Well, the weekend has come and gone. I'm another year older, another year wiser. And my bones and muscles? Another year stiffer.
Of course, this may be due to the fact that I received a Wii and Wii Fit for my b.day from my awesome parents and I decided to try it out last night AND this morning. Hence, the stiffness. (The Wii Fit lady voice told me I'm a bit stiff, too. And I'm not afraid to admit that I felt a little annoyed at Perfect Little Toned Avatar Wii Fit Lady.)
(Maybe I should be embarrassed to admit that I'm jealous of a virtual person's body??)
Alas! The stiffness is not a problem... as I have another wicked-awesome b.day present from 2 of my closest girlfriends... SPA DAY! Yes. I think I'll just go ahead and book myself a massage this weekend. Hurrah!
Oh, and next Saturday I get to enjoy good company with the hubster at a matinee of Dirty Dancing! Woo! (He realllllllllllllllllly loves me if he's willing to sit through that with me!) Can't wait. Can't wait. And, it's on Valentine's Day. *Insert gushing "awwwww" reactions here at the romantic sappiness of it all*.
I'm a lucky gal, aren't I?
To everyone who came and partied it up with me on Saturday night - thank you! I had lots of fun. And to everyone who's wished me well or generously given a gift or even just smiled at me... You've all made me feel so very loved on my big day.
You all rock.
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Monday, February 9, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Age is but a number. Until you turn 30.
Today is the last day that I can claim I'm a 20-something.
Tomorrow I will be 30.
And thusly, I must celebrate like I'm still a 20-something in the ridiculous fashion of dressing up and drinking. Yes. I'm talking about the Theme Party.
My 30th birthday theme? Is Canadian stereotypes. So, I've got my Sudbury Dinner Jacket and fuzzy toque ready to go.
Bring it on 30. I'm ready for it.
Tomorrow I will be 30.
And thusly, I must celebrate like I'm still a 20-something in the ridiculous fashion of dressing up and drinking. Yes. I'm talking about the Theme Party.
My 30th birthday theme? Is Canadian stereotypes. So, I've got my Sudbury Dinner Jacket and fuzzy toque ready to go.
Bring it on 30. I'm ready for it.
Monday, November 17, 2008
F-I-B-R-E... find out what it means to me
I tend to joke quite a bit about getting old and all of the signs of aging I'm facing. And I can kind of tell that people older than me sort of poo-poo what I'm saying, because I'm still a "young'un". But the thing is - this aging thing baffles and scares me. Completely.
Here's why.
Up until the past year or so, I've felt invincible. I could party late during the week, eat a variety of fatty foods whenever I want, do any form of exercise or movement to my body - all without any side effects whatsoever. There was very little that I could do that would make me feel run down or tired or wrinkly or old.
This is no longer the case.
Now, when I party late on a work night, I feel like hell the next day and it actually takes me 2-4 days to fully recover from the lack of sleep. When I eat fatty foods, I develop intense indigestion. (And gall bladder issues at the ripe old age of 29). And when I spend the morning running 8kms and then the next 4 hours cleaning my house, I hobble around my house all evening and wake up the next day with lower back pain. Yay me.
On top of all of this, I've noticed SEVERAL grey hairs on each side of my temples, fine lines under my eyes and little veins surfacing on my legs. Oh, and even scarier: I now base my cereal-purchasing decision on fibre content.
The horror. The horror.
I'm too young for all of this, aren't I? I'm not even 30 yet!! This is why I'm scared. If all of this is already happening to me now - what the heck will I look like when I'm 50???
Anyway, for now, I'm a marketer's dream. Give me all the "youth-in-a-bottle" solutions you can... 'cause I sure as heck ain't ready to grow old gracefully yet.
Here's why.
Up until the past year or so, I've felt invincible. I could party late during the week, eat a variety of fatty foods whenever I want, do any form of exercise or movement to my body - all without any side effects whatsoever. There was very little that I could do that would make me feel run down or tired or wrinkly or old.
This is no longer the case.
Now, when I party late on a work night, I feel like hell the next day and it actually takes me 2-4 days to fully recover from the lack of sleep. When I eat fatty foods, I develop intense indigestion. (And gall bladder issues at the ripe old age of 29). And when I spend the morning running 8kms and then the next 4 hours cleaning my house, I hobble around my house all evening and wake up the next day with lower back pain. Yay me.
On top of all of this, I've noticed SEVERAL grey hairs on each side of my temples, fine lines under my eyes and little veins surfacing on my legs. Oh, and even scarier: I now base my cereal-purchasing decision on fibre content.
The horror. The horror.
I'm too young for all of this, aren't I? I'm not even 30 yet!! This is why I'm scared. If all of this is already happening to me now - what the heck will I look like when I'm 50???
Anyway, for now, I'm a marketer's dream. Give me all the "youth-in-a-bottle" solutions you can... 'cause I sure as heck ain't ready to grow old gracefully yet.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Age
My 30th birthday is 5 months away.
