Today is my 30th birthday, and I'm ambivalent.

Turning 30 means:
--no more using my youth or inexperience to explain away my errors
--I can no longer call myself a 20-something
--I sure do wish 30-Something was still on primetime TV--I mean, I'm finally at the point where I might be able to relate to the characters for the first time in my life
--every story I tell about my childhood has to be about some kind of hardship I had to endure and how kids "these days" have it soooo easy
--I'll need to get my hair colored more often
--I'll finally really know who I am and will be confident in that understanding (granted, that *still* hasn't happened, but I'm waiting for that magical moment to occur at any time now).
--I'm that much closer to teaching the children of the students I've already taught (weird...)
--it's time to invest in some Oil of Olay stock
--my birthday cake will seriously look like its on fire with all the candles ablaze
--I *may* need my inhaler after I blow out the candles this evening

Well, I better go put some bengay on my aching joints.