The Tattoo

I’m stingy when it comes to tattoos. I believe that a little goes a long way. That being said I really don’t have anything against people with full sleeves or full body tattoos but, for me, I find one of unique or intricate design pretty hot. Too much of anything is a bit much for yours truly. If I were to get one that’s all it would be – one, either on my right shoulder or someplace only Mother Hen would see.

But enough about me… have you ever considered getting a tattoo and, if so, what would it be and where would you put it? Yeah, I know it is something you will have with you for the rest of your days and I know that it really isn’t something that you should just jump right into either. Jimmy Buffet has more than one song about a “Permanent Reminder of a Temporary Feeling.”

Still – there is a bit of an allure, no?

I have thought about surprising Mother Hen with one from time to time by having something show up somewhere that has never had anything before. But still my more than ample canvas of a hide is, to date, without ink, so to speak. I know hundreds of people who have made the commitment including friends, family and acquaintances. Their results, as with many things in life, vary. The artist putting needle to flesh means a lot. After all, you don’t want the person applying permanent ink into your skin casually saying something like, “This is harder that it looks in the textbooks.” Have you ever seen tattoos gone bad? Ouch. That’s a lot of ugly for a LONG time. Hey, I’m not trying to discourage you Gentle Reader, I’m just saying that it pays to do your homework.

I suppose the same goes with body piercing (s). I’m pretty stingy when it comes to this topic too – a little goes a long way and too much is freak show material in my book. And that’s coming from someone who likes a good freak show every now and then. I guess too much of anything is bad. Still the occasional belly or nose ring, at least in the eye of this beholder, is hot but too much is just too much. I know people who fall into both of these categories – so do you.

Back to tattoos, that is the topic after all.

So what would it be for yours truly? Hmmm; perhaps a Christian tattoo or perhaps something that represented something from my misspent youth such as the Enterprise, the Millennium Falcon or the TARDIS? Maybe Jack Rackham’s pirate flag – perhaps a tall ship like my Dad had on his bicep? Awwww, who am I kidding? I’m gonna get the Evil Chicken chicken on my arm. Yeah, that’s about right – either that or something only Mother Hen would appreciate.

: )

It’s late, and I’m tired. Please forgive my excessive ramblings. BTW this whole weird blog does NOT apply to my daughters. I’ll be better in the morning – with my pelt intact; thank you very much.

…Really…