HNT

I got a kind-of promotion at work today. I say kindof, because I'm not getting paid anymore, just doing different more interesting stuff. I thought because of the political bullshit that is going on there at the moment that I would have to interview for it. That would have really pissed me off. But I don't have to. And it's for 6 months only (at which time I would supposedly be returning to my current position). Which coincides nicely with my travel plans.

So I was going to put my belly button stud on for ya Cece, but it's getting kindof festery again, and the snail trail might tarnish the pixie image. I think the butterfly is much more apropos for my intro to halfly nekkid thursday. And it has a bit of a story.

My sisters, who are now 22 and 18 (tomorrow - happy birthday baby gurl!), and I, all got that same tattoo done the day after our mother's funeral. Mine is - well, there, on the right; Lou's (Auckland sis) is in the same place on the left; and Kelly's (Chile sis) is on her front left hip. I hope I have that right. I am psyched about convincing Jacob when he is older to get the same thing on his actual ass. (That's manly right?) I believe mum's was on the outside of her left ankle. I remember Mum telling me it felt like hot fat spitting on her as she got it done. I actually didn't find it that bad on my fleshier bit....was almost relaxing having it done in a meditative acupuncture reminiscent way. But I accept it is pretty tiny, only took about quarter of an hour to have it done.

Our stepmum had a "made in NZ" fern tattooed at the same time as I was having mine done. This was the biggest challenge for me, as I lay on my stomach listening to her use every expletive in the book with gusto, I kept getting the giggles. And then the guy doing mine would have to pause for me to settle. The guy doing Robyn's (my very brave stepmum) was also probably pausing at each "Oh fuck" "awww jesus", no doubt concerned about the vulnerability of his nuts (wise man).

I think this may be my first and last post of this nature. I'm concerned it could compromise my credibility should I decide to run for office one day. And I'm kindof a prude. And while I appreciate it has definite foreplay potential for an amorous couple in a wasteland desert, taking pics of your own ass is.....well it's taking narcissm to new heights really.

But I would hate anyone to say I'm not keen for a dare.

And now we are DEFINITELY even. (;