I'm a 27 year old, newly married, newly living in Washington, librarian trying to find a job in a library. Meanwhile I'm working as a office assistant while I figure out how to live my new life as a wife.
Geoff, my wonderful, caring husband works with computers and, in his free time, plays with video games, lounges on the couch and cooks with sourdough.
Clarabelle and Hermione are our babies! Hermione, who came to Megg as a kitten, loves playing with fur mice and bottle caps. Clarabelle's hobbies include sleeping, lying in the sun and playing with straws. 
Geoff and Megg met through a mutual friend and spent 4 years dating long distance. They were finally able to live in the same zipcode after what seemed like forever when they got married on January 2, 2010! Soon after they bought a house and have been enjoying the Pacific Northwest together while being both newlyweds and new homeowners!I started this post back in December 2010, left it as a draft, and completely forgot about it! But it seems that everyone is posting about tattoos lately, so I wanted to as well. Don't blame me for following the leader!
The other day I was hit with the desire to get another tattoo. It was fleeting, for various reasons, but for some reason at that moment I wanted one. I wanted to permanently write love on my arm. Like I said, it was a fleeting feeling, and when I told Geoff about it he laughed, and told me I was being pretentious. I may have been, but it was the feelings behind the tattoo that mattered, to me. Of course Geoff wouldn't understand, but the fact of the matter is, I wanted him to. I wanted everyone to know that I struggle with depression; not all the time, but off and on. I don't want it to be a secret anymore.
With the recent tattoo postings I have the desire again. I want people to see my tattoo and ask what it means. I also struggle with the idea that there are far too many cliche tattoos out there, and many, many tattoos incorporate the word love.
But that's OK, because all tattoos are different, and they all have meaning to the person with them.
I'll probably never get my tattoo. I already have one, and Geoff doesn't like tattoos. I got my tattoo when we were dating, and it was a huge argument. Now that we're married, I've chosen to respect his wishes and not get another one. Do I regret it sometimes? Yes, but I don't think I could live with the idea that he doesn't approve, or that I bullied him into agreeing every time I looked at my tattoo. So for now, I just dream.
