For today's Half-Nekkid Thursday I thought I'd introduce my tattoos.
This is the first one that I got. I was 19 years old, freshly married and I thought it would be a nice idea to get a tattoo with his name on it. The blackwork came 6 years later to cover his name. I'd like to have it taken off. Maybe after I get my boobs done.
This one I got when I was 20 and it's on my left shoulder. There's a dragon because in Korea I was born in the year of the dragon, the sun is for my mom, and the pearl is there because that's one of the meanings of my sister's name.
This one landed after I lost about 45 pounds. I'd been wanting a tattoo on my lower back but wanted to wait til I lost some weight. It was kind of what I was working for. See the two little round scars above it? Those came from getting my love handles sucked off last year. The scars are still fading. At some point I may have the tattoo extended to cover them.
And here is a gratuitous shot of evil-cute-FOOD STEALING!-Tiny dog-Oy. I was in here on the computer and heard her crying. I discovered that she was upset because she'd got her thieving ass up on my damn kitchen table and was eating Sweety's leftovers but was too afraid to jump back down when she was finished. I guess she's not a fan of coleslaw. Finding her tapdancing on the kitchen table didn't make me want to put her in the pressure cooker; Finding a tootsie roll sized piece of Tiny dogshit on my newly cleaned carpet did. She smells delicious! (I mean she smells delicious cooking in the pressure cooker...)