I'm slowly working on getting my body tattooed from neck down to my feet; I doubt I'll ever accomplish that, but it sure is fun trying. I'm designing a cover-up tat but it's slow in becoming clear in my mind. I'm married to an Old Fart, and have 2 teenage boys & 2 spoiled Chihuahuas, named Sarge & Zeus, and a cat, Jane, that hates everyone but Joe, and a cute hamster, named Private Jack Benjamin, who sleeps in a sock lined soup can in my bedroom. I'm a very laid-back, mellow mom, and I let my boys try ALMOST anything once. I signed for Joe to get a tattoo last year, and for both boys to get their bottom lips pierced. When Max is 16, I'll sign for his tattoo, as long as it's a design that means something special to him, and not something stoooo-pid that he picked, just to say he has a tat now. Tats are forever, and should be meaningful to you, I keep telling them. Now that Joe is 18, once in a great while I have these attacks of wanting to keep my baby bird in the nest forever; but then I remember the power of the umbilical cord between a mother & her son, so I relax & when I want him him home, I'll yank on the cord so hard he'll get umbililical whiplash!!! I'll have to do the same for Max when the time comes, as he is my baby! I'm a sucker for spoiling my 2 little neices, My Divas, and I live for giving my 2 young nephews, Mr Man & Monster anything that seeks revenge on the brother after me. I will never forget (or forgive) my 2 brothers & their lesbian porn trick on my (then) 9 yr old Max. I HATE Minnesota winters, LOVE Paris, France, and live to drive my Mini very fast. I am a pro at yakking on the phone, but that's the only time any male in this house MUST talk to me right that VERY minute & it pisses me off. My baby brother calls me several times a day, and we talk about everrything. The pesky brother after me, calls me either when he's on the shitter, or when he's on a long haul & is trying to stay awake til he can stop & sleep for a few hours, before driving his life away again. I read way too much, listen to my iPod & the car radio far too loud for human ears to survive, and if I need to get somewhere fast, I have certain songs that are only used for speeding. I have the "driving gene" from my dad, as do all 3 of my siblings....I'm the only one in my family, that isn't a trucker. But I am the only one that packs up a vehicle full of teens & takes off for parts unknown in the summers. My boys don't seem too interested in road trips anymore, but Diva (especially) and River seem to think it's a pretty good idea, providing one trip, at least, is to Disney World!
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