Last night my dad took the kids and I to a basketball game. While sitting in the bleachers, I was overtaken with memories. Memories from being a small child, as well as memories from being in high school myself. When I looked across the room I saw many familiar faces, many of these faces I have seen through out my life. There were four men sitting together, they had all been teachers at Williston High School together, now they are retired. These men sat there together and smiled, they didn't say much to each other, but they didn't have too. They have known one another their whole lives. They have an incredible bond. I couldn't help but find it cool they still wanted to sit together. I thought about all the life changes they had experienced with each other. Like, being on each other's basketball team, coaching others together, attending each others weddings, welcoming children in to the world, watching their children grow up, and welcoming their grandchildren into this world. It made me happy. I also envisioned all of the faces I used to see in that gym. My old friends. I miss my old friends, dearly. Most of the people I grew up with live in various parts of the country. Many of them live in other parts of North Dakota, but I don't see them anymore. I value my relationships with my childhood friends. I see them now (on the social network sites) with their babies, in a sense-- we are all together, because of this social network site. We see the announcements (status updates) such as, "Hey! I just said yes to the man of my dreams!" "Okay, I can finally tell the world that I am going to be a mommy and/ or daddy!" "I am proud to announce the arrival of little baby Jack" "Jack turned one-year-old today!" We get to experience these mile stones with the people we grew up together with, and for that I am appreciative for social networking sites. Even if I haven't seen an old friend for quite some time, I still feel like I am part of his or life, because I can keep in touch through these sites. I also think these sites make time fly by. It seems that I say, "Happy Birthday!" to someone through Facebook, and then it doesn't feel like any time has passed, and I am saying "Happy Birthday!" to the same person again. It is a funny thing, that Facebook, but I think it is brillant, unless of course you are a 15-year-old.
I got my nose pierced the other day. Random, yes. I like it. It hurt, though. I was in no way prepared for such agony. Now, I am dramatic, but this was painful, more painful than anything I had ever experienced. I wanted my nose pierced ever since I can remember. I love little diamond studs. So on Thursday, I thought, hell I am 30--If I still want one---what the hell.? I told myself I would call a salon and try to get an appointment, if there was an opening (that same day) then it would be a sign and it was meant to be--and what do you know? The lady had an appointment that day. So, I go to this place and I checked in with the receptionist who announced to everyone getting their hair colored that I was going to get my nose pierced. An older lady rolled her eyes! Anyways, I waited for my turn and the lady who was going to pierce my nose came over to me and said it would be a couple of minutes, she needed to finish foiling her client's hair and when the hair of her client was processing she would peirce my nose. I waited my turn. When the hair dresser/nose piercer finished putting aluminum foil in the "eye roller" lady's hair, she announced that she was going to run across the street to get something to drink. I thought, she forgot about me, this is a sign---- I should get out here-- fast. Then she turned around and saw me sitting there and remembered that she was suppose to pierce my nose. She said, "Oh, yeah, I have to pierce a nose first." You can imagine how this made me feel. Anyways, she took me back into a tiny room and asked," Now where is the sterilized equipment?" I think my eyes bugged out at that point. She found what she was looking for; and before I could say another word, or get another thought in, she had put a clamp in my nostril (somehow, I still don't know what that was all about) and BAM! she had stabbed me. Slowly the room went black-- I don't think I was out for long. The next thing I knew I was holding a bloody tissue and I was trying to pay for my new accessory --with women with tin-foil in their hair watching me, I wrote a check--- re-wrote a check---and then re-wrote a check again, I got out of the place. Long story short--my nose is pierced. I am really "finding" myself at age 30. My dad is not thrilled....I told him over the phone, he said, "Well don't be surprised if I gag every time I look at you.
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