21. Get a nose ring.
Ok, so here is the story. This is my pretty friend Jen:
Don’t let her cute innocence fool you. She can be evil. I love you still Jen. And, she will hate this picture of herself even though it’s a beautiful picture, because Jen just hates pictures of herself. But she’s so darn pretty and I love this photo.
I was speaking with Jen on Monday, my birthday, and was telling her that I had written a 30 things I wanted to do before I turned 30 list. She asked if I had put get a new tattoo down, and I said no, but I did put down that I wanted a nose ring. Her immediate response, with utter glee, was that I was going to be getting that done, today.
The reason I had never gotten a nose ring prior is, even after having a belly ring and an eyebrow ring (what was I thinking?), I was still afraid of the pain. Forgetting that I had my stomach cut open and a baby ripped out of it, and I lived through that, I was still afraid of a little needle through the nose. Of course I had envisioned this needle to be as big as a broom stick. And I always had that nagging little voice in the back of my head saying Jeez Patti, you’re too old damn it! So, that’s why it went on my 30 before 30 list, and I knew I was going to have to be pushed to do it.
Apparently, Jen was just the person! So I went to meet her for “coffee,” and she took me down to the local tattoo/body piercing shop to meet the lovely gentlemen that would stick a big ‘ole needle through my nose. While I was standing in the waiting room I just kept shaking my head as I envisioned blood squirting out of all of the holes in my head. Jen kept saying, it’s ok, you’re doing it. What are friends for, right?
Well, apparently I am a champ at getting pierced because I didn’t even flinch. It was nothing. Honestly. The pain lasts .05 seconds, and it hurt a heck of a lot less than those i.v.’s that I had gotten a couple of days prior (that’s another story, I’ll tell it next week). So, now Jen is my hero, because I love my nose piercing. And, I feel a little less old every time I look at it.
Erik was a total sport during it and played Angry Birds while I got it done. Thank you Apple.
So my nice piercer guy (what’s his title anyway?) Gregg, was very pleasant and made me feel very comfortable. He told me to just keep my eyes closed and I would be good. And I did. And I was.
And it’s done! Mr. Gregg wasn’t interested in having Jen take pictures while he was doing it, as the whole flash and piercing needles through people’s skin don’t mesh. I was squeezing my eyes together so hard that they started to water, but nice Mr. Gregg dried them for me. Aw.
And this is how it looks now, two days later:
Love it! My lights make me look tan! Yes! And sorry for the lack of a good photo, as the arms extended and having no idea what the picture looks like doesn’t always equate to taking a good photo. Which would be the case here.
I’ll figure out how to get my list up on the sidebar so I can actually mark stuff off. 
Happy Wednesday, people!
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