Is Motherfucker one word or two?
Doesn't matter...in this case it is one, since when shouted it 'sounds' like one.
Motherfucker is a word that I reserve for extreme circumstances - like dropping my KitchenAid mixer on my fingers, slicing off a body part, giving birth (without drugs), jerks cutting me off in traffic...etcetera.
I'm now adding tattoos to the category.
As in, "MotherFUCKER that hurt!"
But, my new (also FIRST - and very possibly ONLY) tattoo is beautiful.
Much like childbirth, it was worth the pain.
No, I didn't pass out, no I'm not dead and no, I didn't pose. And..I should have brushed my hair and worn make-up. Hubbypants or Darling Daughter will suffer dearly for taking this picture - in which I was doing some relaxation breathing because it HURT LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.
So, I opted for adding lavender to the ribbon. And it hurt, like...well, if you don't know then clearly you have not been paying attention.
The lavender will fade from the purpleish color it is now, into something softer (I hope). Lavender is the color that represents ALL cancers. I chose lavender because I want to be reminded daily to be thankful for being so lucky and for all I have...and everyone that I have...in my life - not just for being lucky enough to escape the clutches of thyroid cancer.
I want to be reminded daily of those that I've lost, those that are currently fighting and those that I will lose some day- because it comes with the territory that is aging. And sometimes, always, it sucks. It isn't morbid, it is all about appreciating the people in my life now, not wishing I had should I ever lose them.
And so...just know that I'm thinking of you and wishing you much health and happiness.