The last post before IT happens.

Not to make this post all about me…

Let’s start over.


How about that aging, ehh?

Well, the calendar and historic records say tomorrow marks the first day of the last year of my thirties.


Which causes me great distress and angst.

argh - aging bad!

Little background… It was even a crisis for me to turn 20. I HATED turning 20. I was wise beyond my years at 19… I did not want to wave goodbye to the privilege of youth.


I fight with myself over this all the time. I read how women across the interwebzes embrace their age, their bodies.



I can’t. I try. I try. Yet…

2 honest things:

  1. I want to be younger
  2. I want to be thinner
  3. These are my biggest demons

As much as I try to be all multi-culturally-politoco-trendy about this stuff. But when it comes down to it I am shallow and have varicose veins vain… I want to be the youngest at the party. And I want to be the skinny girl.

Which is a lot like wanting a unicorn for one’s birthday.

But I don’t want a unicorn.

I want to be young and skinny.

Am I talking in circles?

I hear that’s the first sign of being old… talking (and walking) in circles and whathaveyou.

Wait. Dogs walk in circles.

Aaanywho. Clearly, I am in distress.

But tomorrow is my 39th birthday. While I think that birthdays are great fun… the AGING part of birthdays is not.

Like grating your knuckle when grating cheese.

Aging. I hate it. BAH.

But I am thankful for presents. And also cake. That stuff  lessens the pain and such. Presents and cake are like anesthesia for birthdays.

*hold me*

*send me presents*

*and cake*

*and anti-aging cream*

*Tip: using glitter helps distract from the visible effects of aging…*


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20 Responses to “The last post before IT happens.”

  1. Sheila says:

    So what flavor of cake would you like this year? I am free all day to whip something up

    Happy Birthday Skinnier than Me, Younger than Me, Beautiful Lady!

  2. oh goodness…you look fabulous! i’m not just saying that either, you really do! for the realz! i wish i lived closer, we could totes for out for drinks and celebrate your big day in person!! it would be fabulous!!

  3. oops that should say totes go out for drinks and celebrate…one would think i have already been drinking today…which i have not!! i blame the drgus they have me on for my migraines….sigh

  4. Carrie says:

    I’m 42.

    I’m hip. I’m hot. I’m f’ing awesome.

    To me. Which is really all that matters. To me.

    You can have those younger years…I’ll stay right where I’m at. After I turned 40, I all of a sudden became wise. And hip. And hot. And f’ing awesome.

    Though I think you look and are pretty hip, hot and f’ing awesome, too.

    Enjoy that last year of your 30’s because when you hit your 40’s…it’s a whole new game! And you will so make us look good!

    Happy, happy, happy…yay you!

  5. Tinachicky says:

    I remember NOT wanting to turn 39 either. It was actually WORSE than turning 40.

    Being in my 40’s now rocks though. I love it WAY better than my 30’s.

    I actually look better than I did in my 30’s. My 30’s were too stressful and full of anxiety.

    Yes I would love to be skinny though like I was when I was young.

    *and yes, Glitter DOES help distract AND looks GOOD!*

  6. Ginger says:

    40 freaked me out so I did what any girl would do, I ran a 50 miler the day after my birthday. I needed to prove that getting older didn’t mean THE END. The after-pain helped me forget ALL about my age Glitter would have helped, too!

  7. Kerry says:

    Jenny you are one HOT, rocking mama – i don’t care HOW old you are.

    sending you a big fat virtual cake.

    Happy Birthday Sweet, Skinny, Young, Sexy Jenny xx

  8. Elizabeth says:

    Since I’m almost 44 I’m not sure how much sympathy I’ve got for ya. Turning 25 was horrific for me for a too many reasons to go into here. 39 and subsequent birthdays – meh. Numbers don’t mean diddly-squat. I know some really fuddy-duddy 20 somethings and some little old ladies in their 70s and 80s I can’t keep up with!

  9. wendy hagen says:

    “Which is a lot like wanting a unicorn for one’s birthday.”
    Come to california. We do have unicorns here.

  10. Karl says:

    Happy early birthday!

  11. ADELA says:

    Ha! I remember that feeling; really, I still have a good memory, especially long-term, which now might include my 40th birthday. I’m 60.

    Hold onto you hat, ’cause you are about to go through what I call the second puberty. Everything’s gonna change, and you’re not gonna like it.

    Then Wheee!! You’re through it, and hot-damn, the new you is pretty darn awesome. A new sense of freedom is born. (Remind you of your twenties?)

    I still want to be skinnier. And taller. I’m starting to give up on that last one.

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