I'm almost thirty years old . . . I had one hope--to gain 100 book ratings on Goodreads. I'm at 97!--almost there. If you've read my book(s) and haven't left a rating on Goodreads yet, would you HERE? I'm so close to my thirtieth-year goal ;)
Also, I'm sure most of you know about Slam Dunks and his very thought-provoking blog. Some of his weekly topics include:
--Missing Person Monday
--You-Tube Video of the Week
If you know him, you'll understand how thrilled I was after he read Bible Girl AND related it to an actual case!
You can see that post here: Reading Bible Girl... and Relating It to the Brianna Maitland case
If you haven't read Slam's blog before, you should. It's one of the best out there!
Now, about turning thirty . . .
Yes, my birthday is on groundhog's day. I can't wait to look for my shadow. But I also can't wait to turn thirty!
Confused? Let me explain.
On my birthday two years ago, a friend called and said how sad it is that I'm not thirty yet.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because women in their thirties appreciate life so much more than women in their twenties. In fact, if you have kids when you're over thirty you appreciate them even more. Plus sex is better in your thirties."
I'll turn thirty next week Maybe a light bulb will suddenly turn on in my head and light will shine from my nostrils. I'll finally be able to sing the alphabet backwards; I'll do that front-handspring I never mastered as a kid and my husband will be a very happy man. There's just one problem, a week can be a long time to wait.
So, like a bull being taunted by a man in tights, I'm actually excited to get older. When you turn thirty angels sing. You lose that extra pound you've been hiding in your butt, and your boobs get bigger than a fourth grader's. At least that's what it sounds like--but I don't really know. I'm just an uncool twenty-ager--the crap age.
I'm not a teenager (thank God for that, they keep looking younger and younger) but I'm not in my thirties yet either. I must admit I'm a little scared though. I already appreciate things so much since Zeke died, if I become more appreciative I might explode with gratefulness.