Here is comes

Everyone thinks I am nuts for loving the fact that I am turning 30. The past couple of days I have been thinking about it and wondering why. Why do I love turning 30?? I think in my head adults were always in there 30s and older. So maybe I feel like I am moving into that adult role. I'm not a kid anymore. I don't know if I have ever said this before, but growing up I always believed that I was on TV. My life was a sitcom. People would watch us and we would never get older. Things would never change. My Grandparents would always be around and I would always be there with my family. Obviously that didnt' happen. We grow up, we get older, we have our own families. I still find it crazy that I am married with two boys. So turning 30 means I have officially grown up and to me that isn't a bad thing at all. I have a family, a wonderful extended family and all that I ever wanted. So 30 is awesome. How can you complain?? There are certain birthdays I remember and I wanted to jot them down..

When I turned 7 I got my first bike. I was so excited. It was purple with rainbows. It had a banana seat and a basket in the front.
When I turned 9 or 10 I had my first birthday party. It was a roller skating party.
When I turned 16 I had a sweet sixteen party. Oh this year I did the "Open mouth, insert foot". My parents told me that my party was my present from them, but I didn't believe them. Well when it was time to open up gifts there was a present from my parents. I opened it up and it was a box of Forrest Gump chocolates. I was furious. All I wanted that year was a cd player. But whatever my friends were over so I didn't make a big deal about it. Once they all left, and went over to my parents and basically asked them where my present was. My dad gave me the whole song and dance about my party was the present. I was just beside myself. So I ran to my room crying screamed something at them and slammed my door. My life was over (oh how dramatic). Later there was a knock at my door. I just screamed to leave me alone. Anyways after some crying and getting over myself I opened up my door, there sat a brand new cd player. Like I said, open mouth, insert foot. I still have that cd player oddly enough.
When I turned 19 I was on my own. My mom sent me a care package. It had a little birthday cake in it with a candle that played Happy Birthday. I had the night planned that I was going to take the bus to the Mall of America and get my ears double pierced. So off I went. So excited. I got there and they needed to see my id. I had forgot it. There was no way to go back and get it, so I hopped on the bus and cried all the way home. I was so bummed and at that time felt so alone. But it turned around, because I went back the next day and got my ears not only double pierced but triple pierced.
When I turned 20 I got surprised at school. The guys in my class had bought me some gifts. Just something. So when I went home that day (on the bus) I have this bag I was carrying with a balloon on it. I was standing at the bus stop waiting for my bus and this guy asked me why I had this balloon. I told him it was my birthday and he reached in his pocket and grabbed all his change and threw it in my bag. It was so funny and random. He said Happy Birthday and that was that.
When I turned 21 Ryan and I waited at his apartment until midnight and we went and had a couple of drinks and since then I have celebrated all my birthday's with Ryan and the boys.
So once again.. how can I complain.. I am loving the fact that I am turning 30!!