Grab a chair and a couple of root beers...

SHE GOT A GOAL!!!


*dance of joy, dance of joy, dance of joy*

It was BEAUTIFUL!!! There was a big, blustery cold front blowing in, and our team had the advantage of the wind in the first half. Miss Impertinent saw her chance, lofted the shot up and over the head of the keeper and STRAIGHT INTO THE GOAL!!! It was EPIC!!!

AND I NEARLY MISSED IT!!!

I had the Tall Blonde's 3 year old son in my lap, my head bent over his as I tried to understand what he was telling me, and suddenly, the Tall Blonde grabbed my arm, yanked, and said, "LOOK, AUNTIE!!" and I looked up just in time to see it!!

They lost, 2 to 1, because the other team had the advantage of the wind, and we lost our goalie to a band concert at half time, but STILL!! It was AWESOME!!!

The Impertinent Daughter's first words to me when she saw me after the game?

"Mum, you're getting a tattoo!!!"

LOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!

Omg, y'all. Auntie and the Husbandly One done went and did it. We went out and got tattooed.

*faints*

Actually, it wasn't that bad. I have a pretty high pain threshold anyway, and I told the fellow who did it, "I figure if I can tolerate having an epidural, this should be easy."

I actually dozed off at one point!

So, here's mine, and I do apologize for the quality of the photo. For one thing, our digital camera leaves much to be desired (as in the flash refuses to work except at completely inappropriate times) and for another, I did not take the photo of my own tattoo. Not that the photo I took of THO's tat is any better, because... POS camera. Anyway, here it is...






It's turned out really nicely, and I do plan to take much better pictures, with my 35mm camera, have them developed, and put on disc so I can post them, just so y'all can see.

And here is the Husbandly One's. It's a portrait tattoo, and y'all should be somewhat familiar with the image, as it's one of my icons, taken of our kids when they were very small. I think he did a really good job. See?






He gets me the coolest stuff sometimes, you know? Anyhow, originally, he wanted me to draw a couple of images of the kids to tattoo on his arm, but I kept balking. Most of my quick sketches, that he likes so much, are caricatures in a way. Finally, I said, "Does it have to be something I drew?"

He said, "Um... no, not really."

"So... how about a photo I took of them?"

He thought about it, then said, "Okay... which one?"

So, I got the photo I had in mind, which is the one from my icon, but much bigger, and showed it to him. I took it during a quiet moment when we were taking part in an annual Central Texas tradition: having your photo taken while sitting in a field of bluebonnets. He had taken most of the shots, but this one, I was holding the camera while the kids were resting, and the Husbandly One was digging something out of the car. Normally, I'm the photographer of the family, so in a way, you could say I was sort of itching for a shot to take, and then, the moment came. Miss Priss was sitting with the Impossible Son in her lap, and she had put her arms around him. He wrapped one hand around her arm, his other stuck determinedly in his mouth, and he'd started cooing and burbling at her. She smiled happily, and laid her cheek against his head, and I got my lucky shot. It was irresistable. And now, it's a tattoo on their Papa's arm.

So, it all worked out.

I called my parents to tell them, mostly calling my dad, because he'd gotten a tattoo back in 1942, when he was in the Marines in WWII, and said it was so painful, he wanted to die. So, I had to rub it in a little, you know? Dad got on the speakerphone, and oh, did I ever have a ball!! He took it pretty calmly, though I could hear him chortling away, because my mom (who was sitting right there, listening) said, "You did WHAT???"

I imagine the sisters will be calling any minute now to interrogate me. Yes, my reputation as the Oddball lives on!!!

Yes, Christmas should definitely be interesting this year!!!

...maybe I'll wear a halter-top...

BWAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!