This girl – that’s right, THIS girl (see photo above)– is about to be thirty freaking years old.
Well, twenty-nine, but I can see youth in my rear view waving at me, wearing a two-piece and a pair of big, Paris Hilton shades, carrying around a coffee from Starbucks and a twenty dollar bill. No worries, no responsibilities. Youth is carefree and capricious. Youth goes out on Friday
night and comes home Monday morning. Youth sleeps in makeup and spends $98 on a pair of jeans.
Well, twenty-nine, but I can see youth in my rear view waving at me, wearing a two-piece and a pair of big, Paris Hilton shades, carrying around a coffee from Starbucks and a twenty dollar bill. No worries, no responsibilities. Youth is carefree and capricious. Youth goes out on Friday
night and comes home Monday morning. Youth sleeps in makeup and spends $98 on a pair of jeans.
Youth has a waistline.
I’m really going to miss that bitch.
But (and let’s face it, it is ME, after all), if I’m going out, I’m going out with a big, fat bang. So, to commemorate my big 2-9 and the 365 days prior to my turning 30, I have compiled a list of the thirty things I want to do before I’m 30: my THIRTY BEFORE THIRTY. One year to complete thirty adventures: some small and silly, some big and outrageous, but every single one of them is a piece of me and a goal I can check off of my life list. Some will require the assistance of the people I love the very, very most in this life (and, duh, that’s kind of the point). Some are solitary undertakings (again,
kind of the point). All of them will be thoroughly blogged, illustrated and videoed.... Okay, well maybe not videoed, but so far Santa is deaf to my pleas for a flip camcorder so it’s not really my fault. If he comes through for me between now and March of 2013, I won’t have to tell you. You’ll see it. I’ll tape every damn thing. No sooner, no later.
I’m really going to miss that bitch.
But (and let’s face it, it is ME, after all), if I’m going out, I’m going out with a big, fat bang. So, to commemorate my big 2-9 and the 365 days prior to my turning 30, I have compiled a list of the thirty things I want to do before I’m 30: my THIRTY BEFORE THIRTY. One year to complete thirty adventures: some small and silly, some big and outrageous, but every single one of them is a piece of me and a goal I can check off of my life list. Some will require the assistance of the people I love the very, very most in this life (and, duh, that’s kind of the point). Some are solitary undertakings (again,
kind of the point). All of them will be thoroughly blogged, illustrated and videoed.... Okay, well maybe not videoed, but so far Santa is deaf to my pleas for a flip camcorder so it’s not really my fault. If he comes through for me between now and March of 2013, I won’t have to tell you. You’ll see it. I’ll tape every damn thing. No sooner, no later.
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