So this half assed retrospective was a success! I looked back fondly on my twenties. They were pretty chill! Of course there were low points, but no one has a perfect ten years. This brings me to my late twenties. I feel like I really came into my own in this time. I blossomed into the ~beautiful flower~ that I am now. I certainly stopped giving a shit about what people thought about me and basically said/did whatever I wanted. I am truly a NO LIMIT SOLDIER. ::rolls eyes::
I had the opportunity to travel. I went to Spain with my family which apparently there is no photographic proof of, and also went on a ladies’ road trip to Taos with my befri Keri, and my good friend Erin. We dubbed ourselves the Ladies of the White Sands and almost got our car stuck in a mud puddle in the middle of nowhere. We also went hiking up a mountain and I complained the entire time because, “I didn’t know it was going to be uphill.” I am a sharp one.
Around this time I also started playing with Music Learning Club. I love singing, and I love these fools. I consider them to be my second family.
Here we are playing “You Can’t Hurry Love”. My parents watched this video and made fun of how dramatic I was. Little did they know that this was only our first song and I got a whole lot more unhinged. I am the David Lee Roth of MLC, y’all.
Now in my late twenties not only was I overflowing with obvious musical talent, but I possessed extraordinary athletic ability as well. Every Sunday I started playing kickball. I met a lot of wonderful people and drank a lot of beer. The following photo exemplifies my kickball talents:
Of course, of course we cannot discuss my late twenties without talking about the most important thing that happened–I started coloring my hair red. SIKE! Chad put a beautiful baby in my belly! I had a really smooth pregnancy and was, by my own admission, THE MOST ADORABLE PREGNANT WOMAN IN THE WORLD. I love my little family so much and at the risk of sounding mega cheesy, I feel incredibly lucky and count my blessings every single day.
Awwww. Anyway, today I am thirty. My ass instantly feels bigger and my boobs saggier. I jest, I jest. I feel fine. Due to melanin and great genes, I AM NEVER GOING TO AGE. The women in my family are blessed. The only thing I am concerned about is I have a deep wrinkle between my eyebrows because I am constantly cringing in disgust at everything. Maybe one of my goals for my third decade of life to become less JJJJ-ADED. Nah. I’ll just continue to judge the world as I see fit and get botox. It is also my dad’s birthday today. It has always made me feel special to share a birthday with my father. Happy Birthday Dad!
Buh, since this post is long enough, I will post jokes and pictures from my roast tomorrow. Hooray me! Hooray 30! Oh, also I am starting a new blog with my friend Kolleen, called Thirtysometeen, in which we watch teen melodramas and discuss them at length. It will be chock full of pithy commentary! I can’t wait.
Here are some bonus pictures!