Wordless Wednesday - Thirty Flirty and Thriving

Hello I say to myself in the mirror.  BLAHHH the crows feet snarl back.  EEEK the white kinky hairs clamor.  Today I can no longer say I'm in my 20's.  It comes with mixed feelings.  I see the signs of aging.  I'm done having babies.  I haven't accomplished all my goals.  But Jenna Rink dreamed of being "thirty, flirty and thriving" and in this month's Glamour Reese Witherspoon goes on and on about how good it feels to be in her 30's.  And I've always felt like it's a time for me to be settled and comfortable.  Reese feeling more sexy than ever gives me some hope that that may come, maybe next month.  But not today.

Today I will be at the spa.  All.Day.Long!  I will have a glass of wine, have my hair done, my scalp massaged, a glass of wine, a sea salt scrub, a whole body massage (minus the tids and bits), a vichy shower, a glass of wine, a steam shower and a glass of wine.  Then my darling husband will provide dinner and dessert (psst, don't forget dessert Nip!).  And wine.  And maybe I'll watch 13 Going on 30.  Maybe I'll watch Cocoon.  But today will be a good day!

For a very special Wordless/Wordful Wednesday I present you with a little humor at my expense.



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1 and sharing my sisters 10th (our days are 5 apart).  Notice my wardrobe malfunction?  Some things never change.

 

3 with my favorite style birthday cake.  I've always been odd.

  

5 and hideous.  I'll never cut my daughter's hair short.  Be it round brushes or gum or tar stuck in there, never cutting it!

Holly Hobby quilt?  Check.  NKOTB posters?  Check.  Best friend necklace?  Check.  Friendship bracelets?  Check.  Acid washed jeans?  Too too far.

 We'll skip the teen years.  Partly because I couldn't find the photos but mostly because it consisted of wearing big baggy clothes, painted on eyebrows and other embarrassing things that happen when you don't have a mom telling you what's right and what's just plain wrong.



My 1st born, big 10 pound boy and the last time I saw my girls.



The first time ever I saw the ocean.  York Beach, New Hampshire.

My last born, my sweet baby girl.

A little living in Kentucky.  We'll call this a bad detour in life.

My first Mother's Day with all my children.  That's right.  One boy.  One girl.  Perfection!