It was a dark and stormy night in April 1979, there was a full moon and a rather large group of hippies, Japanese immigrants, and cowboys collected right around midnight in the San Francisco Bay Area...nope not some weird ritualistic drug fest, just my birth. Yup, just me being born almost 30 years ago. 2009 brings a lot to me, relief that I am married and do not have to fret over my wedding as I did last year, successfully remaining at the same job for a year and still enjoying it more or less...it is work after all, a renewed spirit since I no longer have any "legal" obligations to worry about, and, oh yeah, my 30Th birthday. Lucky for me I have yet to send out my thank you cards for my wedding so I can keep myself busy doing that rather than thinking about the unearthly day, I, will actually be 30.
There are predictions of course. My loving spouse thinks I'm going to crack and runaway to Ibiza with a few girlfriends and never return. My mom thinks I'll be knocked up since of course I'm too dumb to manage my own birth control. My father says I'm just where I'm supposed to be in my life since it's my life and I will enjoy my thirties richly. (Have I ever mentioned I ADORE my father?) I think I'll try to do everything possible to not APPEAR 30. This shall include: exercise...hours upon hours of dance, no, really. I already enrolled myself into two classes at the community college, and it's only the beginning. They'll be a few trips to see Naomi, hairstylist of the gods...okay hairstylist to Menlo Park and myself & Chica. They'll be something NEW and exciting for 2009...perhaps short and choppy. The tanning salon and I shall become good friends once more, this time I promise to monitor my color and keep my actual ethnicity in mind. New shoes lots of new shoes....my poor husband. Oh yeah, new tattoos. I almost went this past Saturday. If it weren't for a strange occurrence that kept me at home...I'd have Harley Davidson written proudly across my ass today. Ahhhh...there's always next weekend. (May I mention, my spouse is named Harley Davidson.)
I just don't feel "30." NO, I don't know what 30 feels like. However, this doesn't seem like the 30 my parents had. NO, I don't want my parents 30 by any means...I just simply don't feel as old as they seemed to be at 30. For starters, my mom had a 12 year old and for all intents and purposes I do feel that occasionally I too cohabitate with a 12 year old, but neh, not the same. The largest obligation I have is to two rather furry vocal felines and my marriage. I like it this way. I am not ready to have hungry little mouths with voices that talk back. I don't want to go back to school shopping for anyone but myself. I surely do not want to make spit up a part of my daily activities...but I'm getting there aren't I?
There is a reasonable fear that turning 30 means I'm a grown up and need to go do really adult grown up things...do I? At least I get to do this one in tandem. Chica, my bf since high school, will thankfully turn 30 ten days before me. YEA! So if the mirrors don't start cracking for her I should also be safe. I think she'll handle the whole 30 thing better, so hopefully I can lean a little bit on her. She THANKFULLY handled my wedding day better (to mention it she handles almost everything better) than I. Of course, she's been a little more grown up from the get go. But alas, two heads are better than one and I'm sure we'll make it past April just fine.
So as my last attempt to be youthful and crazy I vow to throw an amazing 30 B-day bash for us both....you can make me 30, but lord knows you can't make me party like anything but 21!!!
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
HONEYMOON here I come!
The good thing about life is that there are good people and good things that do occassionally happen. Lucky for all of us otherwise we could all reason that suicide might actually be a good idea. This time it's a great thing and a great person who has lifted my spirits in OH so many ways.
Sunshine, is a good friend of mine. She likes to "gift" people extraordinary presents, becasue she finds fulfillment in it. ODD, huh? I actually know someone who gives selflessly. This week she gave me a honeymoon. Okay, actually she gave me her timeshare in CABO for a week to use as a honeymoon...but in all reality without her, I would not be going anywhere. Is that not AWESOME?!? I feel so blessed to have a friendship with Sunshine and although legitimately her name I could not think of another better. All I ask is that I remain as good of a friend to her as she is to me. Tough to do, you should see the mental list I have of all the great things Sunshine has gifted to me...#1 on the list is her friendship.
OH and CABO!!!! I cannot believe it. I have never been to Cabo before and I am looking forward to seeing every nook and cranny of the seaside paradise. My hubby is excited to go fishing for yellowtail tuna...I'm excited to eat the fish. I cannot wait to hike through the desert and my hubby can't wait for the beer after. We are going to have the best time...honeymoon here we come!!!
