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!
I still have a few more years until I'm 30. Which is good, considering I think I was around 21 when I started posting.
In my head, everyone here is 28 until I find out otherwise.
Why 28, of all ages?
I don't really care about my birthday (even though we get two dates for celebrating it, the Hebrew and the general one, and some people celebrate for the whole period between the two, even if it is a month, and sometimes it is). I guess it's tied up to how I don't really realize the whole age thing.
For me, the - in the lack of a better word - place in life, where the person is, has more meaning than how many orbits the earth has made around the sun since the first cry that person made. It may be what Jessica described upthread, in a way.
Friends' birthdays, for me, are simply a good excuse to tell them how much I love them and want all the best for them, without being considered too mushy.
[Edit: shrift! I'm a horrid skipper, but - are you all moved and settled and comfortable in your new place?]
