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I had the following conversation before my softball game last night:

“So was that your son at the game last week?”

“Yeah, that was my son”

“Cool! Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”

In my head:

Well I’m 29, but I turn 30 in a week? Nah, that’s too long and desperate sounding. I’m 29? Truthful, but seeing as I turn 30 in a week do I really want to desperately hold on to my 20s? Maybe I should just get it over with and say I’m 30. 30 is such a big number.

“I’m 30” (with a sigh)

“No kidding? You definitely don’t look it.”

So apparently I don’t look like I’m 30. Yay?

14 Responses to “"I’m 30"”

  • Kevin
    06/24/2006
    10:10 AM
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    I know what you’re saying… I told someone I was 30 like 3 months before the big day. πŸ™‚

  • Anonymous
    06/25/2006
    8:28 PM
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    So, you don’t think he meant you look like you’re 40?

    Just kidding…

    Love,
    Peter across the street’s Mom who is not 30 or 40.

  • carrie
    06/26/2006
    4:15 PM
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    I refuse to say that I’m 30 yet, and I turn 30 before you! Maybe I’ll just skip it this year since I have no one to celebrate with.

  • Patrick
    06/26/2006
    5:51 PM
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    You can come up and celebrate with us! It will be a joint birthday! πŸ™‚
    -Pat

  • Mebbie
    06/26/2006
    7:11 PM
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    30 isn’t that bad. It’s the day before turning 30 that is terrible! πŸ™‚

  • carrie
    06/27/2006
    9:03 AM
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    I just read Mebbie’s comment. Today is the day before I turn 30. You’re right. It sucks.

  • Anonymous
    06/27/2006
    11:31 AM
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    It’s really not that bad. I’ve been 30 for six months now and so far so good!!! I actually had issue when I turned 29 not 30. Welcome to the 30 club Pat and Carrie!! (I realize a few days early!)

  • Heather
    06/27/2006
    11:33 AM
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    Oops, that last comment was me. I forgot to put my name!!! πŸ™‚

  • Philadelphia Bunnyface
    06/27/2006
    9:29 PM
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    My best comparison to turning 30 was like waiting for a large series of painful vaccines. The day I actually turned 30 sucked, much like getting many painful vaccinations would suck. But like a vaccine series, your feelings are only a little sore the next day, and by the next week you’re cool.

    But now that I’m losing my memory, it only actually occurs to me when someone directly asks how old I am and even then, my brain has developed this nice coping mechanism where I can’t actually come up with my age until I’ve subtracted 1975 from the current year, and I get so wadded up making sure I’m doing the math right, I forget to be upset that I’m 30.

    Go brain!

    PS: How old was the person who asked how old you were? 20? I mean, 30 is not an age where one expects there to be an aging portrait in your attic, you know?

  • Patrick
    06/28/2006
    10:48 AM
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    My birthday is tomorrow. So I think this is the supposed worse-day that Margaret mentioned. So far, it’s only bad because Simon made a concerted effort last night to ensure that both Kate and I would be thoroughly sleep-deprived today. ugh. πŸ™

  • jax
    06/28/2006
    10:43 AM
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    well, whether you like it or not, happy birthday anyway! πŸ™‚

    as for turning 30, not a big deal in our house…are we that unusual??? i won’t lie–i actually kinda liked it…is that so wrong?

  • Eric
    06/28/2006
    12:19 PM
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    30 isn’t so bad. of course I managed to distract everyone by having XL born right before my birthday. I think it will be 35 that will really be rough – halfway to 40! yikes! I figure that’s when people will start to refer to you as “Sir.”

    Sorry about the sleep deprivation. But just to pour salt in the wound, Xavier sleeps through the night. Ahhhhhhh!
    HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

  • Patrick
    06/28/2006
    3:52 PM
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    Once upon a time, Simon slept through the night too. He has since regressed. It’s very upsetting. πŸ™

  • Eric
    06/29/2006
    7:34 AM
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    Look at it this way, it just means that Simon loves playing with you guys so much that he wants to play all the time! I know, not much help at 2am.
    I think Xavier is lulling us into a false sense of security so we’ll have another child. And THAT ONE will decide that he/she won’t sleep, eat or play – just cry nonstop!

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