This weekend, I did something so crazy, so out of character, so nuts, you may lose all respect for me after you read this.
I got a tattoo!
Ok, so it’s fake. BUT, it’s ON me. And the sign in the park where a professional fake tattoo guy stuck it to me said “Tattoos.” So it’s legit. Except for the part where I only paid $4 and it didn’t hurt a bit and it will wear off after a while.
In the meantime, I am one edgy chick right????
Well, as edgy as a 42 yr old mormon momma of 7 gets. I mean, I have my limits, I think…..
One problem was that my partner in tattoo-cahoots was calling me a ‘gramma’. As in, don’t be such a (stick in the mud, boring, over the hill, blah, blah, blah) I felt somewhat conflicted. I do want to be a gramma. I have a 21 yr old son and an 18 yr old daughter who are the first in line to reproduce sometime in the next 5 yrs or so. And my motto as of late has been “Dignified Elegance“. I have been trying to overcome a well-deserved reputation as a pepsi slurping, quirky-crazy, with random partial nudity nut.
There’s nothing I can do about the pepsi. I love that stuff. However, since I gave up wrap-around clothing, breastfeeding, and bike riding, the partial nudity has tapered off to almost nil.
That leaves quirky-crazy.
And I just got a fake tattoo in a park at a carnival.
Dignified Elegance may not be in the cards just yet.
In my defense, the tattoo is is a Chinese symbol for Peace. Which I have been on a quest to have as part of my inner being. Ha! That sounds freaking mature, right??
As a great (also tattooed) man once said, “I yam what I yam.” And what I am is a peaceful, happy, quirky-crazy, fake tattoo wearing, pepsi-drinking, mostly always dressed, shoe loving momma.
And I have to say, it’s working for me.
And, to my tattoo-ed compadre, who shall remain nameless to protect the tattoo-ed, I say:
Thanks, baby! We totally rock these tats!
🙂
