For my 30th birthday, I knew I wanted to do something grand. I love adventure. I love travel. I love to experience new things, so why not indulge a little…? I remember making the discovery years prior that my 30th birthday fell on a Saturday and decided informally that I had to take advantage. Originally I gave the responsibility to Fella to plan something in my honor, but as I tend to do, I began fantasizing all the wonderful possibilities and eventually opted to plan my own celebration (with Fella’s
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I’m turning 30 at the end of the month and unlike many in my situation, I’m looking forward to adding that figurative checkmark to the mythical box next to “survived my 20s.” I’ve not really been much of a fan of my 20s; you’re no longer a kid and you’re not quite an adult throughout most of the decade. Struggling becomes a way of life so much so that if you find yourself comfortable, you think, “What’s going to go wrong?” I’ve always felt that my 30s are going to be a better fit for my personality. I can say with confidence that I finally have my shit together and am happy with where I am and that’s just at 29. Imagine what the next 10 years could look like…
What… you don’t have a birthday tutu? Huh… weird.
Hello and welcome to my blogging birthday party hosted by me, the hostess with the mostest, the birthday gal!
Now before you make yourself comfortable, I have to ask that you make your way to the nearest sink and wash your hands; we are in the midst of a global pandemic–can’t be too careful. While you wash your grubby mitts, you must sing happy birthday (x2) to me, Bex, loud enough for me to hear. I’ve been singing it to myself for the past week and a half and my hands are practically sparkling. Feel free to continue this process after today.
Fella and I have officially completed 1 year of marriage. I cannot wrap my head around the fact that a year ago today I was enjoying my honeymoon in Belize. Take me back!
After a wedding there are 2 go-to questions on everyone’s minds: a) When are you having kids, and b) Has anything changed since getting married? (Or if you’re my slightly obnoxious aunt: where is my gosh darn thank you letter!?) As far as kids, that’s a hard pass; at least for now. But has anything changed in our relationship since our nuptials? No, not really. He’s still my best friend. He’s still a great dog daddy. He still contributes to
I’m writing out my life in a timeline, so to experience my story the way its supposed to be told, start at I Was That Girl In School… then proceed chronologically by post date.
It wasn’t the typical storybook love affair girls romanticize about by any means, but at the time, it was my fairytale.
We met on the school bus. I greeted him in the early hours when he first got on and asked him his name (this forwardness was, nor has it ever been, my thing, but on this particular bus, everyone was family). He was wearing ratty jeans and a tie-dye t-shirt topped off with a choker that showed off a Crush bottle cap (the orange soda…). Interesting. The next time Continue reading