Turning The Dirrty - 3-0!!

Up till about about a month ago, it never occured to me just how difficult turning 30 might be. Maybe it was because I wasn't really paying attention to the fact that my birthday was fast approaching, or maybe because I was so busy with the move back home and unpacking, or maybe I was in silent denial.

The day before I turned the Dirrrty 3-0, it started to attack my emotional being like a bad break up. A break up that I was having with my twenties. In all seriousness, I sat and moped in my pajamas on the last day of twenties, crying and then panicking every two hours.

What have I accomplished?

What haven't I accomplished?

Crap! Will I have time to accomplish?

And even if I did accomplish everything or had tons of time to accomplish the things I haven't accomplished, who was I doing it for? Yes, I was having an emotional break down over the death of my 20's.

I went to bed that night, fighting tears of acceptance that in just a few short hours I would soon have to bubble in "that" category of 30-35 when filling out paperwork

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I didn't sleep much that morning, so ended up waking up super late. I dashed out the doo

r with all the kids, searching my purse for lunch money since I didn't have tim

e to pack them a lunch and walked out the door to find my car like this....

Yep, my sister got me back for her Post-It Note Birthday Pimp My Car Stunt

She ended up joining forces with a few friends and saran wrapped, ribboned up, balloon tied, and beer can stringed my car. Unfortunately, I had about 2 minutes to spare in absolute shock and had to take my boys and the carpool to school.

Yes, it says ANAL on the side - a nickname I've picked up since my name never fit

s on screens and conveniently stops at L. What you don't see, and what I failed to see b

efore the boys did was the B-Word written all over the front of my car. Mortified, I ended up dropping the boys off at the corner of the school and told them to bolt.

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Later in the afternoon, my sister and good friend Cynthia came over with a surprise Portos birthday cake for the hubby and I (our birthdays are two days apart). Then surpris

ed me AGAIN with a surprise dinner with a very special group of friends...

...and Patron - LOTS AND LOTS OF PATRON!

The pictures don't do the experience justice, I am so very very lucky to have a group great girlfriends that I can trust and depend on and for that I count my blessings with each and everyone of you.

Turning 30 wasn't as bad as I thought it would be because of all of your kindness, practical jokes, support, trust, and love. I love my girls =D

Thank you Karen, Cynthia, Aliw, Akit, Tricia, Ana, and Ada - friendships are not counted by the quantity in which you are surrounded by, but by the quality of those friendships you hold dear.

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A hangover and almost a week later, I've come to terms with having to admit that I am NOW 30 years old. I feel accomplished in so many levels and instead of saying that i have never done this or haven't done this or will never do that I pay tribute to the twenties in which I lived a life people in their 30's have yet to experience.

• When I turned 20, I got to give birth to my future and saw Love at First Sight stare right back at me.
  
• When I turned 23, I got engaged to the love of my life and was never more confident to say yes in less than a second
• When I turned 24, I gave birth to love and my future again. Then 3 short months later walked down the church aisle into the arms of the man who will love me always and forever
• When I turned 26, we bought our first home.
  
• When I turned 27, I gave birth to love and the future yet again. Learning more about myself as a mother.
• When I turned 28, I learned that deception and friendship DO go hand in hand, then learned that my real friends were always there by me though I turned my back a few times.
  

It wasn't an easy road, but a road less traveled or seen by bystanders too afraid to take the first step. Although I will never say I'm a 20-something year old again, I'm okay with it.

It was in my teens I made a lot of dumb decisions, it was in my twenties I learned to accept those decisions, and it will be in my thirties where I will value those decisions and embrace them.