'Young for this board' used to be a whole lot younger.

But now we have way more babies and toddlers. Who, on top or raising the cuteness level, bring down the age average considerably.

Now I imagine all the actuaries sitting with big rolls of paper and calculators and trying to balance things out: "SA graduated from college? Already? Wow, OK, JZ has to give birth on Halloween, then. Oh, and Gud's daughter is no longer a toddler, but an actual full girl? Hmm, could you take Holli back to highschool for a couple of years? No? So at least keep Raq abroad so that Mal, with the whole different timezones things, may balance ages out in a bit more complicated way. Oh, and we need a way to factor 17 in, because, well, 17".

I was just thinking that, Theo... Remember when Holli was just a wee bairn?

Also, I don't really remember turning 30, although it wasn't THAT long ago.

Sophia, I'm a skipper - are you all better?

Well, I am walking and the swelling is down, but there is still some redness on my ankle. My boss, an NP, feels that I should get seen by my doctor tomorrow if the redness isn't gone (because that will have been 8 days of major antibiotics). Everywhere else is looking good and I am just plague by the itch of healing.

I am also currently stressing because I am afraid that I will not be able to adopt another cat because of this. You have to list your previous pets, etc and I am not sure that this will go over well...

I went to a rescue place this weekend just to window shop, and there were currently plenty of calm, older cats, which I think is what I need after this.

My 30th BD featured a surprise party thrown for me by people in the FAC, who went to great lengths to invite my non-FAC friends and my family, AND to get my ex (who had recently moved 2 hours away) to come to the party.

It was the only surprise party I've ever had, and despite the fact that I'm no longer in the FAC -- and *happy* that I'm no longer in the FAC -- I felt really loved.

And I totally dig my 30s. Love love love. My 20s were mostly lame, and the overwhelming afterimage left by that decade is how I felt really out of step with everyone else my age, because I just wan't interested in the things I was "supposed" to be interested in (i.e., boozing it up at the face-time bars every weekend, fucking boys who -- despite their "adult" jobs -- think they're still in a fraternity, finding a husband who will give me that 2-carat diamond I've always dreamed of).

My 30s are SO much better b/c it finally doesn't matter to me that I don't want any of that crap. No bars, no frat boys, no 2-carat diamond. I always read in magazines that your 20s are for finding out who you are, but my 20s were for trying to be who I thought I should be. My 30s, it seems, have been for finding out who I am. I always was a late bloomer.

And, if I didn't mention, I'll be 35 in **18** days! Plan accordingly.

Sophia, sometimes vet offices are a good place to look for pets.

Last night's Grey's Anatomy was the second rerun in a row that I hadn't seen. And I thought I hadn't missed any this season.

It's good to read that things are at least moving along in the right direction, Sophia, and that your boss is understanding.

plenty of calm, older cats, which I think is what I need after this.

Good luck with that, too.

Teppy, it's funny - I remember your 30th birthday, because one of the first e-mails I dared send a Buffista ever was the "happy birthday" e-card I sent you.

And I totally dig my 30s. Love love love. My 20s were mostly lame, and the overwhelming afterimage left by that decade is how I felt really out of step with everyone else my age,

My sister was angsting about turning 26 recently and feeling like she hadn't done anything with her life, yadda yadda, and I said to her "all I can tell you is my late twenties kicked the ass of my early twenties, and my thirties (so far) are kicking the ass out of my late twenties." As I saw later from some lj posts, it was exactly what she needed to hear (and had the added bonus of being true).

Oooh, as long as we're talking reruns, let me mention that a particularly outstanding Without A Trace is airing this Thursday night (10 PM EST), where the entire story is from the POV of the parents of the missing child, so that you get to see what the story looks like from the "outside."

Oh, and we need a way to factor 17 in, because, well, 17".

Nilly! They've discovered a new penguin species. Well, they knew they were there before, but now they're a whole new species. Which is lovely, because penguins, but it means that the total number of penguin species has risen from 17 to 18. We can blame the French. (I'm sure the Old School penguins still support you in email, though.)