Okay, I know this should have been posted last post but I just wanted to make sure that the day after I turned 30 I didn't suddenly need a walker and my family didn't put me in a home. Because if they did, I would NOT have titled this post '30 and
Feelin' Fine'. Maybe it would have been '30 and Super Pissed'.

In all seriousness being 30 years old is great. I am healthier than I have ever been, I have more energy and now a little more money to do the things I now have energy for (can you follow that?), and my temper is just starting to balance itself out. This past week 1 out of 3
opportunities I didn't lose it on someone who deserved it. - I am not talking about my kids, I try to keep it together, even if they deserve it. I am talking about perfect strangers that are rude and asking for it. I can't get into the stories they just rile me up and remind me that maybe I should have said more and I start thinking that I should go back to that store and give the lady a piece of my mind.

OK - maybe my temper hasn't changed at all, but the first couple of things are
definitely true. I realized a few years ago that every stage of your life has good and bad. I would never want to go back to high school - living with my parents, not having a car or money. But I would never trade all the good times for anything.