Brian and Heather got married!

So, Brian Warner and Heather Sweet got married. I just looked at the Vogue spread of their wedding and it really was beautiful considering.

Considering what you may ask? Brian Warner and Heather Sweet are more commonly known as Marilyn Manson and Dita Von Teese.

Names really are a very important part of how a person is viewed I think. If it was “Shock Rocker Brian Warner”, would it have the same sound? Or would “Burlesque dancer Heather Sweet” sound as exotic? I don’t think so. Names are a big deal.

And a big responsibility. Like naming a child for example. What a huge deal! You are basically deciding how that child will be viewed forever. Lets take Jackson for example. He can be called Jack or Jacks or Jackson. It could be spelled Jackson, Jaxon, Jaxson, Jaksin, etc. And Jack used to be a nickname for John…. Then there's Jack-off, High-Jack, Jackass, Jack and the Bean Stock, Jack be nimble, Jack Sprat, Jack and Jill... Huh. So, I think that anyone will agree that a name is very important.

I like the old urban legend of Orangelo and Lamongelo. Twin fellas. Mom named them after Orange Jello and Lime Jello. Or the lady that named her daughter Placenta because she heard it and thought it sounded pretty. Or Ima and Ura Hog. Not nice to do to young ladies.

In my immediate family, Dad has a nice normal name, but mothers is unusual. Then my seester is Rebecca Marie. Such a lovely lady sounding name. But before Ma & Pa came up with her lovely moniker, they named me Janni Laine. Janni Laine. Forever destined to sound like a cheerleader. Now, don’t get me wrong. I like my name A LOT. If someone says “Janni!” I know it’s me. But am I named after the song Penny Lane? Or did Daddy see a Janni Lane on the way to the hospital and was relieved because he hadn’t chosen a name yet? And didn’t he know that in the 80’s there would be a butt-rocker called Jani Lane?

3 things.

1. When I go into witness protection, my first name will be Ryan (chose that in middle school).
2. My porn name is Muffin Fairfield (1st pet, 1st street).
3. IF my name was Richard, I’d go by Dick cause it’s funny.

Oh, and 4? I really do love that my name is Janni Laine. Thanks Dad.

You can stare if you want to.

So~

The weirdest thing has happened.

I have become one of “those” people. You know, one of the tattooed, pierced people. I’m not worthy of a stare, and don’t plan to be. I am a stare-er not a stare-ee. But can I anymore? I mean, without being somewhat prejudice against myself?

When I realized it was last week before I went home for my 35th birthday. I had a nightmare that my son begged and begged to get his ears pierced. So off we went to have his earlobes STRETCHED to the size of a SILVER DOLLAR. In my dream, I panicked and was massaging his precious earlobes with anything I could find to try to get them to shrink before going home. Hair conditioner, olive oil, ice, you name it, in the nightmare, I tried it. I lost several nights sleep over it.

And why you may ask? Because I (ME) had my earlobes stretched about 8 weeks ago and hadn’t told my family. (coward) So I make a phone call to my dad. “Dad? I have to tell you something so that I can get some sleep.” Of course, he scolded me. But not for the earlobes (only 4 gauge by the way which equals a 3mm hole), but because I worried about it. “You’re forgetting that I’m your old dad that has a buzzard sitting on a bone (tattoo).” Plus, he’s kinda used to it as it’s not my first or even my 5th piercing and I just had my 10th tattoo.

What is my point?

Can you be one that stares at a tattooed pierced freak and be one at the same time? Can you?

And the truth of the matter is, I don’t know when I’m done with my.. um.. alterations.

Huh.

Alls I can say is THANK GOODNESS you have to be 18 to get ink because my son would be covered with Sponge Bob tattoo’s.