Ever do something just crazy? I did....
Okay, so I have to say that it's probably a good thing I'm not in the same area as Kym because if I were, I'd probably have day-glo green hair right now. Can I be talked into things? Apparently so....
So my very good friend from work tells me to hold Thursday open as she has a surprise for me. I meet up with her and she has plans to take me to a spa in Ashland for a pedicure. Wooo - I love that idea! What pampering!
So we get there and the woman taking care of me that day, Amy, is a teenie tiny thing. Very Ashland-y in that Ashland is a very earthy, hippy but very expensive place to live. Kind of like Hippies on Cash.
My friend, Lynda, is an extremely friendly and funny person. She could charm the socks off a snake. She too has lost a tremendous amount of weight, but all on her own with diet and exercise. So we both have sort of blossomed lately...having become more interested in hair, makeup, nails, clothing, etc. It's fun to be able to look nice, yanno? So we talk and laugh and talk and laugh and chat these girls up. Amy has a little diamond stud in her nose, so we get to yakking about that. It looks really good on her...very small and unobtrusive. Nothing like you would imagine a nose ring to be. No big gold hoop....almost indistinguishable.
So Lynda says to me "Should we get one?" I pooh pooh her as full of hot air. But here is my dear friend telling me that every piercing she has and the tattoo she has she got when she was with a dear friend and it was a way of memorializing a special day for her. She just kept up on this. Now you have to know Lynda. She is forever 40. Or maybe I should say 39. Anyway, she's not one to tell her age, so I won't either. But she is older than me. And I'm going to be 40 this year. (ugh) So I really think she is going to give up on this notion, but it's pretty apparent that she has a mission. I think "well, maybe she is just showing interest" when she discusses the best person to go to for this piercing. But once in the car and on our way back home, she keeps up with it. Hooboy. I'm in trouble.
So there we are, sitting in front of this tattoo parlor. It is closed, and I'm thinking "Oh good...it's a sign." Nope - hey let's go get a bite to eat and come back when it opens in 30 minutes. 
So we do.
Enter the parlor. We are greeted by a heavily tattooed, heavily pierced Betty Page look-alike. She is the "one" who was highly recommended in piercing circles. She is very confident and fits her "look" quite well. Imagine this - I ask her if this one or that one would look nice. Her response: "Oh f--- yeah, baby..." or in response to a question about using bandages to disguise the stud "Oh f--- no. You don't want to mess with that s---. It will f-n cut off the air flow. You don't want that s---."
So her tattoos and eye makeup weren't the only things that were colorful. 
At this point I can't believe we are in there...nor that I've got my poker face on pretending I'm cool with this. Inside I'm screaming "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, DINA!!!" Then a lady behind us who has brought her 17 year old son in for a lip ring birthday present to compliment his already present tongue ring says "I wish I could get a nose ring, but they won't let me have one at work."
So Lynda and I just stop and stare at each other dumbfounded. OH CRAP! WORK! The lady says "So they will let you wear one at work?" And we just both begin to bust out laughing. (For the very few of you who don't know, I am a police dispatcher and I work with Lynda who is a calltaker.) So then she asks "Where do you work?" That brings another round of raucious laughter we cannot contain. I wasn't going to offer that info up considering a vast majority of the people there had probably had their cars impounded by us, and I probably called the tow myself. But good ol' Lynda just blurts it right out where we work. Then the whole room - and into the next room - starts laughing. No - they aren't simply laughing. They are guffawing.
So since Lynda is the charmer, I elect her to call work and find out if we can even do this thing. So she steps outside and calls to speak to the supervisor. The supervisor on duty is a 60ish old cowboy type. So she tells him what she wants to know and makes him promise not to reveal it to anyone there. So she asks him if there is anything in the policies rules and procedures book that would prohibit us from getting our noses pierced. He pauses for a long while and responds "I don't believe there is any reason why you can't. But the thing I wanna know is WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO?"
That's good enough for Lynda, so we are ON. We've picked out our studs and have filled out our paperwork. Ask a few questions and get our colorful replies. Then the next question: Who's first? Oy vey....
