The first tattoo I got over the weekend was for my brother who is possibly the smartest person I know. He graduated Penn State (proudly) with a major in Chemical Engineering and a double minor in Chemistry and Environmental Engineering. From there he got a free ride from NJIT to receive his Masters in Chemical Engineering and Doctorate in Material Sciences. Don't ask me what he that all means - he tried explaining it once and lost me about three words in.
A couple years ago, when the new Star Wars movies came out, Burger King was selling Star Wars toys in its happy meals (or whatever they are called). I tried to collect as many of those toys as I could thinking they may be worth something someday. Instead I gave them to my brother one Christmas since I figured he would appreciate them more being a HUGE Star Wars fan. Ever since I gave them to him, whenever I pay a visit I hide one in his room. It only made sense that his tattoo would represent the smartest Jedi master...
The second tattoo I got this weekend was for my parents. My dad busted his ass for us. He worked as a postal delivery man for 31 years - in the Bronx. For 18 of those 31 years he commuted from NJ six days a week. He worked his ass off so we can have a happy life and I'm incredibly grateful for that.
My mother is very artistic and excellent with a needle....sewing needle that is. I've been spoiled to have her make so many hats and scarfs for me (and the occasional gift for a friend when in a pinch :)) My mother has been the glue that has kept us all together and she's the voice of reason in my head.
So the next tattoo I thought of and called Rob at Times of Grace and he drew it up perfectly! I couldn't be happier with the piece. Here is is...
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