A new hole in my nose

I know it has been awhile since I posted so here goes…My latest adventure has been getting my nose pierced. Back in January I decided that I would set this a “reward” for losing my first 20-25 pounds. I decided (on only four hours of sleep) that yesterday would be the day. Instead of accomplishing this task first on my long list of things to do I decided to go to Walmart first. It doesn’t seem like that this would be an issue except for the fact that the whole reason I was going to Walmart was to buy pork shoulder in order to make Chilie Verde. After purchasing items high on the spoil gauge I then opted to get my nose pierce. It took me 20 minutes of driving to settle on Club Tattoo as the place to go. I walk into the nicest tattoo shop EVER! It looked like a boutique. Headrick, yes his name was Headrick, took me back and got me set up. One thing people who have their nosed pierced fail to mention is that they make you smile 800 times so they can place the piercing in an aesthetically pleasing location. So I’m sitting there smiling like a dumbass while a guy named Headrick draws pencil marks on my nose. He had an apprentice with him so he was explaining the whole process. Then both of them looked up my nose. Did I mention that the table I was sitting on looked very similar to the one at by OB-GYN with out the stirrups (perhaps they were hiding in the closet). So I they leaned be back, told me to start going to my “place” to prepare for the upcoming unpleasant. Really? I have 11 tattoos one of which took four hours. Any who, I start my Zen breathing that I learned in Yoga and Headrick asked me to take a deep breath and then take long exhale. Upon exhaling there was a pinch in my nose and it was over. The actual piercing doesn’t hurt. What’s annoying is the piercing needle sticking out of my nose while they get the jewelry situated. So I’m laying there with what feels like a huge spike sticking out of my nostril. Eventually the jewelry is in place and all is well. Headrick tells me to take my time sitting up so I don’t pass out. He also mentions that some people have watery eyes afterwards and provided a tissue (so chivalrous). As I sat up he said I was a model client. No watery eyes and no flinching. I am officially a 5 at getting body piercings. After paying for my new accessory I triumphantly walk out the front door. I am no more than 18 inches out the door when I trip on the curb in front of my truck. Sensing horrific embarrassment I turn the free fall into a slight jog. Unfortunately Kimberlee has already seen this and is bent over laughing. So to recap…I am a five at getting pierced and a 3 when it comes to walking. Such is my life

On a side note, Kimberlee is a three at taking pictures because as soon as we got in the truck she wanted to take a picture of me and promptly ran her head into the review mirror.