So despite the possible UTI, I ran 3.1 yesterday and it was no easier than it was the first time.� Gonna do it again tomorrow too.� Woo Hoo!
After my run, I headed over to the Red Cross to give blood.� There is a very sweet and friendly elderly lady who checks you in and she is always willing to chat.� So we were chatting and as I walked over to take a seat,she says "What is that on your leg?"
"Oh this?" I turn so my orca whale tattoo is facing her, "It's a whale."
"Pretty small whale!"
"Well, it was my first one.� Got him like 15 years ago."
"Ya got another one?"
"Yes, a Pooh Bear on my shoulder."
"Is he bigger?"
"Yeah, he's a little bigger than I wanted.� I want one more, on my foot."
She walks out from behind her desk and turns her own leg towards me.� She has a tat of some kind of bird; a dove or an eagle, not sure of which and she is smiling proudly as she says, "Got that for my 81st birthday!"
I laugh, "I think that is awesome!"� and I do, I really do.
She turns to show me the other leg, which has a much smaller tattoo, "This was my first one, for my 80th birthday."
"How old are you now?"
"85...and I want another one."
I want to be her when I am 85.� How cool is she?
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Well, I Did It
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Well, I think it makes much more sense to wait until later in life to get a tattoo. By your 40's 50's and 60's and beyond you know darn well who you are and what you want. All these young whipper snappers getting tattoos these days...I mean, when you're 80 how do you explain the Tramp Stamp you got one drunken spring break weekend in Ocean City???
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