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Easy steps to a magical life

My sister Tobie found a nose the other day while she was hanging around.  Now don’t go all “Dexter”

on me and call the FBI to apprehend those in my household ~ this was a Polar Bear nose.  Of the Stuffenad Animaleus genus.  I made a display at work that was meant to encourage volunteerism; stuff like joining Habitat for Humanity, or World Wildlife Fund, or the Nature Conservancy.  That kind of thing.  We have all kinds of books on volunteer vacations and I thought it would make a good display, so up went all the endangered toys: leopards, wolves, and polar bears.  I put up a few super heroes and tried to imply that you would gain massive mystical abilities by serving your community.  I’m pretty sure no one was fooled by this chicanery.  While preparing at home for the display, the nose popped off the polar bear, so I just had the mamma bear cleaning the baby bear at work, and no one was the wiser.

Except my sister, when she found what she thought was a random dog nose laying around the house.  Now I know there are people in the world who would just say to themselves, “dang it, my kid broke another toy” or “ackk, the vacuum will NOT like THIS”.  And yes, these things are logical responses.

But having a life full of wonder involves re-thinking your typical responses.  Yes I can just pick up the nose and throw it away, or put it and the broken bear in a bag to give to a charity, or set it aside to mend.  But life is so much more magical when I take a moment to reflect, and look at the nose on the carpet and ask myself:  what kind of boogers would come out of a carpet’s nose?




Do boogers have nutritional value?

The why:

Some time ago I was driving to work, or home from work, I can’t recall – and I saw an older gentleman walking along the street.  A senior citizen.  I don’t know his state of mind, or whether or not he was suffering from dementia, Alzheimer’s, or starvation, but he stuck his finger far up into the cavities of his nose hole, and proceeded to eat his findings. 

I know that children do this, go digging for treasure in the nostrils, and then munch away.  But I didn’t realize people do this when they get old as well.

So is it just a fun, weird thing, that your body produces these little bite-sized raisins that are obviously too tempting to resist (unless you are a functioning rational person in polite society who realizes there are cameras watching you on every street)?  Or is there nutritional value in a nose chew?  Not that I’m embarking on eating my body’s waste products, but hey, if I’m stuck in a cave in the dead of winter with no food, it’s probably better than chewing my arm off.