Yes, that's a tattoo on my right arm. I explained its conception a bit [here].
As I recall, the tattoo actually came into existence in January of 2010, don't remember the specific day. But I guess it seemed like a good time for a renewal, or reawakening, or such. I'm pretty sure, though, that I didn't make a New Year's Resolution to get tattooed.
And no, it didn't really hurt much. I guess the upper arm isn't all that sensitive. The tattoo rule of thumb is, "the better it feels to be kissed there, the more it hurts to be tattooed there", so go ahead and think about that...
One thing I DO remember about that day, however, was swinging by the local Walfarts on the way home to pick up the specific lotion my tattoo guy recommended for proper tattoo healage.
As I was pulling into the parking lot, I saw a bunch of police cars near one of the entrances. During my drive over there, the radio announcer said that there was something going down at that particular Walfarts, and he'd fill us in as more details came in.
So there I was, fresh on the scene. Apparently, what happened was some crazy walfart shopper set off the stolen-stuff alarm when he was exiting the store. When he was confronted by the elderly greeter, he whipped out a gun *GASP* and actually fired a round into the ceiling *GEEZ!*
So I'm learning all of this as I'm pulling into the parking lot, fresh from the tattoo studio. I'm all stay-at-home-mom from white collar suburbia still getting used to the idea that I even HAVE a tattoo guy, still fresh from the tattoo place, that things go all La Vida Loca!
It's been a wild ride ever since too. Except when it hasn't.