By 30, I "should" have ...
6. A past juicy enough that you’re looking forward to retelling it in your old age.
I definitely have had my moments while in college. There was the time I stood in my underwear on the street corner for honks. Wouldn't you like to know more about that? You would...you know it...
I definitely have had my moments while in college. There was the time I stood in my underwear on the street corner for honks. Wouldn't you like to know more about that? You would...you know it...
7. The realization that you are actually going to have an old age -- and some money set aside to help fund it.
Le sigh. I don't want to get old. Not, that I don't want to fulfill my life. Not that at all. I just don't like change. I like the constant. The normal. The wake up at 6:45am, get semi-dressed for work, trudge to work while listening to Ryan's Roses on KissFM, tap away at the keyboard, eat my lunch, work my ass off some more, then speed home like a racer so I can work out/drink wine/email Mr. Wookie on the boat/drunken text Mommy McD with weird questionnaires like, "Zits or diarrhea?"
Le sigh. I don't want to get old. Not, that I don't want to fulfill my life. Not that at all. I just don't like change. I like the constant. The normal. The wake up at 6:45am, get semi-dressed for work, trudge to work while listening to Ryan's Roses on KissFM, tap away at the keyboard, eat my lunch, work my ass off some more, then speed home like a racer so I can work out/drink wine/email Mr. Wookie on the boat/drunken text Mommy McD with weird questionnaires like, "Zits or diarrhea?"
So while I avoid the potential for old age, I do support my retirement fund with a whopping 12.5% draw each month. It's not much, and there isn't any matching at work since they haven't done that in years. But I've got a nice start - and it'll be fine when I'm of the age for wrinkles but don't have any thanks to Botox. ;)
8. An email address, a voice mailbox, and a bank account -- all of which nobody has access to but you.
Yes: a work one, a personal one, and a blog-related one -- all mine
Yes: a work one, a personal one, and a blog-related one -- all mine
Yes: a personal one and a work one -- all mine.
Yes: a personal one -- all mine. We're believers in "his," "hers," and "joint" bank accounts with percentages drawn to the middle for those joint purchases like groceries, home needs, liquor runs ;), etc. Then there's the personal account - the one where I can buy bras, swimsuits, or anything else I want, because I can.
9. A résumé that is not even the slightest bit padded.
Who doesn't pad their resume? ;) Or maybe the better question would be, who doesn't beef up their resume? While I worked for a law firm in Virginia, I not only name dropped that it was a Legal 500 - I dropped the gem that it was a Legal 100 law firm. Because what sounds better? It's all about getting the interview, because without that you don't have anything.
Who doesn't pad their resume? ;) Or maybe the better question would be, who doesn't beef up their resume? While I worked for a law firm in Virginia, I not only name dropped that it was a Legal 500 - I dropped the gem that it was a Legal 100 law firm. Because what sounds better? It's all about getting the interview, because without that you don't have anything.
10. One friend who always makes you laugh and one who lets you cry.
Can this be the same person? Because I can remember calling her, while she was about to go into the gym for a work-out, and telling her the sad news about Sweet Pea. And she cancelled her work-out for the morning since I was obviously more important to listen to than NPR on the treadmill. Thanks McD.
My heart goes out to those deployed/detached right now. They're missing the Olympics. So in their honor, I'm sporting my Red, White, and Blue and screaming "Go Amuurrica!" while the cyclists climb and downhill the cute English neighborhoods. Mind the gap.
Can this be the same person? Because I can remember calling her, while she was about to go into the gym for a work-out, and telling her the sad news about Sweet Pea. And she cancelled her work-out for the morning since I was obviously more important to listen to than NPR on the treadmill. Thanks McD.
My heart goes out to those deployed/detached right now. They're missing the Olympics. So in their honor, I'm sporting my Red, White, and Blue and screaming "Go Amuurrica!" while the cyclists climb and downhill the cute English neighborhoods. Mind the gap.
Oh darling, I don't listen to NPR! I watch *quality* programming! Like, "Khloe and Lamar", "Live with Kelly", and "Million Dollar Listing". ;)
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