Thursday, November 15, 2012


As of Sunday, I officially became a thirtysomething.

Typing that is so strange. I don't look thirty, nor do I act my age. But, according to my parental units, I came into this world with a wild head of hair at 9:13a on the eleventh of November. I wanted to do something fantastic, seeing as this was the big 3-0 [one of the few birth milestones is worth celebrating, until Medicare kicks in, ha]. Unfortunately, with gas rationing going on, not to mention playing catch-up from the storm, a lot of my friends were unable to attend. So, I decided on something lighthearted + fun: bowling!

Now, I am probably the worst bowler to walk the planet [I took a bowling class in college + barely improved], but who said you had to be an expert to enjoy yourself? A dozen of my friends joined me to help "bowl my way into my thirties." I actually waiting for the ball to return when it turned midnight + they announced the birthdays on the loudspeaker, so I really did bowl out of my twenties into my thirties, which was fun. We headed out a little after midnight - my friend Irene + I had taken two state teaching exams that day + were exhausted, along with the rest of our party. When I walked in the door once we got home, Erich had surprised me with birthday flowers.

The next evening, we headed over to my Aunt Debbie's house to celebrate not only my birthday, but my Aunt Kathi's birthday, as hers is two days before mine. This is the first time since I was a small child that I got to spend my birthday with [most of] my mom's side of the family + it was awesome. It was honestly the best present I received. Spending time with loved ones I don't often see, eating delicious food, + getting cake in my face [courtesy of my cousin Marie, who I attacked with icing as soon as I could see] was a blast. On the ride home, I kept telling Erich that this was one of the best birthdays I could remember. 

I couldn't wait to say goodbye to twenty-nine. It was a really rough time for me. I lost my job, my cousin, my aunt + pieces of my home in the storm. I welcomed thirty with open arms. I closed the chapter that was my twenties + turned the page to begin writing my thirties. An old friend texted me, with something that made me smile - "Welcome to the best decade of your life."

I'm just beginning to get my feet wet with thirty, but I'm ready to start splashing around.


  1. Happy Birthday! Yes, our thirties are the best decade -- we're young enough to do anything and old enough not to be stupid. (Our twenties are usually filled with dumb experiments.) Enjoy!

  2. Love that: "the best decade of your life" I need to remember that as I am in the thick of thirty!

  3. Happy Birthday! People keep telling me that the 30s are the best decade too...they best not be lying to us!!!

  4. new[est] follower. loving your blog. can't wait to keep following along! happy birthday!

    stop by sometime!

  5. I really do hope your 30s are better than your 20s were but you made some cool friends in your 20s :)

  6. Found your blog from The Sapphire Bee!