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Love, Hope & Peace (from a tattoo?)




Our matching tattoo's


The peace dove tattoo meaning is to show that you are finally one with yourself and have forgiven others for the wrong they have done towards you as well as to forgive yourself from your mistakes and shortfalls.

Alicia's fresh Ink!
A dove with a palm branch in its beak represents a
 man's victory over death and a new chance with life.
The dove tattoo can be used in anyway you want. It can represent dedication and loyalty. It can represent love, hope and peace. You can take on its religious meaning or it can be subtly used as an image dedicated to someone in the afterlife. However you wear your dove tattoo make sure it means a lot to you as its meaning will be with you for the rest of your life…
My fresh ink

  
an hour later after removing the bandage
Alicia and I have been talking about getting our tattoos for a long time and we finally decided to get it over with tonight. Our adventure to set out for our tattoo's ended up being a mini road trip. At one point or another, we both wanted to bail because our nerves were getting the best of us, but we marched forward...We started out in Irving, but that was a bust, so we googled some tattoo shops and ended up at Blues Tattoo's in Arlington. Nice guys, not shady, clean and right in our price range!  I made Alicia go first because I was about to hyperventilate and I was SO nervous. Im watching her and she seems fine. So okay, maybe this wont be so bad. I already have a tattoo, no biggie, I can do this! For some reason I cant remember if my first tattoo hurt. 
OMG! I do not have a tolerance for pain at all! Especially for getting a tattoo on my wrist. I had to keep telling myself to breathe. Alicia is a liar (just kidding she's really not, she just has a WAY higher tolerance for pain than I do), this shit hurts! But like always, I told myself to breathe slowly and not to look at the needle that was craving into my skin that felt like little tiny fire ants bitting over and over and over and over, etc....(btw, Im highly allergic to fire ants). In the end the pain, teeth grinding and remember to breathe was all well worth it!  I love my new tattoo! It was about time I get another one!! Thank goodness for advil and beer to dull pain. And special thanks to the random guy that paid for me and Alicia's tab at Sherlocks! Perfect end to a fun and eventful evening.

Day 2 follow up:
I was really worried about the heart, but it's not as irritated and swollen anymore
the heart is looking so much better! 



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