So that was when I decided that if I saw Lynda get hers done and scream bloody murder or gush blood that I would run the other way. I couldn't do that to her, so I volunteered myself. Okay - breathe in slowly....breathe out slowly and she said she would do it on the exhale. She didn't. I figure she is going to make me do it a few times and then stick me, but she tricked me out....it was on the 2nd exhale.
Honestly it wasn't bad. It was a very quick sharp poke but I think my ears hurt worse when I got them pierced. But then the blood. Holy crap the blood! I bled like a stuck pig. I was the Energizer Bunny of hemorrhaging. Well, at least it felt that way. We got it down to a small trickle after a couple of minutes. And then I had to leave the building to keep from dripping (state laws about blotting your own blood there or something). Then Lynda sits down. I told her it wasn't that bad. So she gets hers done. She thinks I was lying about the pain thing. But then she didn't bleed hardly at all. So here I hardly felt a thing and about bled out, while she said it hurt quite a bit and was throbbing, but hardly had a dot of blood. I dunno - I think I vote for bleeding out.
So, well, here I am, my nose all bedazzled and everything. Midlife crisis? Maybe. Weak and easy to talk into crazy things? Ooohhhhh yeah. You betcha.
Pictures? Yeah, there will be one on my blog eventually. I just need to make sure I stop bleeding first....
Dina
(and yes, I may just have to copy much of this post to my blog when I write about this because my arm is stinking going numb about now...)
So we do.
Enter the parlor. We are greeted by a heavily tattooed, heavily pierced Betty Page look-alike. She is the "one" who was highly recommended in piercing circles. She is very confident and fits her "look" quite well. Imagine this - I ask her if this one or that one would look nice. Her response: "Oh f--- yeah, baby..." or in response to a question about using bandages to disguise the stud "Oh f--- no. You don't want to mess with that s---. It will f-n cut off the air flow. You don't want that s---."
So her tattoos and eye makeup weren't the only things that were colorful.
At this point I can't believe we are in there...nor that I've got my poker face on pretending I'm cool with this. Inside I'm screaming "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, DINA!!!" Then a lady behind us who has brought her 17 year old son in for a lip ring birthday present to compliment his already present tongue ring says "I wish I could get a nose ring, but they won't let me have one at work."
So Lynda and I just stop and stare at each other dumbfounded. OH CRAP! WORK! The lady says "So they will let you wear one at work?" And we just both begin to bust out laughing. (For the very few of you who don't know, I am a police dispatcher and I work with Lynda who is a calltaker.) So then she asks "Where do you work?" That brings another round of raucious laughter we cannot contain. I wasn't going to offer that info up considering a vast majority of the people there had probably had their cars impounded by us, and I probably called the tow myself. But good ol' Lynda just blurts it right out where we work. Then the whole room - and into the next room - starts laughing. No - they aren't simply laughing. They are guffawing.
So since Lynda is the charmer, I elect her to call work and find out if we can even do this thing. So she steps outside and calls to speak to the supervisor. The supervisor on duty is a 60ish old cowboy type. So she tells him what she wants to know and makes him promise not to reveal it to anyone there. So she asks him if there is anything in the policies rules and procedures book that would prohibit us from getting our noses pierced. He pauses for a long while and responds "I don't believe there is any reason why you can't. But the thing I wanna know is WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO?"
That's good enough for Lynda, so we are ON. We've picked out our studs and have filled out our paperwork. Ask a few questions and get our colorful replies. Then the next question: Who's first? Oy vey....
So that was when I decided that if I saw Lynda get hers done and scream bloody murder or gush blood that I would run the other way. I couldn't do that to her, so I volunteered myself. Okay - breathe in slowly....breathe out slowly and she said she would do it on the exhale. She didn't. I figure she is going to make me do it a few times and then stick me, but she tricked me out....it was on the 2nd exhale.
