Sing me a song

Today is my birthday!

The physiological clock of any given female member in my family was programmed generations ago to stop tabulating once we reached the tender age of 30. What this means is that my sister, who is 10 years older than me, is 30. My mother (who looks marvelous I might add), is also 30. My Grandmother? Yeah, she’s 30 too. We’re ALL 30, feeling marvelous and loving every minute of it!

After a while, you eventually just forget how old you are chronologically and successfully trick your mind and body into accepting the age of 30, as fact.

I had to stop and do a little calculating the other day to remember my correct chronological age: …2004…minus 1965…carry the one, subtract that year I got divorced, …you’re smart enough to do the math. I am, …you guessed it. 30. My oh my how time flies!

There are advantages when everyone’s next birthday is always their 30th. You can buy one candle in the shape of the number 30, and reuse it each year to top every one’s birthday cake. Save a fortune by reusing birthday decorations and cards that say,.. “Today is your 30th birthday!” Recycle a birthday card and share it amongst yourselves.

Some people giggle at us and call us crazy. Others say we are are in denial, or fighting the natural process of life, ashamed of our age and refusing to age gracefully.

I say, .. lighten up, we’re only playing! It makes us laugh and we like that around here.

I’ll be happy to tell you my chronological age if you really want to know. I’m 39 Today! I have a wonderful family that keeps me on my toes, great friends, assorted animals to bond with, a comfortable job and good health. I feel like I’m somewhere in my twenties minus the class load and frat parties.

I consider myself very blessed, on this day….as every day.
Happy 30th birthday to me!