Do you tattoo?

I don't have a tattoo. I've thought about getting one, though. Yeah, I've thought about it for, like, 14 years. The question is, of course, what to get. I mean, I'd hate to get something that, later, wouldn't mean anything to me. I mean, how many people are regretting that giant Quiet Riot tattoo these days? Anyway, I just got done watching Miami Ink so the topic is fresh in my mind. So, if you have any suggestions, I'd listen. Some of the things I've thought about are a Texas flag, a block aTm for Texas A&M. Maybe something like my squadron patch from when I was in the Navy. But, really, after that, there isn't much I'd consider having on my body for the rest of my life. And, no, it won't be a dolphin riding a unicorn over a rainbow.

Of course, the next question would be ... where? I've often thought that my ankle would be the ideal place. It isn't normally seen when wearing business attire but it's visible in casual situations. I've thought about getting one on my ass, but ... nah. On the arm, or the chest is kind of out. I don't have the arms for it and my chest is way too hairy. Now, the other option I've thought about is having my shoulder surgery scar, about 5 inches, turned into something like a slug.

But, I don't know. I'll come up with something. Maybe. Someday. Maybe for my 80th birthday....

Yay babies!

Yay babies! My cousins are gonna be parents. And while this both thrills and frightens me, it also makes me a little sad. I've said, recently, that it's getting harder and harder to leave home when I go back. I think more and more about maybe moving back. God, not actually back home! But, you know, home-ish. Like closer to home. Although, Dad has some sort of rule that I can't move within a 300 mile radius, I think I could talk him into Austin. Mom never remembers where I live anyway, so she wouldn't mind. Neesie? I dunno. I think she has something like an 1100 mile radius that she'd want me to live outside.

But, then, there's the people here. Great friends. Like family, really, except that they wouldn't care if I lived next door and they think I'm funny. So ... not like my family but like family, you know? I'd miss them. A lot. But ... I dunno.

Oh! Hell, sorry, I got off track. Congrats to Tom and Duh! I just hope NewBaby golfs better than Tom....