Needles, Needles.Needles........
I just finished the second sitting (of at least 5) on my left sleeve tattoo. It's looking great. All the outlines and blackwork are done. Now it's all color, shading and detail. I'm sore, and itchy, but happy it's finally getting done. Pix to post soon. My next session is on Oct 27th.. Should rule and suck at the same time. Anyone who has had large tattoos (bullshit little ones don't count), should get it.
Stangely, I HATE needles. It's a supreme act of willpower for me to deal with them in a doctors office. Yet somehow, I actually get excited about it in the tattoo chair. I'm extremely happy with it so far.
Other bullshit:
Work Sucks, but it's WAY better than the old place...
Liz is still sick, but getting decent treatment.....
My side of the family are still fucking insane. I'm actually not talking to the majority of them. (Not ALL, but some)
Liz's side of the family are still Saints. I adore them, and feel blessed to no end that they care about us as much as they do.
Dewey (Black Lab) is huge, and needs to get those nuts removed. (Also huge) To quote DethKlock... "He's a rascally goofball"
Meatball (10 year old Beagle) is ageing poorly. She's sore and weak, and I just try my best to treat her sweetly, and let her know I love her. It breaks my heart to see her get older and slower, but I"m glad it's with us, then the fuckin pound we rescued her from.... Liz and I are still healing from having to put Sidney (our Rottweiler) down last year, that this will inevetibly crush us. I'm just trying to be ready when the time comes.
I am a shitty, shitty friend. I know it. I want to fix it. Hopefully soon, things will level off enough that i can talk to folks, and make plans, and not feel like a shitwipe. Tony, Mac, Et Al.... I'm sorry. Not to sound too melodramatic... I feel like I'm in a cave, and I'm just terying to get out. Once I have, I owe you a fuckin' beer.. And that's a promise.
Kiss the kids, apologize to the wives, and know I love you.
John..........
I just finished the second sitting (of at least 5) on my left sleeve tattoo. It's looking great. All the outlines and blackwork are done. Now it's all color, shading and detail. I'm sore, and itchy, but happy it's finally getting done. Pix to post soon. My next session is on Oct 27th.. Should rule and suck at the same time. Anyone who has had large tattoos (bullshit little ones don't count), should get it.
Stangely, I HATE needles. It's a supreme act of willpower for me to deal with them in a doctors office. Yet somehow, I actually get excited about it in the tattoo chair. I'm extremely happy with it so far.
Other bullshit:
Work Sucks, but it's WAY better than the old place...
Liz is still sick, but getting decent treatment.....
My side of the family are still fucking insane. I'm actually not talking to the majority of them. (Not ALL, but some)
Liz's side of the family are still Saints. I adore them, and feel blessed to no end that they care about us as much as they do.
Dewey (Black Lab) is huge, and needs to get those nuts removed. (Also huge) To quote DethKlock... "He's a rascally goofball"
Meatball (10 year old Beagle) is ageing poorly. She's sore and weak, and I just try my best to treat her sweetly, and let her know I love her. It breaks my heart to see her get older and slower, but I"m glad it's with us, then the fuckin pound we rescued her from.... Liz and I are still healing from having to put Sidney (our Rottweiler) down last year, that this will inevetibly crush us. I'm just trying to be ready when the time comes.
I am a shitty, shitty friend. I know it. I want to fix it. Hopefully soon, things will level off enough that i can talk to folks, and make plans, and not feel like a shitwipe. Tony, Mac, Et Al.... I'm sorry. Not to sound too melodramatic... I feel like I'm in a cave, and I'm just terying to get out. Once I have, I owe you a fuckin' beer.. And that's a promise.
Kiss the kids, apologize to the wives, and know I love you.
John..........
oh and...howdy