Tandem Tattoos (and other ramblings...)

Actually, the post title should have been "trio tattoos" because I got one too, but my photographic assistants missed the photo opp...oh well!

And I am going to let you in on something...it's not really a secret, because I have mentioned it a fair amount, but I would really like to get a real tattoo. I would get the Jesus fish, somewhere relatively inconspicuous, like on my derriere somewhere between below where it would be obscured by the bottom of a bathing suit and where there would be ample fat pad padding so it wouldn't hurt so much. But there are two, or maybe three problems with this...

1. I don't really want my girls to emulate my example. Who knows, they could choose a spider walking up the left arm (as did Nicole in this photo).

2. My husband is a dermatologist and takes these things off and frowns every time I mention it.

3. I am chicken.

So for the time being we will stick with tattoos of the temporary variety. Much easier, and less expensive to remove (no, your health insurance will NOT cover this...)

We did make it to the water park yesterday, FINALLY, and Tianna decided she didn't want to go in. Oh well. Nicole and I swam and slid. Then we did the tattoo thing, went on to mini golf and ended the evening with a few games at the arcade that resulted in more small junk. No, treasures, trinkets...the kind that are ordered from Oriental Trader for every carnival and arcade known to human kind.

I thought maybe I would do some laundry (we are out of clean dry socks, which could be a problem for our final day at the parks....wet stinky feet would be yucky and uncomfortable, and blisters would also stink, and since I am hoping to stay for several hours flip flops wouldn't be in our best interest, my feet got sore after wearing them for ten minutes) but the change machine was broken. Sounds like another Wal Mart run to me...which I did do this morning. I also picked up a couple of extra rain ponchos (at 87 cents apiece, rather than the $4 at the park...) and decided when the heavens part this afternoon, I will surprise another family with a gift of ponchos when they most need it and least expect it.

Tianna has decided she doesn't like going on trips and didn't fail to communicate that when things weren't going her way (like when I said "no" to popsicles for $2.50 apiece after mini golf). It made me think about the financial fine line of going on vacation. Yes, vacations are money pits. But there are ways to be good stewards, which I am all for. But admittedly sometimes I cross that line and become a bit of a (I hate this word) cheapskate. So today, as we embark on our last day at the park, I am going to try to walk that fine line between reasonable and unreasonable. It is 9:05 and my goal was to be at the park when it opened at nine, so I am hoping this translates as reasonable and the extra little bit of sleep pays off.

I'll let you know if I succeed or not!