Too Much Perfection?

Yesterday, DH and I had a wonderful day. My sister and my brother-in-law babysat the wutz and DH and I went to Tallahassee to go to a movie. We saw Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. It was pretty much a chick flick, so I enjoyed it, but DH claimed he did also, so that was good. After the movie we went to the Olive Garden and ate a wonderful early dinner. It was nice to sit down and enjoy an adult meal for once.

After dinner, though, we doubled back down Monroe Street and DH drove me to Bink's. Binks is a piercing place. It isn't one of those tattto-slash-piercing joints. It is exclusively piercing and the guy that owns it is a registered nurse. Or so the sign says. *heh*

We hopped out of Notta and went inside. We were met by Bink's apprentice, Marina. I chose the jewelry I wanted, filled out the paperwork and paid the fee to get my new piercing. Then Marina showed me into the room and I hopped up onto the table, which was basically the same table my gynocologist uses. Not a good sign.

I watched her as she took out the sterile equiptment, peeling open the wrapping on each tool and placing them on the metal tray beside me. I think this was about the time my heart started flying out of my chest because it was beating so crazily!

Then I made a mistake. I glanced over to the tray. The needle looked freaking huge. HUGE.

I stayed strong, though. I resisted my fight or flight instincts which were screaming inside my skull: Run. Run. RUN!

After Marina explained the process and made a mark for my approval she then inserted the metal stopper and told me to close my eyes if I needed. Then she told me to take a deep breath. I think I'd forgotten how to breathe. Seriously. But I finally remembered and I pulled in half a breath of air into my lungs when the needle sunk into my skin and completely pierced my nostril. In one swift movement Marina, the piercing goddess, had impaled me with the needle and threaded the tiny opal piercing into place.

It was surprisingly easy! And it really didn't hurt badly. It literally felt like a bee sting.

Now, a day later, I can definitely say I love it! I am glad I did it. Hopefully I won't get fired over it!

My parents saw it today, thanks to the Princess. She made sure they noticed it before we left for brunch. I made it through an entire meal without anyone noticing. It wasn't until we were in the parking lot preparing to leave that they noticed. And that was only because she kept clearing her throat and making gestures to her own nose. It was obvious she wanted them to notice something.

And they did.

The reaction and look on my mom's face was priceless. And hysterical. About 10 emotions washed over her face in the time it took her jaw to hit the pavement. My Dad muttered and told DH he should have put his foot down. Typical! DH didn't tell him that he thinks it is sexy, though. I guess that wouldn't have been the moment to say something like that anyways.

Fortunately, by the time we returned to my parents' house, they seemed to be over it. It wasn't really mentioned again. Thank goodness!

So now, without further ado...

My new piercing:



Please pardon the fact that I just got out of the shower and haven't a lick of makeup on.

We are entering week two of DH being jobless. He's sent out about 11 or 12 resumes and has had no real bites. It is disheartening. There is one local company that is looking for someone, so he sent in a resume this morning. I have my fingers crossed that something good comes of it. My biggest fear with it is that the pay will be a LOT less than what he was getting previously. However, we'll do what we have to do. Anything will beat the whopping $275 per week for unemployment, right?!?

Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers that DH finds something soon. I'm tired of having him underfoot all the time!

We trudged down to the Unemployment office this morning. Fun fun. Only to find out that DH has to file for unemployment in the state he had been working in. Which is NOT the state we live in. The financial difference between the two states means that we'll receive $220 less per month. That sucks.

Georgia calls their program Unemployment Insurance. Florida calls theirs Unemployment Compensation.

F U C -- it really is appropriate, although missing one letter to make it perfect.


~sigh~

Anyways, I think DH is all filed in both states, so it is a start at least. He also dropped off his resume to one architect firm in town and additionally, he emailed the resume to a couple of his friends in the same field.

Fingers and toes crossed.

The stark realization of a HUGE pay cut makes me sick, but at this point the way the economy is at the moment, I just hope he can get his foot in the door someplace soon.