It’s been a weird morning already: Isaac didn’t seem hungry, we were super early to daycare, traffic was moving slower than normal, my normal parking lot is closed off for an event, and as I got into the elevator at work, the lights flickered and it failed to understand I pressed a button. I walked three flights up instead.
But it’s St. Patty’s Day so I am playing various Dropkick Murphys songs in my office. In 2003? 2004? Ash and I saw them at a little dive bar on the West side of town. The opener was Lars Fredericksen (of Rancid fame) and it was one of the best shows… ever. It was also my birthday. Go Irish!
SO. I have figured out my next tattoo. It’ll be the kids’ names… in their handwriting. I am so stoked too. I’m probably going to put it on the inside of my right ankle. I’ll be even then: one on my left ankle, left calf, right calf, and then that. I may go back to Elliot’s kindergarten things and get his name at age five, then as soon as Isaac turns five, grab his. I’ll leave space for Dakota in the future. 🙂 Here’s an example of someone who did the same:
I get all giddy when I think about getting it. Not only am I excited to have them a permanent part of me (not like they aren’t already; kids sort of brand themselves on you regardless 😉 ) but I love getting tattooed. At first, it hurts. And this script will certainly hurt because of the finer needle used but after a little while, you enter this weird space. It’s sort of like subspace (which I’m not going into because, well, look it up!) and then it’s a great feeling. So, yay!
In about thirty minutes, I have to run off to Isaac’s field trip so I’ll move on. ttyl!