You should all know by now, that in just over a week, I’ll be turing awesome. (That is 30). I’ve been banging on about for long enough, probably annoying the crap out of all of you over 35, and scaring the crap out of all you ‘young people’ who are still to grow up 😉
If, for some reason, this vital information has escaped your notice, you can take this as a reminder: March 8th people. Mark it on the Calendar, write in your diaries, and make sure you address all gifts of large diamonds correctly, ok?
Anyway, regardless of the milestone, and the fact that it appears as if I am terrified at bidding my 20’s farewell forever, I’m actually feeling pretty positive about the whole thing. This could be because of the fact that it is simply a birthday which means presents and a Grey’s Anatomy Themed Party, or because I’m feeling pretty positive about life in general. Sure things have been a little tough of late, but I’m positive good things are just on the horizon.
The only problem I really have, and I think it has less to do with a number than actual maturity, is that I feel really old.
Like a grandma type old.
It seems no matter what I do lately, or who I hang with, I feel like the decrepit old person, who every one is just waiting to leave, so the party can start.
I go shopping, and I roll my eyes at ridiculously short shorts, or midriff baring shorts, and I think ‘old.’
I talk to some of the ‘young girls’ at church about what they’re doing this weekend, and they’re all like, ‘Oh I’m just hanging with some friends….’ And I think I’d rather just chill at home.
People my own age are just starting to have babies, and I’m all done, and full of helpful advice like ‘don’t drink juice cause it might effect your milk.’ Or other people I know are making crazy life decisions and I’m thinking ‘What are they doing that for? That’s not very wise!”
I worked till 10 pm the other night.
That’s bed time, and I was still working.
It has taken me two days to get over it, and I’m still exhausted.
I have spent the last three weeks, getting ready and planning for Digital Parents Conference, and it’s still 3 weeks away. When I tell people I’m going to Sydney, and they’re all like ‘what for?’ I’m kind of embarrassed to say ‘a blogging conference.’ You either get blogging, or you don’t and most people don’t.
Lame and Old.
You know, I can’t remember the last time I was asked for ID (and no I’m not old enough to say ‘carded.’ Though I am old enough to know that is a thing.) We’re supposed to ask anyone who looks under 25 for age verification, which has been around since I was younger than 25, and still no one asked me. It’s only fair I assume that I must obviously look old.
Now I know that some things definitely improve with age; like a fine wine, or perhaps the cast of The Princess Bride.
But I bet the old really expensive wine bottles still feel gipped when the younger clean skins go on about how they stayed up till 5 in the morning reading, and then slept into three, whilst the old wine is in bed by eight cause they have been cleaning the floor all day.
And I think I might have got a bit lost there…..
Anyway, what I’m saying is this, there are some definite perks to this growing up, and being mature thing, (like making less stupid mistakes and being able to go to a blogging conference cause you really don’t care who think’s it’s cool), but I’d really like it to stop ok? And just to prove I’m not as lame as all the ‘young people these days’ possibly think I am, I have total proof that I’m still just as awesome (if not more so, than they are.)
I just don’t have it here…..
And now, in the most random segue ever, someone else who is super awesome, and not at all old, is our new Blogger of the Mo’.
Once upon a time, I would have totally been jealous of the fact that she has already produced books, and her cooking show is flippin awesome, but these days, in my old age, I’m much more mellow, and am just happy for her. (And a tiny bit jealous. ;))
And so, with that, I present Dan, the wo-Man from Keeping Up with the Holsby’s.
Now if you want to hear more about Danielle, which of course you do, and catch up with the latest IBOT goss, I suggest you sign up to IBOT monthly, the once a month run down of all things IBOT. We’ve got a special feature on the Blogger of the Mo’, as well as #teamIBOT’s monthly pics. You never know, it might be you!!
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