I'm 30 today. Yep, the big 3-0 finally reared it's ugly and misshapen head. What that mostly means is that I've found a hot-bed of gray hair on the underside of my part. and that makes me pretty upset...
Actually, turning another year older is incredibly anti-climactic these days. Everyone says that 30 is the new 20, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't this awesome when I was 20. Not even at 25. I'm basically reaching the peak of my life right now. I'm on my way to the 30-something era of my life and I'm fairly certain I'm gonna rock the next decade. (my mom told me so)
Let's just take a short look back at how awesome my life has been:
Me *eating* my birthday cake, circa 1983. I'm so committed!
mmmmmmmmm......me rocking a perm, circa 1989. I'm so rad!
Me bringing back the coke bottle glasses, circa 1993. I'm so classic!
Me working the funky, disco, jive at Classic Skating, circa 1995. I'm so retro!
Me playing for adoring fans in Cali, circa 1998. I'm so fresh!
Me spreading the good word in Italy, circa 2002. I'm so buff!
Me snagging the greatest (and hottest) guy at BYU, circa 2004. I'm so smart!
Me living in London with said great (and hot) guy, circa 2006! I'm so adventurous!
Me with two kids, circa 2010. I'M SO CRAZY!!
here's to another 30 EPIC years!
