Some call it Thirty. I call it Twentyten. Why? Because I don't feel any different. I still feel like a twentysomething. I guess that's the trick about aging. It's so gradual you can't point to one day and say, "Yep, that's when I got old." Yet there's something significant about turning the page on another decade. Here's a few things that come to mind:
1) I can run for US Senate. I don't know about the rest of you but that sounds like a great way to spend the next 6+ years. Watch out Boxer.
2) I can wear loafers without being laughed at. (hopefully)
3) I can fix my own appliances. OK, maybe this isn't age dependant, but I never worked on my own appliances until I turned 30. So far I've been incredibly successful, already fixing our dryer that broke last week.
4) I can talk about the good old days. Like when vending machines sold 12oz cans of soda, bicycle helmets were optional, Mario Brothers was cool, gas was under a buck a gallon, and cell phones were the size of car batteries. OK, not everything about the old days was better.
Philosophy aside, my birthday was indeed one to remember. I was surrounded by many of my closest friends and reminded how blessed I am to have them in my life. My brother came into town just for the event. The love of my life planned the most amazing party, down to the last detail. It was a 3 course progressive dinner. The main dish was upper crust take out. Yummy. There was a quite amusing white elephant exchange and another fun Tim trivia game. I love games! Debra even looked into an RV to transport everyone during the progressive dinner. It didn't work out but how cool is that? She's the best.
The rest of the day was pretty cool too. Debra made me breakfast and she let me do whatever I want, even wear my blue cords that she can't stand!
