i made it

I've been counting down the days to my 30th birthday and it has finally arrived. It was touch and go there for a few weeks, what with the 5 days my husband's co-worker stayed with us for the furniture market followed up by 7 straight days with my aunt and grandma visiting and topped off with another two days of more family visits. Oh yeah, throw in a few visits from my mom and my in-laws and their dogs for good measure and that makes for a pretty stressful month. All in all, it was nice visiting with everyone though and I'm certainly stronger for it :)

The threat of turning thirty hit me pretty hard this month. I'm a little sad about ending my twenties. I feel like it's saying good-bye to a piece of life that I'll never get back. This anxiety has given way to some great conversations though. So, in an effort to put my best foot forward, I'm going to compile a list of 30 tidbits from my twenties for which I am grateful. But, first I must go get a massage. I've got to milk this birthday for all it's worth.

life of freddie

I enjoy watching Life of Ryan and other MTV reality shows. (This is further proof that I am not yet ready to be 30.)

Yesterday, I was catching up on DVR and admiring the scenery.

I asked Freddie, "Do you think Ryan Sheckler works out too, or he's just so cut from skateboarding?"

Freddie said, "Doesn't he surf? That will make you ripped. But, he probably works out too. Plus, believe me, it's a lot easier to tone up like that when you're young."

I told him, "I feel kind of guilty when I think he's hot because he's so young. I think he's 18."

He assured me, "That's okay. There are plenty of 18 year old girls I think are hot."

Think I should be concerned? :)

old lady, old lady, old lady

I'm getting old. On May 27th, I'll be turning thirty. 3. 0.

I can remember when my mom turned thirty. So weird.

I don't actually think thirty is old. I know thirty is the new twenty and all that. I have plenty of young friends who are thirty and considerably older. It's just that I don't want to be thirty.

You see, once your thirty, you can never be twenty again. Profound, huh?

If I must turn thirty though, I plan to do it in style. A big party will be organized and my birthday list includes a trip and other assorted cash and prizes. and maybe a baby. We'll see.

it works if you work it

On Sunday, I was running late for church. My shirt color insisted on spreading wide across my chest, a la John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever and it was driving me crazy. I could have ironed it, but that would require setting up the ironing board, and oh yeah, I melted our carpet with it, so I'd also run the risk of melting carpet goo all over my shirt-and like I said, as usual, I was running late.

Coincidentally, I was trying to mix it up by straightening my curly hair, so I improvised. You know what, the straightening iron works pretty well for clothes too!