Turning 30

I turned 30 a week or so ago.

30

I mean...30!

Like, with a 3.

So weird.

I said it for the first time a few days before my birthday.  I said boldly and with confidence, "I am 30 years old."  And then I felt really strange.  I always get odd looks from people too, like they really don't believe me.  I mean, I'll take it.  They can think I am still in my 20s all they want.  I won't put up too much of a fight.

I planned all sorts of things and stewed over big huge parties and going on trips with friends to other states.  I planned and re-planned all kinds of things.  And then in the end it turned out to be somewhat anti-climatic.  Not that I didn't enjoy myself, I did.  But you know, there was no big hurrah. The night before I went out to eat with my girls Alex and Bre.  We ate delicious brisket (or at least I did) and sat and chatted about life and boys and whatnot.

On my actual birthday I went to work where my cubical was decorated very elaborately, and breakfast was provided.  My plan after work was to just run some errands.  But then, unexpectedly, I ended up going out to eat with a friend that has been my new workout buddy lately.  He said he didn't want me to eat alone on my birthday.  He came over afterwards and hung out with myself and Bre (she was staying at my place for a few nights while she was in manager training nearby).  He came over because I wanted to show off my new birthday present that I bought myself.

It is this thingy that projects the sky (stars, constellations, auroras) onto my ceiling.  It sounds sort of lame when you say it, but really, it's pretty much the coolest thing when you see it in person.  I discovered it when a family I babysit for was showing me theirs, and I was sold.  It is really so so cool.  Come over.  I'll show you.  I'll make you want one too.  :)

From there the evening got interesting.  Very interesting.  That is a story for another time though (and probably not on my blog).

And that was really all I did on my actual birthday.  A few days after that I had some girls over for a craft/Pinterest party.  We made some string art, which I don't have a handy picture of, but turned out really good.  There was food, cupcakes, lots of banging of nails into wood, and more talking about life and boys and whatnot.

And there you have it.  I am 30.  Weird.