Friday Talent Round-Up
Thirty-Ten
After nearly a two month hiatus, Friday Talent-Round Up returns today. And it's no ordinary Friday—it's the day-before-my-birthday Friday. That's right—tomorrow I turn the big 30-10. I suppose, to be honest, I should change my "about me" description, shouldn't I?
We don't have big plans for the birthday—just a lot of small plans. We're going to dinner with some friends tonight. Sunday, Clare, Clare's Mom and I are going to a pretty fancy place for lunch and then to some cousins for a party with my family—but I have to share the party with Mother's Day and my aunt and uncle's sixty-something anniversary. Tomorrow, the Big Day, Clare has a birthday party for two school friends in the afternoon who apparently didn't know that it was also my birthday. I haven't decided what I want to do the rest of the day. Any good suggestions?
Like My New Kicks?
I bought them for myself for my birthday. They're too white though—I need someone to step on them.
Birthday Complaints
Actually, I've got none. Turning thirty-ten isn't so bad. Why then, you may ask, am I avoiding the f-word and the number that actually comes between 39 and 41? Because it's my day and I want to, so give me a break, okay? I guess my only problem with the age is that I don't actually feel that age at all—and I definitely don't act it.
If I have any complaint about this year's birthday, it's that that school party will be cutting into my birthday time with Clare and Clare's Mom. But maybe if I'm lucky the birthday girls will give me a hat and piece of cake too.
I also have a complaint about getting my license renewed yesterday. No, it wasn't that it took forever at the DMV—I was actually out in less than fifteen minutes. My complaint is that because of a change in Connecticut law, my license for the first time is good for six years and not four. I know it's a good thing that I don't have to return to get it renewed as often, but this throws off the whole symmetry of my driver's license renewal falling in the same year as presidential elections and the summer Olympics. I suppose, as complaints go, that's a pretty minor one.
Have a great weekend, everyone. I hear there might be a surprise guest poster here tomorrow. A very happy Mother's Day to all the moms too.
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Happy Birthday and welcome to the club. It's about freaking time you joined us.
Nah, it's not that bad and you don't feel that old. It still boggles me that the world allowed me to buy a house, have a kid and run a department. Duh, didn't they know me back when I was stupid(er).
Have a great one, my friend.
Thirty-ten eh? Why not call it twenty-twenty and have done with it.
Have a great day.
Nice kicks - could you have found them in something a little whiter? Maybe "don't look directly at my feet or you will go blind" kind of white?
Anyway, Happy Birthday - and really, it's not too bad being 25-15.
You complain about not feeling (or acting) "your age"
Who says that is a bad thing?
Happy Birthday!
Happy 30+10 Birthday! Personally, I like that phrasing. I may borrow it in a few years. (I like the 20-20 one too. It gives the sense that I might have learned a thing or two.)
Don't worry. Those new Kicks will look rough around the edges soon enough. Oh the joys of having kids. It means that anything that is new won't look new for long...
Happy Birthday. It's nice when you have too many parties to go to.
Have fun at all of them.
Nice shoes.
Twenty-twenty? Twenty-five-fifteen? Those just sound silly. Thirty-ten is much more acceptable. (I'm being sarcastic here.)
I probably should have been clearer too. I'm not complaining that I don't feel, act or look thirty-ten. My complaint is that because of those things it doesn't seem right that I should be that age.
Happy Birthday.
You're right, you are as old as you feel.
Hey it ain't so bad. I tend to refer to it as the fiber years.
Happy Birthday.
30-10 does sound pretty good. Beats the heck out of 50-Minus-10, right?
I like the Chucks. I got a new blue pair for the summer and Wife got me a plaid pair of Jack Purcells - which are sweet as candy.
Sounds like you have a busy weekend on tap. I hope it's a good one.
Happy Birthday!
We have the problem of sharing our anniversary with Mother's Day. Well, not a problem, but it makes it hard to go out to dinner.
I don't feel my age at all. Sure, I have kids and grown-up stuff, but I feel about the same now as when I was 25- on the inside mind you. My body is a bit softer and slower now.
Have fun at the parties.
happy birthday!
The shoes are sweet. can't go wrong with chucks!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday. Go ahead and embrace senior citizenship. And do please scuff up the kicks a bit.
I had to read this post to find out that you are kind of old. Good for you.
My wife has those kicks in black.
welcome to the club!
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