So my brother and I were IM’ing each other today just talking about whatnot as usual. Turns out we had both been thinking it would be cool to get a tattoo of the same thing on our shoulders. Then we both kinda had another idea at the same time. It’s crazy. So we were thinking it’d be pretty sweet to get the Alba coat of arms put on our shoulder with ‘Alba’ written underneath. That could most definitely rock. It’s kinda weird how that sorta thing happens between us every once in a while. It’s like we’re made up of some of the same stuff or something. It’s sorta like when you say something and somebody else says the exact same thing at the exact same moment. It’s like you shared a moment or something. Probably not in the Chasing Amy sense, but sorta at the same time. My brother was also telling me he told my mom he wanted to get a tattoo and she said absolutely not and my brother basically proved her wrong on her point. Wish I could’ve been there. I know some people think tattoos are stupid or dangerous or whatever. I’ve always thought it’d be cool to get something, but you need to get something that you’ll be cool with in 40 years cause those kind of things stick with you. I think it’s also good to think about where you get it put cause that could have future ramifications as well. Like don’t get one on your head or face. Even though that could like wicked sweet when you’re age 16-25, it usually doesn’t look wicked sweet when you’re 40+ and working an office job unless you own the company. Some things you just have to do because it’s the way things are done. I’m all for dressing and looking the way you want, but you can’t show up to business meetings looking like you’re ready to go swimming or smelling like you’ve been doing yard work for the past 3 days in the middle of July. Those kind of things just don’t get you anywhere. So anyways, if you do know a little about me you probably know I’m sorta into this whole hispanic thing. If you don’t know why or wonder why cause I’m white it’s cause my mom’s side of the family is mexican with spanish origins. The story goes that the first Alba came to the ‘new world’ on Columbus’ 3rd voyage and my family’s been in Mexico for 500 years. Now even though I look white (and am), my grandpa and all his family definately look spanish. It’s that olive complection thing - really hard to explain but really easy to spot. Since I’m only a quarter, I’m more other stuff than hispanic, but my brother and I really identify with that part of our family cause there aren’t many on my dad’s side (including my dad) that have been nice to us, encouraged us, and made us feel proud to have that last name. It’s many long stories and quite complicated and definately not something to go into at the moment. So I guess in all the rambling I’m trying to say that my brother and I have a very very very large amount of respect for our grandpa. He’s a great man. He’s a wise man. He’s a very well respected man at his workplace, at his church, in his community and even within the state for the interpreting he does. He’s the kind of guy I know that I wish I could be just the tiniest bit like when I’m all old and grown up. So getting something tattoo’d on my arm symbolizing that probably wouldn’t mean much to my grandpa, but it would most definitely mean something to Andy and I.
Tonight Bendog showed up at my door rearing to go see a movie so we headed over to Robby’s and got entertained for a couple hours. That was my first time ever on 2nd Berg I think. Robby definately has a well decorated room with lots of sweet movie posters. Well, I should probably try to get some sleep. I’m actually not really tired at the moment. Spending the past couple days just laying around and resting makes you not so tired when you finally start feeling better. Now I need to just start breathing better….stupid asthma….
I totally agree with your comments on tatoos. Although they can look cool, they are definately something you want to consider the future ramifications of. I cringe when I see people tatooed with something I know they’re going to regret in 10 years. Your idea for a design sounds classy, though, and your shoulder would probably be the perfect place for it.
My skin is too nasty for me to ever get a tatoo, though
I dig this post, man. There’s nothing more precious or important than a name. Some people don’t understand that sometimes the name you don’t bear is more important than the one you do. You may be a Ranfeld, but you’re also an Alba. My momma’s last name ends at her branch- she’s only got sisters. You and your brother getting your family name put as proudly on your skin as it is on your heart is awesome. Great post.