So, okay, I am a little dumb. Didn't realize the camera was set to manual focus. But the darn button is all the way on the side where I can't see it! So, here's a much better pic. You can actually see both sides now. Yay!
So, I really tried to take a picture of the new tattoo. I really did. And I think I've gone temporarily dumb. Because my camera isn't focusing very well, and I just can't for the life of me remember how to make it focus. So, I just went with the sharpest picture. Even though it's not the most flattering. Or clear. You can't see the right side of the tattoo. But, heck, I tried for an hour and then I gave up. Because I'm exhausted. And if I'm planning to box later today, I need at least a nap. So here's the pic. And I reassure you - it looks much better than that. It really does!
I remember getting my back tattooed, and being extremely sore for several days. I'm not really sore with this upper leg tattoo.
However, I am swollen like a bowling ball. I wasn't swollen with the back tat.
Okay, it's not THAT bad. But the skin around my tattoo is puffed and red. I don't think I've ever been that swollen before anywhere on my body. And when I poke my skin, it feels kind of hard. Hm. Weird. Maybe it's because my leg takes so much more abuse than my back? I mean, I walk on it all the time. My back just sits there and chills most of the time.
I don't know. Fortunately, I don't feel discomfort (except when I rub cream over it, which is no fun), so I'll just let it relax for now. I still love it! And the blood finally seeped into my skin and the colors are looking better already. Unfortunately, my camera batteries are dead and I'm too busy today to run out and buy new ones. Tomorrow. I promise. :)
By the way - I have to admit something to you. I didn't trust my tattoo artist. I was watching him tattooing it yesterday and thinking, "Crap. I'm not sure I like the color. It's too dark! I told him I didn't want it that way." But today? Today I woke up and peeked at it and went, "Ahhh, my precious!" *in my best Gollum voice*
Lesson? Always trust your tattoo artist. Especially if he's been tattooing for 20 years. The dude knows what he's doing.
Oh, yeah. Uh-huh. Got my tattoo today. And it took 3 hours. Even though it's substantially smaller than my other one (which also took 3 hours). And it HURT. Remember my last tattoo? And that adrenaline rush, which really diminished the pain? Yeah, I think I already used up my life's supply of adrenaline. Because this one - this one HURT. Every little line. And I could see him doing it, because it was on my upper leg, and I was sitting up reading a book. And it took FOREVER.
But I love it!
And I can't wait until the swelling and blood diminish so I can see how the color really turned out.
And once we get to that point, I'll post a picture.
There have been at least 5 full on, throw-down, I'm going to rip your nose out, fights in this house in the past couple days. And I don't know what's going on! They're usually so well behaved with each other - sure, they play fight all the time, but lately those play fights sometimes turn into real fights. And they're so impatient with each other's food - growling and snipping during the entire meal. I'm so very confused. Lately Celly has been having some indigestion, and Babs seems to have picked it up today too, so maybe they're just feeling sick and groggy and pissy? I hope it's just a phase. I'm tired of separating these two. And geez, how many fights are there when I'm NOT in the house?
Male-to-female, I would guess. She has to be, otherwise, I just can't explain why she has been bothering Babar nonstop for the past couple weeks, attempting to climb and hump him. It's really rather disturbing. Poor Babs, the celibate monk that he is, doesn't understand WHY she keeps on bugging him.
So, I'm not really a huge horror fan. I hate torture-porn flicks, and if I'm going to watch gore, it's got to have a decent story behind it. However, I do have a soft spot for zombie/vampire flicks. Don't ask me why, I just do. So I loved 28 Days Later (and its sequel). And I've been on the hunt for another good zombie flick for a while now. Several months ago, I heard of this Spanish movie called [Rec], which had been released last year everywhere except the US. I also heard it was so good, American studios were working on a remake which would probably be released before the original version found its way into the US. So, being the curious person I am, I tried to get my hands on a copy. And I found an online version (which I will promptly delete, downloading police! I promise!). And I watched it earlier today. With the lights on. And two pugs playing in my lap. And, it started off pretty good - not really scary, but exciting nonetheless. But then the last 15 minutes of the film rolled around.
Um, yeah. Did I feel like huddling into a little ball and shrieking, "Mommy!"
Did I find myself surprised at how quickly I went from, "Hm, interesting flick." to "OMG, I'm utterly terrified! I can't watch! Must...shut...my...eyes!"
Did I turn off the movie 10 minutes before it ended because I just couldn't take it anymore?
Have I ever done that with any horror movie EVER?
Do I have the balls to turn it back on and finish the last ten minutes?
HELL NO. Absolutely not. In fact, I'm deleting it this very minute because I absolutely refuse to put myself through that again.
Did I email my cousin and tell her to watch it because she loves horror movies and nothing fazes her?
Do I secretly hope this will make her poop her pants in fear?