Getting Old

It's official: I'm old. The trends that I wore in high school are back with a vengeance. That my friends, is when you know you're old. I was looking at the Delia's catalogue (I have no idea how I ended up on the mailing list) when I saw a model wearing Doc Marten boots. I lived in my Docs in high school and college. I turned a couple more pages and another model was wearing those Minnetonka Moccasin boots that lace up and have fringe at the top. My childhood, bff, Jenny rocked those boots when no one else would wear them. I know that these trends never ever really go away, but seeing them in a catalogue targeted towards teens really made me feel old.

Thirty is Here

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My countdown to thirty has finally ended! Woo-hoo. I survived my twenties. Barely. Bring on my thirties. I don't feel any older or wiser. I always thought it was funny when I was little and an adult would always ask me on my birthday if I felt any older. Um... no. I would always spend a couple hours wondering what it felt like to feel older, though.

Yesterday Christine and I went on a quest to locate a McDonald's that had a Ronald Mc Donald statue. She decided it would be fun for me to kick Ronald in the crotch. Something everyone needs to do before they turn thirty. We failed. Miserably. Apparently, Mc Donald's took Ronald out of the stores. That just seems wrong. There has to be an old school Mc Donald's somewhere in Minneapolis.

I am off to enjoy my birthday and the beautiful weather. And possibly a nap this afternoon, so I am well-rested for bowling tonight. Ahhh... I must be getting old if I need a nap.

Happy Belated Birthday, America!

Last night in honor of our nation's birthday, my neighborhood was out of control with amateur pyrotechnic displays. I seriously thought I was living in a war zone. They went on until three in the morning. Isn't that a little excessive? And sort of lame. I could see until midnight, but that's the cutoff. I am not against people having fun, but I draw the line at moronic fun. These fireworks were not part of the pack that Target sells, these were full-on, last time I checked, illegal fireworks. Needless to say, I did not get a good night sleep. I went to bed at midnight and I got up again at one because there was no way I was going to fall asleep. I ended up watching television until 2 and went back to bed. Ugh. I'm sort of tired and cranky today.

Minneapolis and St. Paul both put on really good fireworks displays. Our tax dollars probably fund them. Why wouldn't you just go watch those instead of putting on home displays that might risk injury or a setting your house on fire? I just don't get it. I guess I can see sparklers, but not professional pyrotechnics.

The Last Retainer Post- I Promise!

I can eat cereal again! Woo-hoo! Ok, ok. I promise this will be the last post about my retainer and being able to eat again...but it is just too exciting! For a week, I had to eat cereal on one side of my mouth. It was horrible. You wouldn't think it would be that big of a deal, but it is. Anyways, no more on my retainer.

As a side note, two days until I leave my 20's behind me. Woo-hoo. So excited.

Back to Normal

I finally got my retainer fixed today. Woo-hoo! The best part is I can eat like a normal person again. It seriously hurt to eat cereal. I was down to two meals a day and no snacks. I was drinking a lot of Naked juices because they didn't require chewing and are full of good things. Bananas and yogurt worked well, too. I really do not need to lose any amount of weight. It is also nice to talk without having a wire poke me in the tongue.

The Best Birthday Ever

Growing up, I always had such fun birthday parties. They really were nothing special. My parents were quite frugal and at the same time kept things pretty simple. I always had my birthday parties in the backyard with games and cake. That was it. But, when you're five or six that is really all that you need. I never had a fancy birthday party at Mc Donald's with Ronald Mc Donald doing tricks and Grimmace serving up cake. I don't think I ever wanted anything like that, either. I was content with pin-the-tail on the donkey, Simon says, a pinata, and tag. Looking back, my parents were brill ant. They never had to deal with the mess in the house; it was always in the backyard. All they would need is a hose and a garbage bag. The best birthday ever was the year I had a pinata. The thing was constructed so well that my Dad had to get out the wooden baseball bat to break it. He also managed to crush all the candy with his strength. My Mom made the best birthday cakes ever. I always had a white cake with white frosting and strawberry filling on the inside. Yum. It is always amazing how the simplest of things made me so happy. I am sure my memory of my birthday parties is different than my parents. I am sure someone threw up or hit someone or some kid was very annoying. But, even now, 24 years later it still seems like the perfect birthday.

Figuring My Life Out

I think I'm ready for some kind of huge change. Not just a small change like changing my hair color, something big. The past couple of weeks have been bad from a restless standpoint. I just feel like I'm tired of my day to day life. I want to mix things up. I mainly want to find a way to be a serious writer. This is totally different than one of my four Quarter Life Crises. I am determined to make some sort of change, not just angst filled Michelle who hates her life. Ahhhh.. good old angst filled Michelle. She makes me chuckle. Mainly, because my so-called angst was very trivial. One of my co-workers and I were discussing our angst filled high school years and neither of us really had a reason to be all angst-filled. My angst stemmed from growing up in a wealthy suburb.

Anyways, my current situation is different. I am not going to rush into anything. I just need to think things through. I have a possible idea, I just need to work the logistics out. Just having some sort of idea, helps me with my restlessness.

As a random note (well, this whole post has been out there), I am still living life with my retainer wire poking me in the tongue. Grr.... tomorrow I will finally get that taken care of. It is seriously annoying.