my original plan was to post this picture as a send off to the golf season. this picture is from the 2004 season. not that we didn�t get ANY shots this year but come on - the look on my face is priceless. i would venture a guess the only reason i missed that putt was because i was not yet in possession of my Odyssey.

but then last night while showering i was exfoliating the sometimes rough crocodile skin i get on my upper arms and i realized that this is the last hours i will be spending with my right upper arm as a bare right upper arm.
tomorrow at 2:30 i go in for the first sitting of my newest tattoo.
this isn�t just any tattoo.

this isn�t tigger when i was 18 and showing mild defiance. i say mild because it was tigger and although my parents had shown appropriate displeasure and disbelief that i was actually going to get a tattoo and never agreed with it, they never really gave me a hard time about it either.

this isn�t the three daisies circling my belly button
it was also done in Terrace, it took 15 minutes and it for serious didn�t hurt AT ALL.

this isn�t even close the most meaningful tattoo i have. the sun on my back. based on a drawing by sarah mclachlan. the face i had put in the middle is smirking because i have been told my facial expressions, at times can be near impossible to figure out. and i hate people who think they know me have me all figured out, and don�t.

if chad uses the entire space he mapped of my arm it will be pretty big. it is a two sitter for sure and two completely separate not small ‘things’. im filled with nervous excitement because i�ve never gotten anything this big and i�ve always wanted an arm tattoo.
a few days before my consultation in september i sent chad an extensive email with pictures of what it�s all about. thankfully he was interested and when we met for the consultation i took him lots of photos. IF by slim slim chance it is not exactly what i want, we�ll deal with that then.
im afraid if i try to explain what it�s going to look like on here i will not be able to do it justice, you�ll all just have to wait till i can either scan my arm or till the weekend when i may have access to a digital.
if i have to ask a stranger on the street to take a photo for you guys i will ok. i�ll do it. i�ll whore out my arm for you.

i will now call this shot: the last known photo of my bare upper right arm.

when i was making my final decision on what arm i was going to go with golf did come into account. the right works better for me in that when i�m teeing off everyone will be staring at it and i�ll be thinking about how everyone is staring at my kick ass tattoo (one part has a pink skull and cross bones as the body of a butterfly with eyes in the wings of the butterfly) and not about my shot.