Five on Friday - New Tattoo

Nothing this week really happened that was super interesting, except getting a new tattoo.. and starting a new job.. But that's for another time. So for todays five for Friday link up, I am going to share 5 facts about the newest ink addition.

{o n e}

The tattoo artist that did this tattoo is the same one that did the tattoo on my shoulder. In fact, I asked him to make this tattoo look like it was a part of the tattoo on my shoulder, so he did(: He is my favorite artist, and I will probably never go to anyone else again. Once you know, you know. Testing the water with tattoo artists is a bad idea, trust me I know. Not that I hate any of my tattoos, I just think that he does them exactly how I imagine.

 

{t w o}

He did a only a few stencils but mostly drew on the outline in red and yellow sharpie before actually tattooing.  The tattoo itself is all black and white though. In the last session he will actually use white ink to highlight the shading.

 

{t h r e e}

This tattoo has no real meaning, I just think it is beautiful. The tattoo on my shoulder, though, is for my Grandmother, Margaret. So since the sleeve is apart of the shoulder I guess we can just dedicate the whole thing to her, and our love for flowers!

 

{f o u r}

This was about a four hour session, and we are only 1/3 of the way done. He has a lot of extra detail to add in, so what you see now, will not be everything added in the sleeve. I will have two more sessions and hopefully be completely done by May! My dad said it was too  big, I don't think its big enough.

{f i v e}

 The outline is what he calls a "blood line" so it is a small scratchy gray line, that just guides him where to shade. Most of my tattoo is all shading. And it hurts like a biiootttchhhh. But I think it is absolutely beautiful, and there are no harsh outline lines, so it all flows together elegantly.

 

Pretty badass, huh? I am actually quite surprised I went through with it to be honest. I was so nervous and scared. I didn't even pass out, so yay me!!
 

 

Isn't my husband the most handsome thing in the world?

Say cheeeeeeeeeessssee.

A couple weeks ago I begged my husband to go have our pictures done with a photographer we have been to before. He finally said yes & we went the next Sunday afternoon.

I got the first set of pictures back, and I wasn't impressed. It's not the photographer, or the pictures themselves, they are really good and she had some awesome ideas. I  just didn't like them because of how I look in all of them. I look really large, everywhere. It is so embarrassing.

I think these pictures are what kind of gave me the shove of motivation I needed to work out and start trying to eat a little better.

Anyway, last night she re-edited, and resent them to me via e-mail. In my opinion, I still look huge, but here are some of my favorites.

Also, something you may have noticed... sunglasses. Yeah, never doing on outdoor shoot in the middle of the afternoon again. My husband's eyes are incredibly light, and don't do well at all in the sun. As soon as the sunglasses were off you could see tears running down his face. He tried a few pictures without for me, but I felt so bad. Whatever though, those sunglasses are him. You would never catch him without sunglasses outside, so I think the pictures look a little more like us and who we are because of them in a weird way.

We'll do more pictures when I feel more comfortable in my skin! Maybe not outside this time!

Sad day

Last week was packed full of crazy emotions, with finally going through the retrieval process of my donation, finding and getting a new job {more on that later}, and owning then having to give away my first puppy.

I have never had a dog before, my family were always cat people. My husband and I have been on and off searching for a perfect little furry puppy to add to the family for a while. We live in a 1200sq.ft. apartment, and have no plans to get a house until October, so getting a big dog just isn't  realistic right now. We put off our search, though occasionally scrolling through craigslist to see if any new pet caught my eye.

Anyway, last Monday evening my mother in law texted me, saying she had a surprise for me at her house, and to come take a look. All the way there my husband and I guessed back and fourth what it might be. I immediately guessed a dog, and have never been more right! My husband was the first in the house, and I heard him laughing and then running to me was this perfect little black and brown purebred Yorkie.

My father in law found her on the street behind his house. He called to her when driving by, and she jumped right in his car. He took her to the vet to see if she was chipped, and to make sure she was healthy. She was not chipped and she was perfectly healthy, and judging by her teeth, she was about 4-6 months old. He also left his name and number just in case the owners come looking for the pup, not that he thought they would.

They already have three dogs, so they wanted to see if we wanted her. Oh my lord, it was like love at first sight! She was so cute, and so loving I just wanted her to be all mine. That night I named her Mila. Tuesday my husband and I both worked all day so we decided to keep her at his parents for one more night and pick her up Tuesday night because we were off Wednesday and I was off Thursday, so that would give me a couple days home with her. Tuesday night we picked her up, took her to Petco and got her some toys, a harness, leash, food, and puppy pads. I was so excited! When we got home we took her on a long walk so she could check out her new home, and she slept right in between us all night!

Wednesday I had my procedure for the egg retrieval so when I came home I was pretty out of it still, and very tired. Mila hopped on the couch and just sat there and licked me and slept with me all day. It was seriously one of the best feelings. She was so cuddly, and loving it made me feel 100xs better! She was young, but she waited until we took her outside to use the bathroom, she loved her toys we got her, and she was so playful. There couldn't have been a better dog for Austin and I at this point.
Wednesday night she slept next to us again.

Thursday I was out in the morning at an interview, then I went to ross and got Mila a cute dog bed, and picked her up another toy. Anyone could tell I was just in love with my new pup. When I got home she just hung out with me all day. We went on a walk, took a nap, watched Grey's Anatomy while playing with her toys together. I know, I sound crazy, but I was attached to my little Mila! Extremely attached.

Thursday night we went to Austin's Parents for dinner and took her with. She loves the other dogs! Halfway into dinner my father in law's phone rang, it was the vet. Someone was looking for my Mila. I don't know if it was still all the emotions I had in me from my injections, or what...but I started Bawling. Crying so hard knowing I would have to give back my little Mila, who turned out to be someone else's Twinkle. I know... stupid name for her. Ugh.  My mother in law and I returned her back to her owners, and it was seriously so freaking heartbreaking. I didn't know I could get so attached to a dog in just two days. It sucks so bad. I cried that entire night! I even called my dad sobbing to him.

Everyone just keeps saying "just go get a new dog". Okay, its not that effing easy..

But by Sunday, I was missing my little puppy so bad that I wanted to go look at the Shelter to see if there were in dogs we were interested in. Nothing. It just sucks...

So that was my little sad bit of news.

I did it.

I made the appointment to get my half sleeve done, for Wednesday.

I have been contemplating this tattoo for the longest time. I have been back and forth about when I wanted to get a sleeve, and I think now I'm ready.

I can easily cover it for work. It will not go below my elbow. I have a huge passion for tattoos, and I cannot wait to get it!
I am pretty nervous about the pain.

And, to be honest, I do think about what it will look like when I am older. If I will regret that I got it. I have a few tattoos already, and right now, I don't see myself regretting it.

Anyway, in two days I will be getting a half sleeve. Maybe my future kids will think I'm cool?