The Big 3-OH MF!

Well, one week ago tomorrow I turned the big and whopping 3-OH. I have now entered into the next decade of life as we know it but hey, who's counting? I never really thought about the whole age thing at all but on my big day I was filling out an application for the gym and there it was in big letters.....AGE:_______. I took the pen and that's when it hit me, holy shit I'm 30! Does that mean I have to actually grow up now?? Nah...that's just silly. A million and one things were running through my mind about growing old. First, it appears to me now just a week after turning 30 that I am getting wrinkles. Ironically, I never really noticed them before. Did you know that in those silly beauty magazines they have us women separated out into ages...i.e. beautiful in your 20's, 30's etc...ugh! Now I have to buy that good face cream to fight the drooping and wrinkles that come with age. Look out pocket book. Second, my biological clock is ticking at an accelerated pace now. Did you know that your fertility rate starts to decline after age 27? Well, I do..I have got a lot of work to do now. Third, my hair now starts thinning (like I need that) and the rate of growth starts slowing down. I also have a decreased metabolism to look forward to so I now not only do I need to join a gym but I have to work harder at it. Great! Turning 30, however, does not have to be a death sentence. NO, I don't have a mortgage yet but I've gotten to travel and live in different parts of Canada and create great friendships and amazing memories. NO, I don't have any children yet, yet is the key word but I got to marry the man I love and guess what, he loves me too...how great is that! We even have a wonderful doggie. My body is still looking okay (need to work on that a bit-lol) and is still functioning smoothly at the moment. NO, I am not 20-something but I am also not in those teeny or 20-something years where everything is so dramatical and friends are sometimes hard to pick from the foes. The friends that I have are real, honest, and there for you, as I would be for them. In only ten more years I will be 40 and look back on 30 and think I was a young chick. Most importantly, I got ID'd last night for buying a lottery ticket...YES ME. It felt great actually, and when he thanked me (a young guy too) for showing him my ID I appropriately thanked him back, after all I am 11 years over the limit!!!

I had a brief moment of foolish thinking then I thought about it and there's a lot of good things about being 30, yes I said good things...I don't mind turning 30 and at this age I almost know what I want out of life and that's pretty good in my books.

Mrs. Haim

Well last night I watched "The Two Corey's" for the first time. For those youngin's out there the two Corey's are Corey Feldman and my childhood love Corey Haim. I used to love Corey Haim growing up especially after I saw the movie Licence to drive. The way that the end of his lip curls up...ugh used to drive me nuts. I used to have a poster on my wall of him back then from one of those teeny bopper magazines that I used to read and I had to take it down cause it was just too much. On the show last night apparently he is looking for Mrs. Haim in his life. I have to declare now that if I wasn't a Mrs. Fagan the next best would be Mrs. Haim, Mrs. Corey Haim and he would have the licence to drive me anytime. After all this time I only find out now that he was from Toronto. If I would have known that he was that close well I would have went there years ago!! Now at almost 30 years old I feel like that 12 year old girl everytime I watch Corey Haim on TV and I am in just total awww...it's pathetic I know but c'mon people it's Corey Haim for crying out loud.