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Being 30 Means…

Being 30 means so many different things. Earlier bedtimes, eating healthy. No caffeine. Learning to like shows like Matlock. You know, that sort of thing. Come on Mike, I’m just trying to give you things to look forward to. You only turn 30 once! I promise, I won’t sing to you. Consider it a present. Welcome to the third decade – I promise, it’s pretty good. Hope you have a great day! Happy Birthday!

By Christine

Christine is an Avenger of Sexiness. Her Superpower is helping Hot Mamas grow their Confidence by rediscovering their Beauty. She lives in the Heights in Houston, Texas, works as a boudoir photographer, and writes about running a Business of Awesome. In her spare time, she loves to knit, especially when she travels. She & her husband Mike have a food blog at Spoon & Knife.

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11 replies on “Being 30 Means…”

Well you know, my boyfriend was 35 when we started dating. Or from his point of view when he started going out with a hot little 21 year old. So definitely good stuff to look forward to. Heh.

I’m sorry, but even turning 40 didn’t make me like Matlock. I doubt that 50 will do it either.

early? bed? healthy eating? no *caffeine*??? uh, well, um, i’m like forty-one, and i haven’t got there yet. i’m so immature 🙂

yes i know i should be better to this body, it’s mad at me, i know. *sigh*

“you only turn 30 once.”
Mike – heed those words. You have already turned thirty once. This can’t be your thirtieth birthday again. Confess.

My 30th birthday was great. I bought a new car, went out to a nice restaurant, and had a great time.

The day I stop having caffeine is they day they shut the lid on my coffin!

Thanks for the birthday wishes, Christine. It’s true: I have been in my 30’s for one full year now, and today makes 31. Isn’t it all downhill from here?

Just for the record: I quit caffeine on my own, and not because my doctor in the geriatric ward told me it was bad for my health.

Ok, FINE. I’m senile at nearly 33. 😉 And I knew you quit caffeine on your own, I just needed an excuse to ping your blog. And you never post, so I had to find something – anything – to tie it in.

Never trust anyone over 30
This morning I woke up to find a half dozen e-cards in my inbox and birthday wishes scattered around the

When you reach 30 you suddenly realise your a mere mortal!

For me, 30 means your back starts hurt’n, you’re in bed by 9pm, you start listening to soft rock at a low volume, you think twice about eating that double bacon cheese burger, you can’t remember who you went to high school with, and yes, you suddenly realize you are mortal. Nicely said.

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