Honestly it wasn't bad. It was a very quick sharp poke but I think my ears hurt worse when I got them pierced. But then the blood. Holy crap the blood! I bled like a stuck pig. I was the Energizer Bunny of hemorrhaging. Well, at least it felt that way. We got it down to a small trickle after a couple of minutes. And then I had to leave the building to keep from dripping (state laws about blotting your own blood there or something). Then Lynda sits down. I told her it wasn't that bad. So she gets hers done. She thinks I was lying about the pain thing. But then she didn't bleed hardly at all. So here I hardly felt a thing and about bled out, while she said it hurt quite a bit and was throbbing, but hardly had a dot of blood. I dunno - I think I vote for bleeding out.
So, well, here I am, my nose all bedazzled and everything. Midlife crisis? Maybe. Weak and easy to talk into crazy things? Ooohhhhh yeah. You betcha.
Pictures? Yeah, there will be one on my blog eventually. I just need to make sure I stop bleeding first....
Dina
(and yes, I may just have to copy much of this post to my blog when I write about this because my arm is stinking going numb about now...) 
You know what I love about your new picture? Your eyes are just an amazing electric blue. You look fabulous.
I can relate to the nose piercing. I've thought about piercing the new belly button. I probably won't, but given the proper encouragement, I'd probably be sporting some bling on the belly.
I'm so glad you posted your story, you made me chuckle and I was proud of you for putting yourself out there and living.
Hugs,
Connie
Weird - it didn't take my reply. Trying again with a copy and paste..
Hey look - it only took me 2 weeks to get back in here!
Actually that's a good thing because I've lived with it for over 2 weeks now and I have to say that yes, I do like it. I like that I have the versatility to play with it when it's all healed up. I like that I can be as mild or wild as I want. I wouldn't normally do something like this, but sometimes you think in the back of your mind what you would secretly like to try but never have the guts to do...this is one of those things.
This is fun. At least right now it is. I'll check back in a month and let you know if I feel the same way! 
Dina
Actually that's a good thing because I've lived with it for over 2 weeks now and I have to say that yes, I do like it. I like that I have the versatility to play with it when it's all healed up. I like that I can be as mild or wild as I want. I wouldn't normally do something like this, but sometimes you think in the back of your mind what you would secretly like to try but never have the guts to do...this is one of those things.
This is fun. At least right now it is. I'll check back in a month and let you know if I feel the same way!
Dina Hey look - it only took me 2 weeks to get back in here!
Actually that's a good thing because I've lived with it for over 2 weeks now and I have to say that yes, I do like it. I like that I have the versatility to play with it when it's all healed up. I like that I can be as mild or wild as I want. I wouldn't normally do something like this, but sometimes you think in the back of your mind what you would secretly like to try but never have the guts to do...this is one of those things.
This is fun. At least right now it is. I'll check back in a month and let you know if I feel the same way!
Dina
Actually that's a good thing because I've lived with it for over 2 weeks now and I have to say that yes, I do like it. I like that I have the versatility to play with it when it's all healed up. I like that I can be as mild or wild as I want. I wouldn't normally do something like this, but sometimes you think in the back of your mind what you would secretly like to try but never have the guts to do...this is one of those things.
This is fun. At least right now it is. I'll check back in a month and let you know if I feel the same way!
Dina 
jaded_pryncess
on 6/10/06 6:21 am
on 6/10/06 6:21 am
hahaha...yeah, it's probably a good thing we're not in the same area. ;) my nose didn't really hurt all that bad, and really didn't bleed much at all....and i love it. mostly i keep a tiny little stud in it, but when i'm feeling particularly frisky (rawr), i'll put in a little silver hoop. changing that thing hurts!!!! worse than the actual piercing, because at the end of the post is a big spot that is much, much bigger than the post (to help hold it in your nose)...so i try not to change mine too often. i'm going to get my eyebrow redone...it closed up. and as soon as i'm able, i'm trading this icky dark brown hair in for some bright red. i've also got plans for the new belly button, and 2 tattoos in the workings...a tiny shamrock somewhere (hubby's going to get one too - we met on st. patty's day), and i'm going to get a huge back piece - wings of some sort, i haven't decided on the design yet. i was really surprised that after my tt, the tribal tatt on my lower back didn't move or stretch at all. thank god...i was worried about that one.
i can't wait to see pictures!!! speaking of which, your new pic on the boards is incredible...you look absolutely stunning.
*hugs*
kym
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