2010. Welcome. Although my sickness and Holiday exhaustion deterred my plans to over-celebrate, I am happy to see a new year.
So much has happened. Time and time again I've stated that I don't like to share too much that is personal, but this is too special not to share. My best friend, someone who I've known for about....holy shit, it's getting close to 20 years....had her first baby. This is someone I've spent all my school years with (including mini parades in her Grandma's restaurant) and made the leap to the big city with. I was honored to be part of her wedding and even more honored to be a part of her baby's life. If you know me, I am not fond of kids in the least bit. The idea of a baby doesn't make me go goofy. If I ever decided to have one, it wouldn't be to have a baby. Babies are babies for a short period of time. It's like a kitten. Yeah, they are cute and you get to watch them learn and grow, but it's not until they are old enough when they want to snuggle up next to you and take time out to just relax, do you really enjoy them. Same with kids. You get to see them discover life but when they are old enough to teach you something, to share their ideas, to make an influence in this world is when you really get to know them. When they know who they are after years of their loved ones pouring in their influence, they will be who they were meant to be regardless.
I'm excited to see who little Preston will be. His mom is an amazing person and after almost 20 years of knowing her, I know that any life she raises is going to grow up to be an amazing one. I look at him as not "the baby" but Preston. He is the same little soul he's going to be at 20 and 40. I just get to be part of this special time of him growing into himself.
On a less sentimental note: One of my new years resolutions is in the works. In June of 2008 I made the idiot decision to get the ugliest tattoo. My first mistake was choosing an artist who cared more about what he wanted then what I wanted on my own body. I should of assumed by his drawing it was going to be even uglier on my skin and I sure as hell shouldn't of gotten it on my back. I don't know what came over me. I was old enough to know better but I was at the stage were I wanted to "prove" I could get a tattoo, which is the stupidest reason to get one. I had managed 22 years without making a really big, immature mistake, but lo and behold I did it then. As soon as I saw it in the mirror I knew I wanted it off me. My mom kept telling me I would get use to it but my hate for it grew. Every time I looked in the mirror, the slap in the face was just as painful. I started to save as soon as I got home from the parlor (and after I stopped crying). Monday I went in for a consultation to see how much it was going to cost me to get it to disappear. Surprisingly, it was exactly the amount I had saved up (sans the 20 I opted to pay per treatment for the numbing shots).
I had heard very good things about this place after many googling sessions (haha that sounds dirty!) and since the price was so great I bought the package then and there. It's paid for! All I have to worry about is coughing up 20 to get myself a little, and I mean A LITTLE less pain. I was in shock when the doctor asked me if I wanted to get my first treatment then. I stuttered but I figured it isn't going to be any easier putting it off. Plus, I was here and it was one less trip I'd have to make. Swallowing my fears, or at least trying to, I staggered to the room where the laser was being heated up. HEATED UP? That a lone made me want to crap my pants. I shake as I slowly roll myself onto the chair-like device, my oozy stomach on the uncomfortable pad. I'm one of those that despite how scared I am, I am more scared of pussyfooting out so I suck it up. The doctor gave me a "test" zap to see if I could handle it without the numbing shots. I bit my lip and held on for what seemed like a minute but it was only a few seconds. "STOP!" I shout. "I will take the shots!!" Thankfully, the first time is free. After what seemed like 20 shots injected into my tattoo (shots never bothered me) I was ready. Kinda. They gave me a test poke to see if I could feel anything. Nothing. They did tell me that they didn't inject anything into the inner part of my tattoo which only had light shading and not very much ink to begin with. Hmm...
When she actually started the zapping I jumped a little but finally relaxed. No screams of torture, no crying. It was painful, I'm not going to lie. And it hurt for 3 days after wards. It was burning, itching, stinging, all at once. And I think it hurt even more after the actually treatment. But it's so worth thinking about it disappearing. Even if it's not ALL gone, I can live with that.
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