The Man, the Music, the Husband

Hello Fae-ries!

Strap in, we are about to get SO mushy. I sat down this morning, feeling more tired than I have in the past week for no particular reason and not particularly inspired to write today. But, when you set a goal (like writing every Tuesday) you don’t just not do it because you aren’t inspired… you find the inspiration and DO IT ANYWAY. I originally sat down to write about Pride and love in all its forms. This is a VERY important topic but as I got two paragraphs into it I realized that it sounded so forced and my heart just wasn’t ready to write that topic. So I did what I always do when I struggle with something and need just a little push… and I texted my husband for a nudge. He responded lightning quick and reminded me that we got to see the amazing stage show by Hugh Jackman this weekend, which was a Christmas gift from the hubby. Now, this show was AMAZING. We laughed, We cried, We sang along loudly with everyone else… but I didn’t know how to write a whole inspirational blog about it. So I responded with a whiny text that I didn’t know if I was feeling that topic either… and his response was so unabashedly perfect. “It doesn’t have to be more than a couple paragraphs. Babe, trust yourself.” he replied. Great. Now I’m tearing up in Glam Doll Donuts. Isn’t he amazing?!

Now, for those of you who don’t know, Hugh Jackman has a stage show called, “The Man, The Music, the Show!” and it was a weird whirlwind of a performance featuring songs from The Greatest Showman, Les Mis, Beauty and the Beast (if you weren’t aware, his first big gig was playing Gaston on Broadway, shortly before his role ins Wolverine started), and so much more. At one point he came out dressed and acting like Peter Allen (Liza Minnelli’s husband and renowned musician/performer, who is also from Australia) and sang many of his songs. He also had aboriginal music performed by Australian natives, complete with didgeridoo and chanting. Oh, and he plays piano, and tap dances, and a huge example to wholesome masculinity. If you see his show coming to an area near you, get tickets. It’s SO worth it.

Now, seeing that show only solidified for me what an amazing human Hugh Jackman is… and that text from my husband is just another reminder of the love and support given to me by my husband. He does things daily that continue to amaze me with the “masculine barriers” he breaks down daily. He was the one to encourage me to try therapy again. His responses to my whining about my issues is never with hostility or humiliation… he never lets me get away with my pity party either though. Anytime I start in, hes there with encouraging solutions and positive speech. In fact, my family loves him so much that he is now the measuring stick against which all my cousins significant others are compared to! Now… hes not perfect, none of us are. But his support makes being a boss babe that much more fun! Nothing makes me happier than seeing men like my husband and Hugh Jackman and so many more going out and shattering the walls of what makes “men be men.”

… The quote of the week is kind of a crass one, but in the context of today’s blog, it works quite well. “A giant circle jerk doesn’t do anything except make a big sticky mess.” My friend Liz and I were talking about how like-minded people gravitate towards each other and it results in the way our nation is currently split. Minneapolis is a fairly liberal place, but liberals talking to more liberals about how to make the world better isn’t actually changing anything for the better. Same thing goes for where conservatives congregate. People talking to other people who have the same views as themselves isn’t going to bring the change and understanding we need in this world. That’s why men who represent wholesome masculinity are so important. They have the unique ability to continue to show other men by example how we can be anything we want in this world and do not have to fit into this box that is “Male” or “Female.” It’s also why we should seek out those who’s views we don’t agree with and try to learn another perspective… otherwise we are just left with a mess. So take a lesson from my hubby, go out and try to break down walls and be a source of good in this world. Goodness knows we need it.

Love, Jordanne

So, the song of the week is a 90s classic. Whatta Man by Salt N Pepa. If you ever wanna hear me karaoke rap, I got this one in the bag.

Life is a reason, not an excuse

Hello Fae-ries!

So……………….. today is RIDDLED with anxiety. I recently decided that Tuesday’s would be blog days to start out my week (tattoo artist weeks are sooo atypical) and since the anxiety is twitching its way through my veins I KNEW I needed to write about it. My anxieties are much more physical than they are emotional… its like my body is telling me that, “there is a cheetah over there and we need to RUN NOW!”… when really the aforementioned cheetah is a pile of clean clothes that needs to be put away, or a tattoo I am about to do that is pushing my skills, or writing a VERY public blog to all of the prospective clients and friends that I expect to trust me.

I titled this blog entry “Life is a reason, not an excuse” and that is very much what I am feeling. This anxiety is the REASON I need to write to you today, not an excuse to not. The second I (or any of us) start using our problems and shortcomings to make excuses for where we are, it will not only hold us back from the things we love and want to do… but it hinders us from truly living!

