Pickin your nose

Dori here,
I realize it has been a good while since the last little blogger blog blog. Many excuses come to mind such as: "I've been busy." "My life has taken a turn in another direction." "My computer has been out of order." "I suffered a TBI secondary to not taking my profs advice and forking out the doe for a new helmet (as he put it: $50 or a TBI) as mine has superficial cracks from falling on the ground...and then having the bike land on it."
As you can see, none of these warrent or are even true enough for me to pass the buck on my absence from days with dori land.
So, what has been happening in my wee little brain recently, well aside from not suffering a TBI, i have learned a lot, added to what's already there, and made a few new discoveries about myself. One of the new things that I was thinking upon previous to employing my fingers for the current task of typing, was the age old question, which is 'Do you pick your nose?' Granted, one might not hear this question in the spoken form often, but that by no means is an indication that it is not lingering in the back of someone's mind. Oh no, we all wonder who does it. Who are the true nose pickers out there. At times it is not a hidden fact. We've all peeked in the window of the next driver over at a stop light to catch them in the act. Then there's the guy shuffling along in Wal-mart or standing mulling over which movie to pick out that unconsciously and unashamedly points finger and inserts into nostril in broad daylight.
I am not judging mind you. To each his own. I find it down right hilarious to see a kid digging away only to have mom reach over and hit his/her hand away only to reinsert the moment she goes about her business. Which brings me to the next key point of nose picking. What to do with the gold nugget once it's out of the treasure chest? Whew, this is a hard one cover. Reason says to some put it back in another orifice as quick as possible. To these booger eaters I have one thing to say...noooooo don't do it, oohh aahhh...too far away slow motion kicking in with hand raising and...(grimace, half-turn away, but still watching like a bad car wreck)...too late. Of those folk I am not a fan, though I do understand their reasoning. It is a challenge to find a tasteful (no pun intended) and descrete way of disposing of the aforementioned booger. When one flick of the finger doesn't do the trick, or the second or third, drastic times call for drastic measures. I have encountered the super sticker. You know this kind, it will not budge, it's like a bad mime trick only this time it's real; the goo transfers finger to finger to thumb to finger as you try to flick and whip and finger nail it off of there. No such luck. Each individual has their patented next more whether it is the most hygenic kleenex grab, the stretch and wipe on some upholstered object, or the flagrant transfer to personal clothing because by now the energy is gone to cover up the done deed.
Ah yes, it's sad but true. We've all been there, some more recently than others. Some more admittently than others.
Hello, my name is Dori. I am a night picker. My last pick was about 20 minutes ago.
:)