MY TATTOOS

These are the tattoos that I've talked about. I have five but you only get to see four, since the fifth one would be A: Hard to take a pic of and B: bordering on pornographic. However I'll tell you a little about it, and some background. Number five: I got this after Eli and I broke up. He had some weird obsession with me shaving my girl parts, and to be an asshole I never would. The day we broke up you can guess what I started doing. Not only that he had this thing with telling me I was pretty naughty in bed (I AM). So to celebrate the fact that he was never gonna get anymore of my goodies (newly shaved and all) I went out and go this tattoo that was a halo with wings coming out and a devil tail that says NAUGHTY. Its sooo sexy and its about a millimeter away from my girl parts. In fact my doctor had to cut very carefully when he did my C section as to not mess up my lettering...he giggled through the whole surgery.

I got this one right after my grandma died. It was supposed to symbolize that I'm a scorpio and that I'm a survivor. I got this one because I was still getting over the asshole mentioned above (in fact when I called to tell him my grandma died his exact words were, "thats not my problem anymore get over it". What a fucking prize huh. So at this point in my life I was surviving a lot of shit. Anyway I say it was "supposed" to say those things because apparantly when you look up symbols online and there are two symbols, THAT DOESN'T MEAN PICK YOUR FAVORITE OF THE TWO, it means both those symbols equal one word. OOP'S. I've now been told it says something about loss and love. Oh well, it looks pretty right!

I got this one when I was 15 so its not the darkest anymore. I found something similar in a book and then I changed it and made it how I wanted it. Then my mom made a copy of it and crazy glued it to my leg and made me stare at it every day for like 4 days to make sure I didn't hate it. Then I got it and 10 years later I still love it. It reminds me I totally kicked ass in high school.

I got this one just for shits and giggles when I turned 18 because now I could get tattoos without my mom signing off. Plus tattoos are addicting and I swear I will stop after I get 5 more. Also, my ass doesn't look half bad here minus my obvious granny panties. But seriously, I'm pregnant granny panties are a necessity!

I got this one after Rob and I had been together for a while. It's a heart, duh. The word mahal, meaning love in Filipino and the Chinese character for love. Basically its just love three ways. It was supposed to be way different but the guy said to get what I wanted would have been huge. Since I was being all normal back then we downsized it. Now a few years later I'm like fuck it I shoulda got the huge ass one that I had drawn out.

The next ones I want are totally copying Tommy Lee and his kids. Both Rob and I want to have our kids write their names on us and then have them tattooed over. I still need something for my dad and grandma dying...I think something like the AC/DC symbol (my dad was obsessed) but instead of those letters doing RK/BK. Then I need both kids birth dates. And of course WHO KNOWS WHAT ELSE, because I just love tattoos. I meant to already have Brandons birth date on me but since I nurse for LIKE EVER I couldn't and then I got pregnant sooooo I'll do both kids at once and then count that as one tattoo and say I still need four more!

Also don't forget to read down to my anniversary blog and follow the directions!

PHATSO PHOTOS WEEK 18.5

SO BASICALLY ANY TIME I GET DRESSED HALF WAY DECENT I'LL TREAT YA'LL TO A BELLY SHOT! HERE YA GO

Happy anniversary to me

Okay so since its my anniversary (a month ago) I have decided what I want you all to get me. Yeah I know look at me all "oh I'm so rad please give me presents!" But really what I would like is for everyone (all ten of you) who read me, to delurk and let me know your there. That way I'll know I'm not just talking to myself and my 5 friends who I basically force to read this. So yeah, thanks if you could just do me that little favor and let me know your there that would be great mmmmkay. Plus it will give me new shit to read for the next 5 months while I'm sittin on my couch!

Thanks ya'll (yeah cuz I turned southern there for a second)

Dammit I forgot.

I meant to try to remember not to forget that June 1st was my first blog anniversary. Darn. I forgot. I'm trying to go back through my archives and see what I've written. So far not so much. No eloquent this or publish worthy that. Not a lot of stuff that makes you say hmmm and really think, but a lot of stuff that makes you say c and want to barf. My very first comment was from some wedding people advertising wedding albums. It took me nearly a year to get more readers then the three friends I had and now I struggle to keep it interesting. But I mean how interesting can, bed rest, baby poop, and whiny diet complaints really be huh? When I started this blog, my son wasn't even one yet. He was still considered a baby. Now, NOW he is nearly two and he looks like he's already 20 and sometimes the fact that he is growing up tests my sanity so much I don't know what to do. When this blog started I never wanted more then one kid. NOW I'm pregnant. Hmmmm. There has been some funny stuff and some what the hell was she thinking stuff. I stopped nursing during this time. There was the time I admitted I wore granny panties. There was that time I talked about baby poop. That other time I talked about poop. I've written about my husband being awesome. About my husband being strange. There was that time I complained a lot. The time I told you what a knuckle head I am. That time I was pregnant and didn't even know. There was the time I got sick of reading my archives and realized I was going to be late for work, so this post will continue tonight.