If you’re going to give up celebrity crushes, can I have Till? And if not, can I have him on alternate Wednesdays?
Good lord, Till is going to be FORTY in January.
Shouldn’t he grow up just a bit? 
I hear ya, jar. I’ll be thirty in April of 2004. Thirty!!! I had a cow when I turned twenty-five. Well really more of a calf, but you get the picture.
I still have a hard time saying I’m in my late twenties now. I have no clue what I’m going to say when I’m thirty. I may just become one of those ‘none-of-your-business’ broads when people ask my age.
sigh
…Just bumping this to say that as you inch closer to the big day, take comfort in the little-known secret that turning 30 renders you unable to give a shit about ANYTHING Geraldo Rivera says
anymore…
I was just so freaking glad I wasn’t pregnant on my fortieth birthday! Had a bit of a scare there this past May. And if thiry really bugs you, just say what that comedian Ellen says… Your are in your twenty tens!
I was just so freaking glad I wasn’t pregnant on my fortieth birthday! Had a bit of a scare there this past May. And if thirty really bugs you, just say what that comedian Ellen says… Your are in your twenty tens!
I was just so freaking glad I wasn’t pregnant on my fortieth birthday! Had a bit of a scare there this past May. And if thirty really bugs you, just say what that comedian Elaine Boozler says… Your are in your twenty tens!
Thirty didn’t bother me. I’m looking at forty in a few months’ time, and thinking, “If I’m going to be mature by then, I’d better start working on it now.” It’s important to be mature. So I’m told. I’ve never actually tried it. [sub](And, truth be told, I’m not planning to.)[/sub]
Thirty didn’t hurt a bit. As a matter of fact I kind of looked forward to it, since I always kinda figured maybe they’d be better than my 20s. Of course, that was because I was a lot more passive about my life than I am now, so it did become kind of a self-fulfilling prophecy. I envy you in that you’ve got some of your shit together and you’re actually doing what you like before you hit thirity (and yes, going to moshpits and writing porn does count, dammit). I’m quite sure your thirties are going to treat you more than decently, and having a steamy picture taken for Mr. Jar will be just the ego-boost you need. Check the Reader - I’m sure they have photographers who specialize in those kind of heavily-suggestive-but-not-completely-filthy portraits.
–Olentzero, who’s turning 33 in 60 days, 6 hours, and 58 minutes.
Jeepers cripes, jessi! You’re only 30?!?!?!? I thought you were way, way, way, way, way, way older.
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I’M NOT THIRTY YET! I’ve still got 22 days. I’ll go get me some TrimSpa lose thirty pounds, dye my hair, get a makeover, and THEN I’ll be thirty
J
25 was definitely hard, so I freaked out a little bit before my 30th birthday. I stayed out too late, drank too much, and others bits of sordid behavior. I fought that number right up until the very day and then, something clicked. 30 feels good. 30 feels sexy. I feel in control. I feel hot. I feel like I can do whatever I damn well please and I don’t have to explain myself to anyone.
Jarbabyj, I truly hope you will find 30 as liberating as I do. Have a happy birthday, buy yourself some sexy shoes, and enjoy being a full-fledged adult .
… coulda sworn you were more like 50 …
[sub]d&r[/sub]
The hardest part of turning thirty for me ( nearly 6 years ago) was the stunning moment of clarity that:
A) I had not acheived any of the things I really wanted to do in life ( except travel)
B) was in a dead end job c) was in a dead end job with shit pay.
c) Really was just a step above ( in my book) of a pathetic loser. (and hey, that was really before SDMB sucked me in.)
Other than the fact that I was and still am in excellent health, have a husband whom adores me, a dog that ignores me, turning thirty, all I really wanted was a treadmill. I researched it, priced it out, made the decision of what I wanted. Left the info for my husband (who drove a full size truck at the time) to go and (ahem) get my 30th birthday present.
If the hint were any bigger it would have been the size of the Empire State Building.
Instead, at the stroke of midnight on my birthday, he wakes me up, filled with glee and hands me a velvet covered box.
“Pretty friggin’ small for a treadmill…” I mutter.
He got for me diamond earrings…
I ended up, for the 31st birthday, going out and just buying the damn thing for myself.
and I would like to say that the treadmill is used to tire the kids out and those earrings are the only earrings I own that do not irritate my ears, which have become sensitive for some reason since having kids. Mr. Ujest is nothing but incredible.
Now I look back on it and smile. Turning thirty I had it all. If only I knew where the hell I put it.
Stop this you kids before you get us grownups riled. The difference I notice between 30 and 80 is that the number of nooners has declined precipitously.
Ideally, after I turn 21 I will COMPLETELY DISREGARD all celebrations or remembrances of my date of birth.
You see, celebrating adulthood is good and well… but after that, it just goes downhill. The inexorable march of time brings us closer to death every day, no need to have a special day every year to remind us of our own mortality. 
I turned 30 earlier this year. Piece of cake. My twentys were horrendous, painful and ugly. Thirty was like a blessed brake from my twentys.
I just turned 25 last month and I am so glad to see that others had a bit of a hard time with it, I must admit I was a little freaked out about “going over the 20’s hill.” Kind of a feeling like, “your college days are over, and that life you’ve been waiting for? This is it.”
My husband turns 26 today and I must admit I am giving him a hard time. It’s not like I’m horrified at getting older, it’s more that I have this sense of looking back and wondering how I got here so fast.
It’s fun to see how old some of the posters here are, I was waaay off on a lot of you. I guess that just reinforces the idea that age is just a number.