Ten years ago if someone had even suggest to me that I'd be married to a tattooer I would have laughed at them.I don't like motorcycles,nor do I drink bud.Hell,I'm not sure if I even liked tattooes,and am 100% sure I didn't like guys with tattoos.
Fast forward two years later .I was working at a local club, and in walks this boy heavily tattooed, and the most amazing blue eyes I had ever seen.I took one look at him and felt dizzy. After him staring a hole through me for two weeks,he kept coming back, and he didn't even drink,I had had enough, and said "So ummm,enough bullshit already do want my fucking phone number ,or what?"Thank God he did,cause the way I spoke to him could have went one of two ways.This boy called me for two weeks straight, and I continued to blow him off.I knew he was going to change my life, and I wasn't ready .I finally call him back after I would say at least 25 voice mails.I refer to him as "him" because at this time I didn't even know his name.Sad I am aware. I dial his number,and say "Hi this is Geena." voice on other end says"Would you like to speak to Ron?" Fucking right I would. Yippy my tattoo boy now has a name. Ronald David Russo.
This is how I became a tattooers wife. I want to share my story with all of you.The ups, and downs.All the craziness that comes along with owning two tattoo shops.Being a mommy, a wife, and ego stroker.
I hope each, and everyone of you can laugh,cry, and relate with me. Being married to a tattooer isn't easy,but it is by far the greatest ride I've ever been on.
Now sit back,read, and enjoy.
You take your life in your own hands,make your own fate, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame. |
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I can't believe the changes that have come into my life over the past 7 months,it almost feels like 7 years.From the close of a business(which was hands down the best thing that has happened to me),to getting my dream job. These past months have taught me to find peace with in myself.I have finally stopped worrying about the guy down the street,stopped competing w/ those who were never really competition,and have made friends in the ones I would least expect. I can't begin to explain how freeing it can be when you just stop giving two fucks.I can think of days that I have lost sleep because I have let people occupy space in my mind,and then was so angry with myself the next day.Life is more than who did,or said what.Life is what we make it,life is all the good things.It took me so long to figure all this out,to really understand who I was,who I am meant to be. My oldest daughter said to me yesterday while driving "I hate that!" I looked her dead in the eye, and told her to never hate.When we hate it takes up all the good energy in our bodies, and our minds,and then there is no room left for all the good stuff. She gave me that nod that only her 9 year old self can, and I knew she just got it,she knew what I meant. I wish there was some way to teach so many who spend so much time focusing on what the guy next to them is doing,to embrace all they have ,to stop blaming the past,and grab hold of the future like it's the last chance we have. I had a friend the other day compliment me, and I am not sure she even realized how touched I was by her words.She told me she read the blog I had posted about my childhood,and how I wasn't all "poor me" I like to believe we make our own fate,I mean really if I didn't I'd probably be a heroin addict street walker,but guess what? I sure the fuck am not! I like to believe that I have turned out OK despite the odds, and the statistics I have managed to be all that I ever could have dreamed.A wife, a mommy,a writer(no shit,I know still sounds crazy to me),and I run a really good business if I don't say so myself. I guess what I am saying is I have found serenity,and I hope for anyone in my life who is uncertain,or not sure of where they are supposed to be,let go of all the things that hurt.If the negative out ways the positivity then it is time to roll up the carpet, and move on. Find peace,find yourself,because I promise you it is truly the most liberating feeling I have ever had.   
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