It's A Mento-Monday...

Monday: The day to recuperate from the weekend and do absolutely nothing that bares any real responsiblity.

Monday: To get caught up with all the stress-filled activities for the week and have a serious monday meltdown before the 8am.

Monday: 8:10am, the time to get my ass moving and start the week with a big bang. Get moving and get the shit done already!

"Wake up and live." - Bob Marley

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I am attempting to get consistant with addressing particular topics. Some may be downright silly, while others are a bit serious. Nonetheless, it is what it is.

To tattoo or not to tattoo...

So I received my first tattoo at the ripe age of 18, maybe 17, it seems so long ago, I can't really remember. At the time, it was the hip thing to do to express one's own individuality. Now, getting a tattoo is like a right of passage; it's fracken crazy.

So I was in Vegas for my cousin Kari's wedding, and she wanted to get another tattoo, one marking her special occasion. Since I already have 5, I knew I wanted to do another one, so we went ahead and engaged in this memorable event. My other cousin, Kanoe still doesn't have one at age 25. She says she wants to get a particular 'thing' but needs to ensure that it is accurate. At this point, I'm say, "No, don't get one. Every other person has a frackin tatt. I think it's actually more interesting when I meet a person without a tattoo."

I am not promoting and encouraging those who do not have a tattoo, to STAY TATTOO FREE! I've been asking people the question, "Why? Why do you actually want one?" If one wants to get it, who am I to say. But I figure, I must as well put that idea into their head and add it with some crazy tattoo horror story.

So here is a photo of my more recent tattoo, this makes my total at 6...and still counting...