I recently had two very amazing clients come down from Duluth to come to the Oddities convention (it was basically a convention full of taxidermy creepies) and to get tattooed by me. The tattoo they wanted was a snail with an eyeball for a shell leaving a slime trail of frosting from a cute frosted donut. When they first told me about this idea I was, of course, intrigued because I love tattoos that are totally off kilter… but also, um… what?! Once I met these kick-ass ladies it all became clear. The snail was because they are obsessed with creepy things. Ok, got it. It was the donut part that has a more interesting story. A few years ago, one of them (we will call her Pink) was living in another state trying to decide between a cool life and guy in that location, and a cool life and guy in MN… and the situation was stressing. The other lady (call her Blue)… well Blue told Pink that she was basically behaving like a whiny kid in a donut store who can’t decide which delicious donut to get. Pink’s life was full of amazing opportunities and she just needed to pick a donut already because no matter what, she was going to end up with a freaking sugar coated, drool-inducing tasty treat! So they now use this as a reminder that life is full of crossroads and even if they don’t seem like it at first, going with your gut and working through the stress will always result in tasty results! Needless to say, I loved this idea (and them!) and will be trying to use this analogy as often as possible.

For me, my current donut problem is that this move to Minneapolis has been such an amazing boost in business… the tattoo community in Minnesota has been so supportive and amazing, and the clientele is plentiful and encouraging! The clientele is so plentiful in fact that I am having a hard time balancing it all… appointment requests, responding on time to everyone, booking people, fitting everyone in, and all the behind the scenes stuff like taxes and ordering supplies… oh and having a life outside of work too (that’s a thing people do, right?). So basically my anxiety is looking this gift horse right in the damn mouth, searching for its tonsils in fact. I am SO grateful and blessed that this community is excited about me and my work and I need to do everything I can to make sure I keep earning your support! I reached out to a life coach today, which to me is SO exciting and daunting. I am not great at relinquishing control, and I know this life coach is also going to make me get an assistant… but I need to pick a damn donut already, accept the help wherever my squad will give it and enjoy the sweet taste of raspberry flavored success (my donut of choice, of course, is the raspberry mousse filled one from next door at Glam Doll).

The odd quote of the week came from those same ladies, “It was a stuffed, taxidermy beetlejuice mouse!” … it was something they saw at the Oddities convention. That is certainly one of the most unique things I have ever pictured! So go out, use your quirky weirdness, your anxiety, your “insert issue here” and go be your own stuffed taxidermy beetlejuice mouse… the world needs you to pick a donut and live the life you want!

Love, Jordanne


PS. I also want to start including a Song of the Week. Music is SO important to me. And since my boys in the band Sweet Ascent just dropped a new single today, I’m gonna use them. It’s not their new single I want to point out though (even though its kick ass!)… my favorite song of theirs is Be Someone Today. It is so applicable to this post. Give them a listen, you won’t regret it.

Life is so awe-inspiring!

Congrats! You made it through the ramblings of my first ever blog! Your reward of course, is this, my second ever blog post! Lol!

Today I want to talk about my experience in the West Coast. In Washington there is a rainforest within the Olympia National Park called the Hoh rainforest (and it’s pronounced like hoe so you best believe there was a never-ending stream of jokes about hoes). This was the most pristine, secluded and preserved piece of nature I have ever seen. Those of you who have ever met me know that I am a talker… but this place quieted me right down, it seemed an affront to its majesty to be too chatty! I learned a lot while I was out there communing with nature, and my favorite thing was Nurse Trees. For those of you not in the know, the rainforest ground is very densely covered in foliage, making it near impossible for new baby trees to grow. So when an older tree falls over and dies, it becomes a host to these new baby trees, “nursing” them by giving them a place to grow. The baby tree roots work their way through the nurse tree and into the ground, so as the original tree decays and disappears, the new trees now appear to be up on stilted roots. If you ever find a row of trees in the wild, in a seemingly straight line, it is because they grew upon another tree.

Now, that is just a neat fact, not all that awe inspiring right? The epic part is that I saw rows of these trees that were DECADES older than me… so to think of how old that nurse tree was before it died to fill its purpose, and to think that tree might have once been on a nurse tree of its own… *mindblown* We talk about how old things are and how old the earth is and how long all these things have been around, but its another thing to see something natural just doing its thing, untouched in all its ancient glory. I grew up in the country surrounded by woodlands, so nature isn’t exactly new to me. This was a whole new ballgame. I seriously encourage you to go and check out this rainforest, I promise you won’t regret it.

All this majesty and history got me thinking about my own place in the world. I’m not a tree, and I plan on being cremated when I die (my friend Sasha has also planted the seed of a traditional viking death by putting me out to sea and lighting the boat on fire… that also seems cool) so my body won’t really be much good for nurturing in that way. But what I CAN do is use my time here to nurture others. Encourage love, both self love and love for others. This world is way older than any of us and it will continue going even after all of us are dead. Now that may seem like a morbid thought, but I choose to look at in a different light. Instead of, “my life doesn’t matter, everything happens anyway” I want to look at it like, “my life DOES matter, everything happens and I can make a positive impact on the world just by being nurturing and supportive, because life goes on after I’m gone and I want that life to be great!” There is the philosophical question: If a tree falls in the wood and no one is there to hear it… does it make a sound? Turns out it doesn’t matter if it makes a sound, it just matters that it is still contributing to the world around it.

In my last blog entry I mentioned that I hear weird phrases every day that I didn’t anticipate. I’ve decided to include one in each entry. Today’s quote is, “Yup, but that’s like, a celestial existential glitter.” … That was in reference to our souls. So I leave this entry on that note: go use the celestial existential glitter of your soul to nurture others today!