On Sunday I turned 30. THIRTY. I was just turning 20 and then I blinked and turned 30. I think I struggled more with Johnny turning 10 then I did with me turning 30 but it all makes me feel so old. There was so much I wanted to do with my life by now that I didn’t do. Granted, I did many things but I guess I just thought I’d be at a different place by now so I’m struggling with that.
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Happy Birthday!! Where is that photo from on your cake? I love it!
My husband turns 30 years old in July, I’m still just turning 27 in August LOL But oh my goodness it will be here before I know it. So weird how 30 seems so old when we were kids and now we feel so young! (We ARE young!)
Happy belated Birthday!
I turned 30 last September, and I completely understand.
Happy Birthday!!!!! Turning 30 last year didn’t hit me at all. Turning 31 this year was hard.
Happy Birthday Jennifer!!!
Happy Birthday! Welcome to the dirty thirty! I felt the same thing about turning thirty as you did. But if you take a look back and realize all the awesome things that you did accomplish it helps take the sting out of the things you didn’t. Plus, I think that thirty is the new twenty. Still young, still can have fun but not as stupid as you were when you were twenty. BTW I’m only 31 so my wisdom speaks for itself – LOL!
Happy Birthday! I wasn’t at the place I thought I would be at 30 either but life hasn’t been too bad.
I let 30 sneak by this year:)
I hope your day was absolutely fabulous! 30 was really difficult for me, but in 2 years I’ll be 40 so I’m really dreading that!
Happy Belated Birthday! Hope you had a fantastic day
ere is my blog post from when I turned 30 *cough*3yearsago*cough*
I know how you feel……totally
“Dirty Thirty
Today, I will blow out 30 candles, and make 30 wishes. I will put cake on my face, and act like I have no idea it’s there. It’s what I do. I can’t wait to open presents and eat a scrumptious dinner. I will cheer my Oldielocks on during her game tonight, and secretly cross my fingers that she gets her “hit” that she strives for at every game.
I don’t know what to think about being thirty. I don’t think it is any different than 29. Am I supposed to throw away my skirts and tanks and start wearing dockers and blouses? Like the real silky see through ruffly blouse things. Should I start wearing my grandma’s Mary Kay pink lipstick, and chewing trident? I dunnno.
I could sit here and list all my accomplishments that I have had in the past thirty years, but really, who, other than me, really cares? That doesn’t define who I am. I am so much more than a pile of trophy’s, high school honors class, self sufficient girl. Did I go to college? No. Did I build a career in the corporate world? No. Did I marry, wait 5 years and have 2.5 kids, white picket fence?- no, at least not in that order. Did I adopt orphans from all over the world and achieve world peace? Again… no.
Instead I have surfed in the ocean, planted many flowers, only to have them die and buy new ones…and have them die again. I have danced in the rain and choked on my own spit. I have done somersaults off the back of a horse and heard babies take their first breath. I have met and married my soul mate and gotten 25 staples in my stomach. I have eaten hot dogs in New York city, Beignets in New Orleans, and Indian fry bread in New Mexico. I have watched children take their first step, utter their first word and laugh until they cry. I have lived in a hospital and lived in a tent, in the dirty streets of Mexico. I have jumped with my children on beds in the Hard Rock and watched fireworks in the hills of Ohio. I have ran out of gas in the middle of the night, toilet papered more houses than I can remember. I have danced on balconies in Atlantic City and driven in underwater tunnels. I have sang every nursery rhyme and held onto my children for dear life. I have spent many a nights watching them sleep and many a day ripping my highlighted hair out. I strive to make sure that people know that they matter. I have been on TV, and on a bathroom wall. I have owned a 65 mustang and a soccer mom minivan. I like to say I work at Hooters, but really I am everything I ever wanted to be. I wipe snot off my kids faces (with my bare hand), and wear MAC make up. I jump on my husbands back and prank call him all day long. I’ve laughed as much as I have cried. Attitude makes a memory worth remembering.
And, at thirty, all this, has always been enough for me. “
Love it!!
Happy Birthday!!
I’m 35, really old!
Hugs Jennifer… it is hard to grow older when we are watching the kids grow too. Be proud of what you have done and make some realistic goals for the future. You are a great woman!
Happy Belated Birthday!! I hated turning thirty but it’s was better than the alternative!
Awww. Happy belated birthday to you! I love the cake. It will be my turn to turn 30 later this year. Don’t know how I feel just yet.
LOL Oh, you kill me. Wait until you reach 40 (I’m 42 this summer). The age that was hardest for me was 25. It was like leaving childhood and going towards being OLD. Oh, and my oldest is turning 20 this year. I break out into a sweat everytime I think of it!
Happy birthday! I didn’t feel as old turning 30 as I did when I turned 31 last year. I wonder why that is? I’m starting to feel very old, because my daughter will be 7 on Sunday. How did that happen?
Happy Belated Birthday Jennifer.
Still loving that cake!
Actually getting gray hair has been way worse than actually turning 30. I guess I just really feel like an “adult” now. 40 will probably be harder.
Glad you got to celebrate in style!
Happy Birthday Sexy Mama Hope you had a wonderful day