Sunshine, is a good friend of mine. She likes to "gift" people extraordinary presents, becasue she finds fulfillment in it. ODD, huh? I actually know someone who gives selflessly. This week she gave me a honeymoon. Okay, actually she gave me her timeshare in CABO for a week to use as a honeymoon...but in all reality without her, I would not be going anywhere. Is that not AWESOME?!? I feel so blessed to have a friendship with Sunshine and although legitimately her name I could not think of another better. All I ask is that I remain as good of a friend to her as she is to me. Tough to do, you should see the mental list I have of all the great things Sunshine has gifted to me...#1 on the list is her friendship.
OH and CABO!!!! I cannot believe it. I have never been to Cabo before and I am looking forward to seeing every nook and cranny of the seaside paradise. My hubby is excited to go fishing for yellowtail tuna...I'm excited to eat the fish. I cannot wait to hike through the desert and my hubby can't wait for the beer after. We are going to have the best time...honeymoon here we come!!!
Friday, November 14, 2008
2 weeks!
You know you're a newlywed when you get excited about your 2-week anniversary. Nope not expecting presents, but with all the stress leading up to the BIG day I do at least have a sincere feeling of accomplishment. Now if only I could actually go on a honeymoon I'd be ectastic!
Although we (the hubby n I) keep saying we'll be in Costa Rica in March, he's having second thoughts and would prefer to put an end to any debt we have and then accumulate more by buying a home. I cannot not have a honeymoon, I sincerely NEED it. 10 days away with just him in a shack on the beach would do it.
Here's my nightmare:
35....two kids....a dog....five cats....a HUGE mortgage.....never went on a honeymoon.
Why isn't there a clause in the marriage vows where you promise to love, honor and find a week away to yourselves every year? Hindsight is 20/20 after all, and if I could do over it'd be in my vows. How agitated do you think my hubby would be if I just book a vacation now and pay it off by my lil' old self then spring a SURPRISE on him????
One of my good friends just left on her honeymoon today, I'm hoping to use her for leverage against mine. Please God, don't let them have bad weather or bad food or ANYTHING bad....it just won't bode well for any of us!
Although we (the hubby n I) keep saying we'll be in Costa Rica in March, he's having second thoughts and would prefer to put an end to any debt we have and then accumulate more by buying a home. I cannot not have a honeymoon, I sincerely NEED it. 10 days away with just him in a shack on the beach would do it.
Here's my nightmare:
35....two kids....a dog....five cats....a HUGE mortgage.....never went on a honeymoon.
Why isn't there a clause in the marriage vows where you promise to love, honor and find a week away to yourselves every year? Hindsight is 20/20 after all, and if I could do over it'd be in my vows. How agitated do you think my hubby would be if I just book a vacation now and pay it off by my lil' old self then spring a SURPRISE on him????
One of my good friends just left on her honeymoon today, I'm hoping to use her for leverage against mine. Please God, don't let them have bad weather or bad food or ANYTHING bad....it just won't bode well for any of us!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The First Time
So what does it say about me that the first time I start a blog page is less than two weeks after my wedding? I suppose one of two things: either I am opening myself up to new experiences as I feel safe and secure enough to do so OR I am in a state of flux where without a wedding to plan I need to find an alternative method of self consumption. It's most likely a little bit of both but let's put that aside for a moment as I speak about "firsts".
There is the unequivocal "first time" for anything. Some first moments can reach heights of adrenaline never to be attained again, while others only warrant another try to get them right. Sex for example is a strange "first". It is that first time most men dream of since the time puberty's little hairs of testosterone first appear and the first most women instinctively hide from everyone but her closest friend. However, with all the hoopla concerning it's "first" time one would think it be extraordinary! Those of us having the "first" and then some will easily tell other that the "first" time was not all it was cracked up to be........was it?
So in the spirit of firsts here's a few of mine that actually met up to their expectations:
My first mouthful of WASABI: didn't disappoint. It also serves multiple functions: nasal decongestant, the cry on cue miracle worker, and child deterrent.
