30 days to 30 years

Surprise surprise im still a young'n



will you think badly of me in the morning?

oh yeah


i got my shirt... .





now I am officially a punk kid..

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Hey! I'm 45 and I dress like that.

Ahh well. I've always been a late bloomer. I guess I need to hit the store for some mom jeans and a novelty 4th of July shirt....

<Flipping wolfgirl making me feel all ancient>

<grumble>

ohhh...

you are anything but ancient.

Yeah, sure, right.

Humor the old bat and maybe she'll let you borrow her Still Little Fingers t-shirt.

I know your type.

you got sex pistols to go with that?










i promise not to call you a bat...

Oh, fer crissake! It's THIRTY, not 65!

Sure, you're one year closer to death, but that's basically all any birthday means until you REALLY get up there and have to stare Death in the face each passing day.

Well, and 21 because then you're legal...

Wait - youre supposed to stop doing all that stuff at 30?

Ack. I'm 34... I never knew... I dont wanna...

The other day Mo was playing with a gang of girls on our street. I was trying to find out a bit about them as they are not his regular playmates.

"I have a brother who is 10" say one.

"I have a brother who is 4" says another.

"I have a brother who is 50" says I.

They all got very quiet and then one asked, in all sincerity "Is he dead yet?"

"Oh no" says I "he's very much still alive".

Then I came inside, laughed my ass off and e-mailed my brother.

This happened to me few years ago when I hit 25 and suddenly you feel old (I know but at 25, being 30 is like AH!). And I was sitting in the court at the mall and some teens were talking... "Yeah, my brother and his friend... blah blah blah....they are SO old...they're like 25!"

I was like "WHAT?!?!?!"

The one that got my husband happened when he was 36.

He took out-of-town clients to the country/western bar they requested. They all asked girls to dance (hubby was raised in West Texas and is quite good at Western Swing, etc., loves to dance.) As he was walking one girl back to her seat before he rejoined his clients, he casually asked her age. She told him she was 18.

He freaked out. He told me later, "What was I thinking?! I was TWICE her age! I bet she was wondering why some old man was asking her to dance! How embarrassing!!! I will NEVER do that again!"

(Did I assure him that 36 wasn't old? What do you think?)

I guess it is typical for people to feel as if their life belongs under a microscope when they turn 30.
That life has to take a serious change, or the ever popular " my life is over"

Quite frankly, I dont feel a thing about being 30.
It is just another birthday to me.

it is the end of the 20's. But 10 years in your 20's is too much. ( i forget who said that, but I like it. )

Im looking forward to my sexual peak for one, and the pretty crown of grey hairs that is starting at my temples to get a bit bigger.

I love dark haired women with grey streaks.


I guess, it is the whole.. Miss to Madam thing that I am liking..

though, at times , I do wanna yank some 20 year old boy by the peach fuzz and make him look at me, just to feel attractive to the next generation..
but beyond that.. poop on em. ;-)

Im liking this Madam stuff..

Tomorrow I am doing #2

we are going to a big garage sale in the morning so I am going to look for a used fishing pole.
Tomorrow evening, im off to some puddle of mud to throw my pole into while i sit out side and stare at the trees.

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3-
Take a walk in the green belt with my camera and kiddos. ( Bean and Buppy)

4-Stick out my tongue to some random person, and run away giggling.

5- For 24 hours, not give a real flying **** what anyone thinks about me. This will include dressing to attract attention.. wether negative or positive.

6-Spend 4 uninterrupted hours on the phone with my friend

7- Get a massage

( will fill in more as I think of things to do. )

One task a day
30 tasks

I'd never heard that before, but I agree. Ten years in one's 20s is definitely too much.

The 30s are MUCH better, shewolf. Just you wait and see!

Well, not to put a downer on things, but they've sucked for me so far...

My mid-20s tho, those were great! <nods> Being 29 was cool too.

29 hit me like a freight truck... Suddenly I went on a diet, started exercising. I lost 30 pounds.

Freaked T out something fierce.


I'm in the process of doing it again at 36, but in a calmer manner.

I scoffed at 30. 33 nearly killed me. I have no idea why.

When I was a kid, my mother was a bit frantic one day, bundled us kids in th car, and rushed over to my aunt's house. She was crying VERY uncharacteristically and uncontrollably.

Crisis: Her 30th birthday.

Ah, but, in retrospect, 30 is a magical, wonderful age. It's the one I would choose for purposes of immortality. I didn't suffer too much over birthdays until number forty, anyway.