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a screw, a stud, a bone, a nose and a pair of gloves

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It’s been a little over 2 years since I got my nose pierced. So if you can do the math, I was 38 years old–wh/ is a little older than your average nose piercer…I’ve never once regretted the decision and honestly, I wish I hadn’t waited so long.

Kinda the way I feel about my tattoo…though I will say, I love my tattoo so much because it is THE RIGHT tattoo for me. If I had gotten one in my 20s, it probably would’ve been a fad tattoo and not one that reflected who I am as a person. (I remember wanting a parrot on the outside of my thigh during my Jimmy Buffett days. I mean, really? A parrot?)

Anyway, I tell you all this to lead up to a pretty funny story. Or at least, it’s funny to me.

After my nose piercing, I was told to be careful when using washcloths or towels on my face because the threads can yank out the jewelry. And at the time, that would’ve been very painful because I used the screw and not the bone. (could that sound more sexual?) I much prefer the bone now. (again! so sexual! this is a family blog! *cough*)

ANYWAY

I never really encountered any problems with the piercing except that when I was using the screw, I could see it in my nostril when I looked in the rearview mirror and then all I wanted to do was pick it. And seriously, nobody wants to see me picking my nose in the car.

Fast forward to Wednesday morning. I’m in the shower, belting out some Lady GaGa and exfoliating. I use exfoliating gloves religiously–nothing works better in the world. After I wash my hair I don the gloves and work from my face down. I’m always careful not to get too close to the jewelry as I scrub my face. I mean, it’s been two years and I’ve had no problems so far, right?

Well, apparently I haven’t sneezed while exfoliating my face in two years…
So I sneeze. And my hands instinctively go to my nose. And when I pull back, the gloves yank out my nose stud.

First of all, ouch. It wasn’t real painful (if it had been the screw, it would’ve hurt like hell. Nobody likes a painful screw ) but it definitely stung.
Secondly, I’m blind as a freaking bat. I’m in the shower, with soap on my face, no glasses or contacts, and I hear the tink, tink, tink of my little diamond stud bouncing in the shower.

And down the drain.

It had to have gone down the drain because I haven’t found it yet.

Thankfully I have a couple of spares (I know myself too well. It’s always best to buy two of everything when you’re me) So after my shower I just popped in the micro-stud and carried on.

I’m ordering a new diamond today along with a new belly-button ring. It’s time for a change there, too–thankfully it didn’t take me ripping it out of my navel to realize that.

survey says?

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I’m a stud.

But we all knew that, didn’t we?

It was a resounding landslide in the hoop or stud nose-ring question. I still kinda dig the hoop but even if it was a landslide the other way, I wouldn’t be keeping it in. It feels like a feather tickling my nose. I’ll still pull the hoop out and wear it every once in a while, but the stud is going back in.

It is Christmas Eve! I hope everyone has a great day. It’s raining here, so my plan is to go to the gym then hunker in for some writing and wrapping. (not to be confused with rapping. Nobody wants to see that, I promise)

Happy Holidays to all my blog readers, friends, family, and secret pretend boyfriends. (Could somebody tell Matt Damon I’m going to have to call the police if he shows up at my door in Santa underwear and hat again?)

happy nose-pierce-iversary!

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That’s right, 1 year ago today, I had my nose pierced.
And I can’t imagine my life without that little gem. Seriously, it’s like I’ve always had it.

So happy nose-pierce-iversary to me!

I got my navel pierced for my 35th birthday. My nose done to celebrate my first book sale…and this year’s milestone…a tattoo.

I was supposed to get my first one in SF this year at the RWA Conference with the same group of Divas who kidnapped me and took me to get my nose done last year. But that wasn’t meant to be. First of all, I had to cancel my trip. Too expensive under the circumstances. If my book was going to hit the shelves this year, I would’ve figured out a way to afford the trip, but it’s not, and there really is no reason for me to go. Secondly, Fishdog has designed my tattoo but it needs a little tweaking. The tattoo isn’t going to happen until the design is ready.

But it will happen sometime before March. It’s my turning 40 celebration.

Do you do anything special to celebrate your milestones?

happy thursday, friends.

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Well, I’m here in Arkansas. It took me longer to leave Oxford yesterday than I had planned. Of course, I don’t know why I bother planning anything cuz this always happens.

