Oddly enough, I was kinda proud of this pic. Yep, I am one strange Mom. Why you ask? Because I just love my sons, all of them, their tattoo's and piercings. They all have them, just like their Ma. Take note of Waylon's(on the right)sleeve, the genius work of Skinja of Doom, "Sharpie." Sharpie also did Waylon's branding, not seen in the pic. I must say I do not get into the branding thing but far be it from me to discourage it. "Jeez Louise that's gotta hurt," I was heard to say. Waylon replied that it didn't really hurt, not like he thought it would. But then again, I don't think Waylon has the ability to understand real pain, not like the average Bear anyway. "Nope, that boy ain't right."
Right now, that branding in the shape of what looks like a fireman's shield, Celtic in origin, will have more branding done and once it heals it'll be tattooed upon, a raised tat. You can see the rest of Waylon's tats on Sharpie's MySpace page. They are the photos featured on the right.
These pictures are an eye opener for me. My boys, all big and hairy, tower over me and they are no longer afraid of me, respectful but unafraid of the wicked Mommy. I am getting so old, I fart dust and crap cobwebs. Of course, now that they are unafraid, they love to tell the stories, half of which I do not remember of how mean I was to them. Thank God for Alzheimer's, huh?
My youngest, Waylon(on the right) came to visit me for Christmas, a wonderful gift. I'd not laid eyes on him in three years. As well, it was the first time all of the brothers had been together in something like 8 years. Even more exciting is that this/these are the only pictures in existence of all of us together. I cherish these even with the dirty wood paneling as a back drop. You betcha, I was happier than a pig in poo, to have all my boys, together, in one spot for Christmas dinner.
(The funny part is that neither brother knew, when the pic was being taken that the other was pinching Lee's Nipples)