Holy, Holy, Hol You Gotta Be Kidding Me?
Amy recently got her ear pierced...again.
I'm not big on body piercings of any form, but I'm big on Amy and as long as she limits her personal puncturing to ears I don't object...too much.
However if I ever met Matt Robison of Ottawa I'd have to turn away. You would too.
Don't believe me?
Okay...here's a picture of Matt.
That was at least how he looked last Saturday while setting a body piercing record. In the span of 14 hours he was pierced...about a thousand times...on purpose.
Really. He did it on purpose.
In Matt's defense he was going for a world record and fully intended to be pierced 1200 times so as to put the record out of reach of all the other folks clamoring for the title of the person with the most holes in his...body.
However, somewhere around piercing number 500 Matt realized something...getting pierced hundreds of times hurts. Matt decided then not to go for 1200 piercings...he was going to stop at 1016 - one more than the current piercing record. You've got to give him some credit for having that much common sense.
Until you find out that immediately after he broke the record...after he had been pierced about a thousand times...he decided something else...he decided to PULL THEM ALL OUT!
I'll give you a moment to scream.
Yes, it's true after subjecting himself to 14 hours of torture so he could set a world record for driving stakes into his skin, Matt opted to spend - I don't know how long - yanking them out.
And you know what he discovered?
That hurts too!
Matt says it was never his intention to keep the piercings...he only wanted to set the world record. If he kept the piercings after all people might think he was nuts.
Personally I think Matt could have gone for 1017 piercings...I don't think it would even hurt...I suspect he already has a hole in his head.
posted by Michael
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Your last lines so often make me laugh outloud or get teary or make me reflect. I chuckled outloud at this one...needed that today...thank you.
Oh, boy. I've got the heebie-jeebies now. I've been trying not to think about tomorrow, but you forced my hand! Tomorrow I go to my neurologist for an EMG, a nerve conduction study. The estimated number of needles they will poke into various and sundry muscles is 40. I really know how to have a good time, huh?
(Hi, Hope!!)
Katy, I'll say a prayer for you. I've had one of those EMG's, so I know how to pray. (It was not fun.)
~Lisa
Lisa--Thank you! I appreciate both your prayer and your frank assessment of the level of "fun" I can expect.
I'll keep getting more holes put in my ear until he lets me get a tattoo.
And I'll be praying for you today, Katy!
Oh wow. I am such a chicken. No piercings or tattoos for this chick!
Just thinking of all those... *shiver*
I took my youngest daughter, Lisa, to get her cartilage pierced about 18 months ago (give or take). Lisa is now 21, so I didn't have to take her, I just happened to be with her... shopping and all that. Being the spur-of-the-moment kind of girls that we are, I decided, what the heck, it'll be fun, and I picked out my earring too. I already had three holes in my left lobe and two in my right.
Then Lisa goes and spoils the fun because she actually read all the disclaimers and "rules" of getting cartilage pierced. "Mom, are you on any blood thinners?" This was while I was still pretty sick (which was one reason I was doing this... to feel "normal" and do something with my "baby"). Doggone it. No, I wasn't on blood thinners at the time, but I did still have a central line (an IV in my jugular that ended centimeters from my heart) and I wasn't all that far out from my most recent surgery and I did occasionally have to have a shot of Coumadin. The rules said you shouldn't get your cartilage pierced within six months of taking/receiving anticoagulants. So no piercings for Amy that day. But it was fun to be there for Lisa's.
Fast forward to November, 2005. It had been nearly a year since I had my last central line taken out and more than a year since I had taken anticoagulants. I was out for a girlie day with my favorite two 12-year-olds from church, Shelby & Hannah. We started at my house and did make-up (since they were starting to use it... and not doing a very good job at it), I "let" them organize my jewelry box and take a pair or two for themselves... then we headed to the mall for lunch, window shopping, trying on clothes and a manicure. And, being the spur-of-the-moment kind of girl that I am, I decided to go forward with the cartilage piercing. We made a big deal out of it... they were scared to death, and I was a little nervous myself since Lisa had told me it hurt like a big dog and she was uncomfortable sleeping on it. I asked the girls to each hold a hand... I held tight... the 16-year-old piercing "specialist" counted, one-two-[squeeze real hard]-three. The first words out of my mouth... "oh, that didn't hurt at all!"
Being the spur-of-the-moment kind of girls that we are, Shelby called her mom and asked if she could get it done. Of course, she said no. Plus, you have to be 13 at this particular store... or it may even be Texas law. Texas law dictates you can't use certain earrings to pierce cartilage, for pete's sake. Don't they have anything better to do than decide on 24k gold or 14k gold for cartilage piercing and how many Sudafeds Michael can take??? Anyway, the deed was done.
By the way, Michael, being the typical man, doesn't notice when I color my hair or cut my hair. He only notices if I have lipstick or nail polish on... both of which he hates. He prefers me looking green and near death rather than looking human and wearing makeup. Two days after I had it done, he says,l "what's that?" me: what's what? M: that big red bottle on your nightstand. Yes, he noticed the ear-care solution before he noticed that I had a new hole in my ear.
I don't know what prompted me to do it this time. I think it was Klondike's impending death. Being the typical woman, I spend money when I'm depressed. I spent a bunch of money at Sam's, mostly buying stuff for Michael's Lenten diet, but spending much more than I should have. Michael forgave quickly. Then I headed for the mall. I didn't spend a bunch of money there, although I bought a purple leather jewelry box (because I promise to get organized), and a purple leather wallet (because I promise to put my debit card back where it belongs) - both half price at "Things Remembered." I felt I was SAVING money by both getting them 1/2 off the clearance price AND by not getting them engraved. I'm such a good wife.
Then something pulled me upstairs to Claire's. I wanted a second cartilage piercing. The 12-year-old piercing "specialist" had to stand on a stool to do it because she was too short to see the purple dot she had placed just below my first earring. Didn't hurt. I left semi-happy. I had to go back a few days later to have it redone because she had missed the purple dot, despite having stood on the stool. The same girl did it again, but this time, I got off the stool and crouched down so she could see it. She nailed it. And it didn't hurt any more than the first two times.
It took Michael three days to notice this one. I wonder how long it'll take him to notice my nose piercing. ;-)
I love you, Mr. Main.
Love, Mrs. Main
PS: Yes, I have my own blog. But nobody reads it. So I post super-long comments here, which nobody reads either because 1) they're too long and 2) I usually don't get around to it until he's already written another two or three posts. And no, I didn't really get my nose pierced.
I wouldn't turn away from Matt. You know why? He's my son. As God's children we are not to turn away from anyone. Matt know's a lot about the Bible. He was a top Bible quizzer in his younger days with spending 8 years in Bible quizzing.
I can't really tell you why he did this. In his defense, he started on this months ago. He started on this project and saw it through to the end. His mom and I are proud of the fact he went through with it and was able to set a new record. Did we agree? No. He is our son and we love him and will always be there for him. Yes, we are excited for him.
Thanks.
Sam Robison
Ouch!
Now I've been pierced! Sam, thanks for writing...and setting me straight.
In His Grace,
Michael
i agree with sam...my family and I have know matt for awhile and when i was little i did go to church with him..he is a very nice person and i think its really crappy that u people can judge someone like that...how could u turn and run from someone you dont even know...how bout u get to no him b4 u judge him....id like to see ANY of u guys get 1,016 peircings in one sittin...he dident do it for money or fame he did it becaues he was up for a challenge....
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