Yesterday, at 2:54 am Central Time (I was born in Los Angeles, so I corrected for the time difference), I started my thirty-first year and fourth decade on this planet. Nothing evil happened. The sky didn’t fall, the sun rose as usual, and to most other people, it was June 26, 2001; the day after June 25 and the day before June 27. (News that my birthday is a national holiday has not made it to the calendar manufacturers yet. )
I’d especially like to say thanks to Trouble Again for her thoughtful e-card. It really made my day. And I’d like to say “Happy Birthday” right back at her.
(Yes, I know this is a day late, but I don’t have regular access to the Net. Yet.
Whoops…I guess someone forgot his ecard…sorry Robin…well I’ve met you and I have to say you don’t look a day over 27…take care and I hope that this one is better then the last one…
:Keith leaves muttering about forgetting Robin’s birthday:…
Welcome to our lovely little valley. Here, sit down. You look like you need to rest. What? You look like that all the time? Get used to it.
Please note that next hill in the distance. We call that Forty-Mile Peak. It doesn’t look too bad but in fact it is much more difficult to get over. But don’t worry. You’ll find out about that soon enough – they did tell you about the accelerating calendar didn’t they?
Bifocals and dentures are readily available here at our local emporium. Varicose veins are the next aisle over, right next to bad backs and gray hair. Baldness is a little harder to get – talk to the folks at Forty-Mile.
Now that you’re here be sure and get your metabolism adjusted. You may think that you’d still like to eat and drink like you did when you were young (those were the days!) but it’s much better for you when your body rejects that behavior. Remember: Foods that taste good make you fat; spicy foods upset your stomach. It’s surprising how many people forget that here.
Speaking of forgetting, there was something else I was supposed to tell you… What was it? Oh well, just another senior moment.
Once again – Welcome! Pull up a rocking chair, throw a shawl around your shoulders and start to learn to hate “modern” music. You’ll feel at home in no time at all!
Happy 30th, Robin! Having been in my 30s for a good while now, I have to say I’ve never had so much fun in my life. Those things they say about women in their 30s being in their sexual prime? It’s all true. Enjoy!
Happy birthday MsRobyn I had my own 30th just about six months ago. Of course, I was perfectly happy to stay at 25, [John Belushi]but nooooooooo…[/John Belushi]
punha and Trip: My face is beet purple and I hope I’m not disturbing anyone with the giggling. [sub]If/when I make it back to the East Coast… ;)[/sub]
pluto: I’ve already got the bifocals, arthritis, and varicose veins. I’ve also been known to wear knee-highs and pluck a few grey hairs. Tomorrow, in fact, I make my rite of passage into Middle-Age: I get my baseline (first) mammogram. Yuk!
To my fellow chat-addicts: I’m expecting to get my own place within the month, and a computer will surely follow.
Thanks, all y’all. Turning 30 was a lot less traumatic than it had to be.
Happy 30th, Robin, from another Robin in Houston. It just gets better and better, from here on out. Except for that “body falling apart” stuff. That part sucks.
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