I have mixed feelings about turning the big 3-0. There are moments where I feel a sense of my own power as a woman - I feel like I have come into my adulthood. There are other times, though, where I mourn the end of a relatively pleasant decade - I have long since lost the chance to be a teenage mother. I have reached an age where I can no longer sell my eggs for cash (why didn't I DO that? You can make, like, $3000 a shot!) as they are apparently too old of specimens. I can no longer play dumb, using the excuse that "I am the new kid on the block so don't put any responsibility on me because I only moved out of my parents house a few years ago." Ah, the good old days when if you wanted to get rid of someone you were dating you could take the chicken poo way out and just stop talking to them...ok, so this statement doesn't apply to me, per se, but you get it (especially those of you who know the story)...where does the time go?
My time this weekend was spent with a few friends who are dear to me and made it an extra special birthday. Laura put together a party for me and it was exactly what I wanted. Tiaras, jewels, pink feather boas, nail polish, the movie "13 Going On 30", cheesecake, and a sleepover were all involved. I couldn't ask for a better group of friends who made it special and just what I asked for.
I have mixed feelings about turning the big 3-0. There are moments where I feel a sense of my own power as a woman - I feel like I have come into my adulthood. There are other times, though, where I mourn the end of a relatively pleasant decade - I have long since lost the chance to be a teenage mother. I have reached an age where I can no longer sell my eggs for cash (why didn't I DO that? You can make, like, $3000 a shot!) as they are apparently too old of specimens. I can no longer play dumb, using the excuse that "I am the new kid on the block so don't put any responsibility on me because I only moved out of my parents house a few years ago." Ah, the good old days when if you wanted to get rid of someone you were dating you could take the chicken poo way out and just stop talking to them...ok, so this statement doesn't apply to me, per se, but you get it (especially those of you who know the story)...where does the time go?
5 comments:
I wish I were there! That looks fun. What a beautiful 30 you make! They should accept your eggs.
You're a babe! (And by saying you are a babe, I also mean I am a babe). Looks like fun, and I'm glad that you have friends who took you out and showed you a good time! Love you!
I'm so glad you had a great day! (and I think that is a little strange about the eggs...)
Happy Birthday!!! I had no idea our birthdays were that close... mine's the 17.
Happy Birthday...a lot late. I have a little bit (as in months) left to go but I'm trying to prepare myself for the big 3-0.
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