I had to see Bevan one more time and say goodbye to my friend Mitch Cohen. I had to take Ian back to the dentist to be refitted for his bottom retainer…since it only lasted a week before he broke it. I had to run by the gym and tell them to PLEASE stop drafting my account and say goodbye to Rose, Veda, and Millisa. And Fire Inspector Clarence. We can’t forget Clarence.

The niece and nephew were thrilled to have us back. They loved on us and wouldn’t let the boys out of their sights.

Mom and I had a great time catching up, but I can already tell there’s gonna be an adjustment period to me living here until our house sells in Oxford.

We’re headed to Lake Ouachita (prounounced Washitah). We’re planning to be there til Sunday. I’m looking forward to a few days of fun in the sun before next week..when I start my fulltime writing gig and the boys go back to school.

BTW, congratulations to Jenna Mayson, Blogging Sex Kitten for winning the prize. She’s the first person to write the word clit in my comments. Your gift is in the mail. You rock.

I miss you, Fishdog.

climbing the highest mountain…

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I’m tired of being sad. Sadness sucks. And it gives me puffy eyes. After crying for a while, I start to resemble a big fat blond puffer fish. I’m so scary, I don’t think even Spongebob would want to be my friend–and he likes everyone.

So, in order to make me feel a little better, I thought I’d tell y’all a little story.

As all 22 of you who read my blog know, I got my nose pierced while in Dallas about a month ago. It didn’t hurt very much and aside from me scratching it and trying to pull it out in the middle of the night a couple of times, I’ve had no problems.

None.

No redness, no oozing, no swelling…nothing.

Until the zit.

Yes. I got myself a zit right next to my piercing. It’s on the backside of the stud, so you really can’t see it. But I know it’s there.

Oh yes. I know.

That zit taunts me while I sleep.

“Meeeeeel! Don’t you wanna pop me?”

“Meeeeeel! you know you want me.”

But despite its taunting, I held strong. I continued my saline treatment and pretended to not hear its calling.

I did my best. I didn’t touch it for 24 hours. Honestly, that’s like forever to me.

The next night, after swimming, I started my cleansing routine. That’s when temptation got the best of me. I moved my stud just slightly, so I could get a better look at the mountain trying to take over my nose. Oh, perfect! I could pop it and just get rid of it…right?

Um.

Yeah. Pre-piercing, you bet I could.

Well, my little nose diamond (okay, it’s more of a “diamond”) is on a corkscrew, so it has to be worked out…it can’t just be pulled out.

Or so I thought.

I adjust my little stud (hehe, that sounds kinda dirty) and try to get a closer look and Mt. Zitverest when suddenly I hear a little “clink, clink, clink”.

Um.

Um.

Oooops.

Yeah, that would be my little “diamond” in the sink. Now that I had full access to Mt. Zitverest all I could think was “Shit, it’s too soon! I can’t let the hole close up!”

So I scrambled and cleaned off my stud (hehehe, still sounds dirty) and tried to reinsert it. That proved to be tricky, but I managed.

The zit is gone now. There is no redness. And my stud is still awesome. But damn, it was almost life or death hanging on the edge of Mt. Zitverest.

more, more, more…

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First of all, I promise more cleavage in the future posts. Thanks to Fishdog and Killer for the requests.

Secondly, no the piercing really didn’t hurt. It was over Quick, Fast, and In-A-Hurry. Timmy the wonder Piercer said, “Close your eyes.” and I did. And then he poked me. I held my breath and my right eye watered, but honestly, it felt sharp, like when you have an under the skin zit that you just won’t let go. The guys at Taboo Tattoo were fantastic. They were friendly and gracious and now I have a little crush on Tim. I can see how people can get addicted to this. There is a definite rush. I felt the same after I had my navel done. But I didn’t find myself crushing on my navel guy. LOL

That’s my guy in the center. Timmy, we love you. You were great. By the way, I love my piercing. It looks like it has always been there and I had a couple of people comment yesterday that for some reason they thought I’d always had it. Awesome.
This is the group of Divas who kidnapped me and forced me to puncture my nose. What a great group of ladies!

Now on to the conference.

Last night was a blast. A group of us did more liver training in the bar. We had great service (well, it was mediocre service but great compared to what others were getting) our waiter Chris was way busy and trying so hard, but he did manage to pay us a lot of attention. I have a feeling it had a lot to do with the abundance of cleavage in our area…

Not mine….but still, great cleavage.

Of course, it might not be the cleavage, Chris could’ve just been coming by for the show:
okay, so I’m off to the gym. More pics and stories to come!