You should probably know this. I mean, it's a classic people. No? Oh well, Hakuna Matata.
For quite some time I've been meaning to get tattoo #4 since it's on the 2012 BTD list. And like most things I want to do it's been pushed to the back burner because of these things I'm told should be priorities. You know, like paying my rent. With my sister's passing my parents recently got tattoos in her memory. They came out great and the price was even better. A steal compared to NYC/NJ prices. I was planning to get one as well and after seeing their work decided to go to the same place. After all, quality work at a good price? Can't say no to that.
I adore my mom. She's one of the coolest people I know. She can drink me under the table. She has incredible fashion sense. She's funny, beautiful, smart and all of those other things mothers are supposed to be. It only made sense to get a tattoo of her favorite movie. This was beyond perfect. It summed up everything in all its Disney glory. And thus, my simba was born. It made even more sense to use the line directly from the movie. You should know exactly what I'm talking about. But, for those of you who aren't obsessed, I'm talking about the scene where young adult Simba is in the open field talking to his father in the clouds. As Mufasa departs he leaves his son with lasting wisdom- Remember who you are...
Also since.... forever I've heard people telling me "you are your mother's child". Umm, no kidding. Whose else would I be? But as I got older it made sense what they were trying to say. And it's entirely accurate. We're very much alike. My mom and I are constantly quoting the movie back and forth, making up our own words (ex: Smarticles - your brains) and laughing about things it seems only her and I can find so amusing. I mean, I made a comment this weekend that actually made my mom pee her pants. Skills, I tell ya.
So, for my mommy. My champion and role model, I got this:
And as I mentioned, I was planning to get something for my sister. This made tattoo #5: