My first Picture post

This is a picture of my second Tattoo. For those who don't know, it is a old design for a wampam belt. This one signifys the alignment of the Five nations of the Iroquis. Now there are six nations but, the last came after the belt so they didn't get added.

This tatto is on my back, just below my t-shirt collar. This picture is a little blurry, so now I wish I could see my tattoo very clearly.

As I have mentioned before I have a new place, it is currently 3:38am and I am up painting my new kitchen black, under my mother's orders, kind of. As to say it was her that picked out the black. After my entire childhood when I wanted a black room, and we had landlords on the west side who didn't care what we did to the the apartments we had.
The top part of the kitchen is red, Daredevil, and I wanted the bottom part to be bone black, but the old paint guy at my local home depot told me that Ralph Lauren doesn't make a high gloss, apparently he couldn't, in good conscious, mix that color in any other brand of paint. So I had to go with the same color in a slightly less cooler name of mouse ears. Disney Brand. Normally I would love that, but I had a theme going.
The paint is still wet and my chihauhuas have decided to rub their little butts all over any surface with wet black paint. My dogs now have extra spots.
My apartment looks like the Easter bunny exploded all over it, it is a mixture of pale purple, teal, pink and green. But I hear it is totality ME.
I found this website that has some neat furniture. There is a couple of cool couches on it that I am thinking about. It is call Funksofa.com, and that what is has. I am all about customizing stuff.
I also painted a huge purple flower on my bedroom wall. My last bedroom, I had painted a picture of Spongebob Squarepants and Patrick Star. I won't make excuses, let's just go with 'I was bored' and leave it at that. I am trying to find the perfect place in my apartment to paint a big ninja turtle. If you have any ideas, let me know.

My New Tattoo

Ever since I got my first tattoo, Angela and I have been trying to get tattooed together. My first tattoo was a gift from my brother when I turned twenty five. My birthday is in February and his in July. So when his birthday rolled are around he still had not gotten me a gift. I told him that I wasn't going to get him anything until he got me something. He asked me if I wanted a tattoo. I said sure. He told me to meet him at his bar and he would have a design for me. I thought this was going to kick ass. Not only was I getting a tattoo, but my brother was going to design it for me. The day comes that I am supposed to meet him. I thought we were going to meet at the bar and go to the tattoo parlor, NO! We got tattooed in the pool room of a bar. I see my brother and he hands me a scrap of paper and says "It's not finished yet." I am supposed to be getting this permantly inked onto my body and it isn't finished yet. I internally freaked out. Then I did exactly what I didn't want to do. I picked a tattoo out of the book. It is a nice little seahorse. But not nearly as cool as something that was design specifically for me.

When my uncle died last month, I was out of it. And I decided that I would exchange my emotional pain with Physical pain. I went out and got my ears pierced. Then the next day Angela and I were driving around, trying to think of something to do and I said as I always do "Let's go get Tattooed" and she said yes but not in the same way that she always does. We ended up at the Blue Moon tattoo parlor.

So I have a second tattoo. It is pretty cool, I wish I could see it.