valentine's day Holy Crap!

I turn 30 on June 2nd. 30 people...30...the big 3 mfing 0.

By the horrible light in the Air Force motel I stayed at in Idaho I spotted 5 more disgusting gray hairs sprouting from my left side hair line. Granted I KNOW I don't look like I'm going to turn 30 next month, but its happening people. People feel the need to constantly remind me that I don't look old enough to 30. For example all this occurred during my Idaho trip.

1. Real Estate Agent and I were at a Bunco charity event and I made a comment about my upcoming birthday and trip to Vegas....her response "Oh Thank God, I thought you might be young enough to be my grand-daughter!" Yeah no, I'm not 20 I'm turning 30.

2. At airport buying a book since I finished my newest Sookie book at the beginning of my flight from Chicago to Boise. I am wearing yoga pants, a Notre Dame tshirt, and wrap sweatshirt jacket. I place my book on the counter and the cashier (who doesn't speak English all that well) asks me, oh do you like ND, why yes I do sir. Then he asked something that I thought I understood but needed it repeated to me 3x... Are you planning on going there for college???
No, I graduated college 8 yrs ago....then I get what I always get...NO WAY. YOU LOOK SOOOO YOUNG. Then he proceeded to tell me a totally inappropriate story about his attractive neighbor (with a banging body illustrated with hand gestures) who has 3 daughters and she's in her 40s but all the boys are hitting on her all the time...ummm thanks Mr. I totally don't need to hear this, this morning.

3. A lovely man from Orange County sitting next to me on my flight home from Chicago to Raleigh, who definitely knew entirely too much about celebrity gossip (wink wink) talked at length about how I didn't look my age, how he'd DIE for my skin, and then had an in depth conversation about if one can breast feed with implants.

Yeah people...it was quite a trip.

But the point of the story is .... I am turning 30. I wanted to be in good shape by 30, I wanted to have dropped the extra couple of lbs I've put on since our wedding. But the thing about that is...well to be totally honest with you...I'm freaking lazy. And between work, the move, and well utter laziness, working out is something I have no interest in doing... ugh.

30 people...30. I know its not the end of the world, I KNOW THAT. But its a BIG deal. I'm not in my 20s anymore...30 seems so ADULT, and I don't feel ADULT. When should I start feeling like an ADULT? Oh boy...that's a whole other issue for another post...

XOXO