Arrow Tattoo

 If you follow my blog you might remember me mentioning my New Year goals. 

One of them was to get a new tattoo. Well that is exactly what I did. I now have five tattoos. My newest one is the most visible one as it is on the side of my forearm. All of my others are only visible if I choose to show them to you. And no, they are not in private places. I do have a little modesty. 

I went to a local tattoo parlor with good reviews. Most of the artist are women and I felt comfortable and we had some good conversations about gardening, herbal medicines and recipes. The tattooing was almost painless for me. Plucking my eye brows causes more pain. 

The choice for this tattoo was an Arrow.

People will ask me why did I decide on an arrow and what does it mean?

The initial meaning for my arrow tattoo is “Warrior”

I fight everyday with an uncureable vestibular disease. It’s a daily battle but I’m learning to live with it and take all the good days as blessings. It will not kill me, it will just keep fighting me. But I am a warrior.

An arrow will only go forward. This is a reminder to keep moving forward and don’t look back. 

The feather on the arrow is a little gesture of my Cherokee heritage.

Will this be my last tattoo? Maybe, maybe not. I can always add to the arrow. I can add color, more feathers, script, etc.

Ok the arrow is actually my 4th tattoo. While I was there I had her add one more for giggles. You may need to put your glasses on for this one. 

Birthday 53

I turned 53 years old yesterday. My mind tells me I’m 23 but my body tells me otherwise. 

My daughter came home this past weekend to start the celebration with me. My husband had to work so It was just me and her. She came to the house with a handful of surprises. One included this lemon cake. 

We have been eating on it all weekend. I love any kind of cake and lemon is one of my favorite fruity flavors. 

Gifts she got me included a My Pillow, a herb growing kit, and a hair brush. 

Then she went with me to get a …….yes. A tattoo. I have been wanting a tiny white tattoo but was not sure where I wanted to put it. I decided to have it put on my finger. That’s weird because I said I would never have a tattoo on my hands. In fact, I though I was out of that faze of wanting tattoos. But like I said, my mind tells me I’m 23. 

She was excited to take me to get it. She does not have any tattoos, nor does she want one. She almost got one in college but she looked at the long time effect of having something permanent on her skin. Smart girl. 

Afterwards, we had lunch at McAllisters deli. We ate outside on the patio. We had a guest at the table. My daughter shared her lunch with him.

The evening turned bitter sweet when I got a call that my Aunt had just went to heaven. Though the news was sad, It also calls for celebration. 

Not many people can have the peace in their heart knowing where a loved one goes after life. We could all still use your prayers. 

Yesterday was my actual birthday and I had to go to work. 

When I arrived, I walked into the office to see my work cubicle decorated with birthday banners, cards and few gifts. 

It made me smile and all day long, everyone that walked by, wished me a happy birthday. It was a good day.

At the end of the day I come home to a nice steak dinner from my husband.  He gave me my birthday gift earlier this month. It was the Yeti bag you see in the picture above. I had been wanting one to carry my purse, lunch and other things I need for work. 

Next weekend the celebrations continue at my mom and dads house. Mom will have May birthday dinner. I have a sister, brother and daddy that also celebrate a birthday in May.