My first SKYDIVE: it's way better than sex the first time and they'll put it on a DVD one can be proud of.
My first CAR: no matter that it was a manual transmission, manual steering, no radio hunk of Toyota it still was ALL MINE. Her and I travelled to San Luis Obispo in college to perform at a dance event with a boom box in the front seat, a carton of cigarettes for company in the back and a trunk stuffed with costumes that wouldn't unlock! May not have been fun then but memory shall last a lifetime.
My first BREAK-UP: it hurt. Probably worst than most anything else ever for at that time I thought it was the end of the world. Most likely it didn't help that the ex in question told me that "God told him to break-up with me." No really my first break-up was God's fault, see now why the rest were easier!!!
My first PET: was a puppy named BJ. Yup, it's true BlackJack was his real name but he became BJ very quickly, I'm sure my parents didn't realize the possible oddity of their daughter running around the streets screaming "BJ!!!!!! Where are you? Come home, BJ!!!!". He pooped everywhere but I was too little to have to clean up anything! He was my pal, until he toppled over the Christmas tree...of course that was a first too.
My first FRIEND: Shanna Parraga. We met in kindergarten...we are still friends today. She taught me how to do cartwheels, climb a tree, and beat-up boys... then out run them and hide in the girls bathroom until the coast was clear. Still all feats I am proud to say I can still do.
My first KISS as a married woman: probably the most unexpected first, but happily so. The day Harley Davidson (yes, really) were married is a blur but that first kiss got smashed into my brain forever and led to some of the most amazing "first" married sex ever!
This list will continue as long as move through life and I'm sure I'll add a few more memorable firsts here as time goes on, I think I have inspired myself to take a little more time to appreciate the here and now, and really pay attention to all these "first" I will have in my new married life.
There is the unequivocal "first time" for anything. Some first moments can reach heights of adrenaline never to be attained again, while others only warrant another try to get them right. Sex for example is a strange "first". It is that first time most men dream of since the time puberty's little hairs of testosterone first appear and the first most women instinctively hide from everyone but her closest friend. However, with all the hoopla concerning it's "first" time one would think it be extraordinary! Those of us having the "first" and then some will easily tell other that the "first" time was not all it was cracked up to be........was it?
So in the spirit of firsts here's a few of mine that actually met up to their expectations:
My first mouthful of WASABI: didn't disappoint. It also serves multiple functions: nasal decongestant, the cry on cue miracle worker, and child deterrent.
My first SKYDIVE: it's way better than sex the first time and they'll put it on a DVD one can be proud of.
My first CAR: no matter that it was a manual transmission, manual steering, no radio hunk of Toyota it still was ALL MINE. Her and I travelled to San Luis Obispo in college to perform at a dance event with a boom box in the front seat, a carton of cigarettes for company in the back and a trunk stuffed with costumes that wouldn't unlock! May not have been fun then but memory shall last a lifetime.
My first BREAK-UP: it hurt. Probably worst than most anything else ever for at that time I thought it was the end of the world. Most likely it didn't help that the ex in question told me that "God told him to break-up with me." No really my first break-up was God's fault, see now why the rest were easier!!!
My first PET: was a puppy named BJ. Yup, it's true BlackJack was his real name but he became BJ very quickly, I'm sure my parents didn't realize the possible oddity of their daughter running around the streets screaming "BJ!!!!!! Where are you? Come home, BJ!!!!". He pooped everywhere but I was too little to have to clean up anything! He was my pal, until he toppled over the Christmas tree...of course that was a first too.
My first FRIEND: Shanna Parraga. We met in kindergarten...we are still friends today. She taught me how to do cartwheels, climb a tree, and beat-up boys... then out run them and hide in the girls bathroom until the coast was clear. Still all feats I am proud to say I can still do.
My first KISS as a married woman: probably the most unexpected first, but happily so. The day Harley Davidson (yes, really) were married is a blur but that first kiss got smashed into my brain forever and led to some of the most amazing "first" married sex ever!
This list will continue as long as move through life and I'm sure I'll add a few more memorable firsts here as time goes on, I think I have inspired myself to take a little more time to appreciate the here and now, and really pay attention to all these "first" I will have in my new married life.
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