I really don't have any strong feelings one way or another about turning 30. But I am pretty damn excited for some kind of a blowout. (Which can be quite problematic, actually.) I tend to build things up (like birthdays) and get all excited only to find out that not many people care as much as I do about me turning another year older. Naturally so.
Anyway - so if it doesn't turn out to be a big blowout, I hopefully won't be let down. I'll probably be too sauced up to remember. Haha. (Kidding, Mom).
Actually, if I were rich, my dream 30th would be to take a bunch of people with me on a trip to Ireland. All my friends. Me. A pub in Ireland. It would be incredible. The culture there pretty much ensures you're going to have a fantastic time. We could be singing Danny Boy at the top of our lungs, drinking REAL Irish beer, talking to the locals. Bliss.
It's fun to daydream.
I really don't have any strong feelings one way or another about turning 30. But I am pretty damn excited for some kind of a blowout. (Which can be quite problematic, actually.) I tend to build things up (like birthdays) and get all excited only to find out that not many people care as much as I do about me turning another year older. Naturally so.
Anyway - so if it doesn't turn out to be a big blowout, I hopefully won't be let down. I'll probably be too sauced up to remember. Haha. (Kidding, Mom).
Actually, if I were rich, my dream 30th would be to take a bunch of people with me on a trip to Ireland. All my friends. Me. A pub in Ireland. It would be incredible. The culture there pretty much ensures you're going to have a fantastic time. We could be singing Danny Boy at the top of our lungs, drinking REAL Irish beer, talking to the locals. Bliss.
It's fun to daydream.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Me
Here are a few interesting things I've learned about myself lately.
I'm no longer the "young pup" at work.
In the past, if it came up in conversation, I would tell co-workers how old I was. The immediate response was always "Oh, you're just a pup". And so, despite my yearly birthdays, I've always felt like the young one around the office. Imagine my surprise when I was discussing the movie "Jerry Maguire" with a co-worker and she mentioned that she was "too young" for it. WHAT?? And there are several, several other co-workers who have made comments like "Oh, I was in grade 8 when you were starting University" and "What's 'He-Man'? I've never heard of it". Sigh. It's a somewhat sad realization. Which leads me to the next point...
I'm no longer young enough to be considered desirable by male celebs in their 30s.
I was listening to the radio the other day and heard that Michael Bublé (aged 32) has a new girlfriend (aged 23). 23??? That just seems so young to me. And Leonardo DiCaprio (34) has been dating a 23 year-old girl for a long time now. Oh, and while watching TV one night, I saw two characters have this conversation: "I need to set you up with my friend, she's great!" Response from male with slight look of disapproval on face: "Isn't she nearly 30?" Now, I know it's just TV... but still. When did age 30 become too old for men in their 30s?? I think I'm just sad that my chance with Leo is shot. You know, cause if I was a few years younger, I'd totally have a shot.
I'm old enough to know better.
All this being said, I know that no longer being in my early (or even mid) 20s is really great. Because I like where I am in life and who I am. Yes, the grey hairs might have frightened me at first, but I'm growing to be more and more okay with them. And with each year, comes more maturity, which just makes me feel smarter. Take last night for example. I went out for drinks with co-workers. And, instead of drinking myself silly and feeling like a badger's arse all day today, I went out, had a few drinks, had fun and still got home to bed by 10:30. And today I feel great. Ah... such wisdom with age.
I'm no longer the "young pup" at work.
In the past, if it came up in conversation, I would tell co-workers how old I was. The immediate response was always "Oh, you're just a pup". And so, despite my yearly birthdays, I've always felt like the young one around the office. Imagine my surprise when I was discussing the movie "Jerry Maguire" with a co-worker and she mentioned that she was "too young" for it. WHAT?? And there are several, several other co-workers who have made comments like "Oh, I was in grade 8 when you were starting University" and "What's 'He-Man'? I've never heard of it". Sigh. It's a somewhat sad realization. Which leads me to the next point...
I'm no longer young enough to be considered desirable by male celebs in their 30s.
I was listening to the radio the other day and heard that Michael Bublé (aged 32) has a new girlfriend (aged 23). 23??? That just seems so young to me. And Leonardo DiCaprio (34) has been dating a 23 year-old girl for a long time now. Oh, and while watching TV one night, I saw two characters have this conversation: "I need to set you up with my friend, she's great!" Response from male with slight look of disapproval on face: "Isn't she nearly 30?" Now, I know it's just TV... but still. When did age 30 become too old for men in their 30s?? I think I'm just sad that my chance with Leo is shot. You know, cause if I was a few years younger, I'd totally have a shot.
I'm old enough to know better.
All this being said, I know that no longer being in my early (or even mid) 20s is really great. Because I like where I am in life and who I am. Yes, the grey hairs might have frightened me at first, but I'm growing to be more and more okay with them. And with each year, comes more maturity, which just makes me feel smarter. Take last night for example. I went out for drinks with co-workers. And, instead of drinking myself silly and feeling like a badger's arse all day today, I went out, had a few drinks, had fun and still got home to bed by 10:30. And today I feel great. Ah... such wisdom with age.
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