My theory on turning 30 is that it's almost guaranteed to be better than 29 was.
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
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I'm having a hard time believing that my little baby Leif is going to be four in a few days.
Amazing.
My 20's were good. 30's were ok (considering I'm halfway through). I think I'm going to really enjoy my 40's.
One thing about this board, is that I SUCK at guessing people's ages from their posts.
Mmm. I missed a call on my cell phone from Miami, FL. I don't know anyone in Miami. And the voicemail was in Spanish. I don't speak Spanish. This is following up a few weeks ago when I got several repeat phone calls on my cell from a Spanish speaking woman who KEPT CALLING BACK, even though I answered and told her repeatedly, "No abla Espanol." *sigh*
31? Depressing as shit. No idea why.
That happened to me, too! Thirty was an awesome dinner with the boyfriend, going to a piano bar afterward and then to a Sevillana bar to watch the dancing. Thirty-one? I don't even remember. Didn't want it to happen and refused to acknowledge it. I just know it made my grumpy.
Didn't want it to happen and refused to acknowledge it. I just know it made my grumpy.
Yup yup yup. Like Steph, I am a total birthday whore. I love my birthday. Last year, I had to be FORCED to celebrate it. Totally out of character for me.
My birthdays are usually low key affairs. Just dinner out and maybe a movie or something, being the loner I am.
My thirties are way better than my twenties for a variety of reasons. I was glad to turn 30 because after that no one can say "are 29 again?" or some such variation of that.
I'll be 33 in 11 days. !!!!! I'm a little freaked out about this but I'm not sure why.
Turning 30 was kind of a blur -- we were out in Wyoming and faced with moving back east unexpectedly, and Ben was only two months old. I think I mostly packed that day.
Next year is 40, and I'm excited about it. I feel like my forties are going to be a lot better than my thirties.
Like Steph, I am a total birthday whore.
I am, too, although they rarely live up to my unreasonable expectations of National Holiday! and I got a pony! and Presents and Cake and Happiness All! Day! Long!
One thing about this board, is that I SUCK at guessing people's ages from their posts.
In my head, everyone here is 28 until I find out otherwise.
My father usually ruins mine talking about his death. I shit you not. Because he was...21? when I was born and every year I get older reminds how far he is from that, and apparently? Not much else. That's fricking festive!