Oh No! Not ANOTHER Stupid Di Moment!

Way back in the late 60's or early '70's my parents bought an unseen lot for a house in Arizona. Within the following year Mom, Dad, Sis and I piled into the car and headed cross country from Iowa to Arizona so we could all take a look at this house lot on a man-made lake halfway between Phoenix and Tucson. Obviously my parents were very naive and overly trusting to buy land they had never seen before, but that's not the point of this post anyway so who cares.

Upon our arrival in Arizona we checked into what we midwest corn picking folks felt was a pretty snazzy hotel. After all, it was at least four stories high and that's higher than we had ever been off the ground before, at least for Sis and I. The room had a great view of the 'desert in the city' landscape out the set of pristinely clean sliding glass doors to a small balcony which were soooo clean that I proceeded to walk right into as if there were no glass. BAM! "Ooooh, my nose!", I shouted in Marsha Brady fashion... "My stinkin' nose".

I cried more so in embarrassment than pain I think and my family of course laughed at me as my tears hit the floor. Families can be that way.


Yep, this is a nose story, but really more of a nose pickin' story than a bashing into the glass nose story. My nose has been a royal pain for me at times throughout my life.


The nose pickin' story I'm thinking of was once again, just like the curling iron stuck in the hair story, during the time I worked for the boss that didn't like me much. He never believed my, "sorry I will be late to work today" stories. *shrugs* Can't understand why.

Anyhoo, I was driving to work one morning pickin' my nose. BECAUSE IT ITCHED THAT'S WHY!!! Not cuz I liked boogers...... IT ITCHED!! So I stuck my finger inside to scratch it because I didn't have a tissue in the car.

The streets of Tempe it seemed always had street repairs going on and I didn't see the sign that the street crew had posted that said, "Bump Ahead". Well, crap.... when I hit the bump my finger jammed from the edge of my nose where I had been a pickin' way up inside. I had pretty long fingernails. Sharp fingernails too. Well, that dang bump in the road bumped me so hard that my fingernail gave me a bloody nose... Not just a little bit of blood, but it poked so hard that the blood came gushing out and down the front of my blouse and onto my skirt for heaven sakes.



Well, what's a gal to do but call the effing boss AGAIN and tell him she will be late because her finger rammed up her nose and caused a nose gusher right there in rush hour traffic and she has to turn around and go home and change clothes.

I'll NEVER understand WHY that boss did not like me or ever believe me.