What: Green Celtic Knot
Where: Right upper arm
Why: 1) To celebrate my Irish heritage 2) I always liked the symbol of knot patterns that go into and out of one another. The knot here represents the immortality of the soul.
I also have some kanji on my left upper arm. I'd love to get one or two more but I hate to take the time out of the pool!
If you understand, or if you don't
If you believe, or if you doubt
There's a universal justice
And the Eyes of Truth
Are always watching you.
Life is simple...Eat, Sleep, Swim!
There's a time and a place for everything.
This fellow will be the talk of the nursing home one day.
Excellence Is Never An Accident.
The "body marking" I truly don't get is the Omegas and their brandings!
I keep telling my coaches, "I am a sprinter" and "they keep saying you swim short races, but that is not the same thing." - Some Girl
Make sure you trust your tattoo artist. It amazes me how lightly some people treat tattoos. These guys were just having a little fun...
Tattoos seem to be more permanent than love...
Pete Doherty http://www.metro.co.uk/fame/article....=7&in_a_source=
Husband dumped http://www.metro.co.uk/news/article....&in_page_id=34
That's not stopping Beckham though http://www.metro.co.uk/fame/article....5&in_page_id=7
Anybody got a skull with daggers going through it or a snake crawling out the eye sockets? I'd like to hear about the motivation behind that popular motif.
cross on left arm, theatrical faces on right shoulder, Dragon on the back of my right shoulder, and party tracks
Right ankle, tsunami wave band, a gentle reminder that there's a swimmer here somewhere.
My grandmother was born in 1904. Somewhere in her life she had Nellie Nelson (her maiden name) tattooed on her upper thigh. She was married four times. When she returned from college her freshman year, she had her ears prieced. He fahter forbid her to ever eat at the dining room table in his house. My great grand father lived to be 98 yers old. I remember many Sunday's after church when my grandmother eat in the kitchen with Ruth, my great grandfather's housekeeper. She also smoked. Whenever she needed to smoke she would go outside to have a cigarette.
I would never get a tattoo. I've never seen one that I thought was even barely nice looking. Each to his own though. I have great scars though. One going down my abdomen. Once while I was changing at the Y, a boy around 8 years old asked me how I got the scar. I told him that I was in a knife fight. His jaw dropped. I alos told him that he should see the other guy. It really is from a colectomy. I also have a great scar from the temporary ileostomy. It really looks like a knife jabbed me in the stomach. Don't even ask about the scars on my nees!
When I was a furious young feminist I used to terrorize (I thought) boys by scornfully telling them that I had a giant bear trap tattoo around my bait. What I didn't understand then was that it probably only made the bait more alluring, and had the opposite effect of what I was going for.
Being kind of fickle, I could never commit to any static image, so I haven't ever got a tattoo. However, I am so madly in love with my border collie Parker, that I have decided to get his paw print tattooed on my sternum when he passes away. The more painful and cathartic the better, because I am going to be a mess when I lose him.
My sympathy and empathy to you regarding your loss. I've borne so many of those losses in my life. Their lives are so brief. Every single day of Parker's time with me has been a treasure. Every day I take a moment, when he has his paws on my shoulders and he is looking into my eyes, to think "I'm going to remember this love".
Even though it hurts eventually, it is so worth it.
I hope you find another great dog.