
I was kicking around for awhile. So long in fact, that I was pregnant with Heather when I first designed it, and got it after Kyran was born! I wanted something small and personal. Something that I would never regret. So I got my initials, now, since I believe it to be somewhat bad juju to tattoo anyone else's name on your body (they were my married initials, making one of them not my own name)...I made sure that they represented something else I love. Cats! Tada! Well, that's all the story behind that one. Except maybe for the part where I found out I was pregnant with Nolan like a month later. *sigh* Good place for a tattoo huh?
my life, I was newly married and struggling to be a good mother at 19. The last time I had talked to my cousin we were joking, he was always joking. I used to be very close to these cousins of mine, three brothers (Matthew, Mark, and John for those of you interested), we all used to play together and then drifted apart with time. That happens, and you think you'll always have time to get together later. It just doesn't happen that way. It was hard to see how it affected my mother, she had practically raised him and considered him a baby brother. Not one of his brothers nor any of my other family members has stopped riding, if anything we are all still proud to ride. Labels: life, memes/blogthings, tattoos
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PRGE Questionnaire (the third?)
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8 in 2007/0 in 2008

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