5 Tattoo Ideas

My mom asked me today what I want for my birthday. I don't think that she'd support buying me tattoos, though. Also, when I said, "Can you believe I'll be 25?" She said, "No, I'M 25!" I love my mom.
No. 1. [a long-standing idea] Some kind of anonymous brown bird, such as a chickadee, goldfinch, nuthatch, titmouse, or sparrow on the front of my left upper arm. Not flying- sitting with its head cocked in that "checking you out" kind of way.
No. 2. A diagram [procured from a macrobiotic cookbook that I have] of how to chop an onion. In case you don't know this trick: Cut off the root end, leaving the stem end intact. Peel it. Cut it in half lengthwise. With the flat side of the half down, slice lengthwise, still leaving the stem end together (this keeps it from going everywhere.) Turn the onion ninety degrees, and slice horizontally until you get to the stem. Discard stem. Voila. Perfectly diced onion.
No. 3. A line drawing of my food processor on the front of my right thigh. No one else seems to think that this is as awesome as I think it is, but I think that it might be the one I'd get now.
No. 4. A chest piece of a shelf of books with bookends. Maybe 4x6 inches. I'm picturing that the books would have really nicely bound spines: gold, maroon, dark green, that kind of thing. Graves says that if I don't get this tattoo in three years she's stealing the idea.
No. 5. (I've written about this one before.) Not for right now, but maybe for my thirtieth birthday. OLDE LADY knuckle tattoos. Self-explanatory.

FYI: There's a "My So-Called Life" marathon at the Bluebird Theater tonight. 21+, free, doors open at 7, screening starts at 8.

All I've done today is come home and make a doctor's appointment for this afternoon. Well, and made coffee and watered, of course.