The Tree That Shades Me

I got my first tattoo this Tuesday!  My aunt wanted to get one done as a group (her, my mom, and I) and she sprung it on us last minute.  We were at the beach and before I knew it, I was at Cadillac Tattoos.  Since I didn't have any forewarning I was in a dress and a thong, perfect attire for the hip tattoo I ended up getting..
However, the guys were super professional and great.  They made jokes, didn't complain that we kept them an hour over their closing time, and I love, love, my new tattoo.
I'm lucky I've been thinking about getting a piece of my mom's Tree of Life tattoo, or who knows what I would've ended up walking out of there with.
Also, it hurt.  A lot.  Like, way more than I thought it would.  Apparently my pain tolerance is low - I'm a total pussy.

my mom's tattoo

tattoo on my right hip.

If you look at the top "limbs" and flip them upside down, you'll see where I got my flower design.

So here's to my amazing mom & aunt, our trip to Ireland, and our memories together (good and bad).
xoxo

Chest-bumps and Crowd Chants

I finally went to my first college football game yesterday.  Throughout this semester I'd requested three tickets, received all of them, even printed them out only to later decide that I didn't want to go to a damn football game.  My friends convinced me it would be fun, that I would just love it, so I went.

At first I was excited, everyone had such school spirit (something my high school had never managed).  The thought "I want to go to every football game for the rest of college" even crossed my mind.  That was quickly erased, however, as I remembered why I don't like football in the first place.

I don't have the attention span to watch that crap!  It goes on forever, and then a few days after that.  The chants got old, and after a certain point we were beating the other team to such an extent they weren't going to come back at all so to watch any more was pretty much irrelevant.   

I've decided that should I choose to go to another one in the future I should be solidly drunk, like all of the other people around me.  Then maybe I'll find men hitting each other with their bodies more entertaining.

P.S. 

Rugby is so much better.