I turn 30 today.
Yep, I'm no longer a twenty something person. I'm a thirty something person.
If someone were to say, "About how old did she look?" They would respond, "Oh she's in her thirties." I'll have to make sure not to break the law and have them describe me on television as so my real age doesn't get revealed.
I was in Wal-Mart this past weekend. It's the place where I choose to spend my Saturday mornings. Good times.
Amongst my food and toiletries, were some travel sized shampoo/ conditioner and a travel sized baby lotion. The checkout girl said, "You going on a trip?" I was tweeting at the time about the loud mouth in aisle 4. I look at her completely confused, wondering if perhaps I know this girl and thinking I should be tweeting about her.
Then it hits me, she was scanning my travel sized items, "Ohh, yep. I turn 30 on Thursday, so the hubby and I are taking a trip." It was then I realized I had just divulged too much info to a chick that might be 19, but I continue talking, "Kind of nervous about being 30."
Because of her many years of wisdom behind her she says, "Well, at least you aren't 40."
To that I spat, "No at least I'm not 20."
She looks at me like a deer in headlights, "Why is that?" She asks needing validation for her baby of an age.
"Because life is more fulfilling at 30. I have a husband, a house, family and children that I love dearly. I didn't have that when I was 20. I mean, college was a blast, buuut, it was just college."
"Oh well, I don't party." Implying that to have a blast in college, you must be a partier?
"I didn't either, but college was still a hoot... I had great friends."
"Most people don't say they are happy to have kids."
"Well, I'm not most people, I guess."
She hands me my way too long receipt and wishes me a happy birthday.