I did something today that my dad advised against.
I got my first tattoo.
The industrial safety nabobs require that I remove my wedding rings each time I do hands on work. That in itself is not a bad thing because an accident that would merely mash a finger with out a ring will often amputate the digit wearing a ring.
The rings are important to me, the symbol of my commitment to the Love of My Life is more important than a finger, after all I have nine more.
My father’s wedding ring could not be replaced for all the money in the world.
So, I have to remove the rings, and I feel the need to bear the mark of my commitment, always.
What to do?
A wedding band, in ink, to replace the gold I have to remove.
Not too bad an experience, if you don’t mind putting your hand in a running blender and leaving it there until the "artist" says you can remove it.
I only had to ask for a break once.
Now I am marked for life as a married man.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
A new thing for me...
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3 comments:
Ya know, I really approve of the tattooed wedding ring. When circumstances prevent one from wearing the real thing, I think it's a lovely gesture.
That is a cool idea! Never heard of anyone who did anything like that
That is so endearing. [and you thought I was gonna say sweet, dincha?]
When my older Bro got his 2nd wife's name tatoo'ed across his shoulders, I recalled the words of an experienced tatoo artist, "Never have anyone's name tatooed on your body except your own and your children's. Those are the one's that don't change."
Mine are symbols [not those dorky Chinese ones, either], and they only show when I want them to show.
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