I turned thirty last week and so far it has been great. I made myself a giant turkey dinner and basically feasted for days. Just my style.
There is a lot of hoopla around birthdays ending in zero - and the suggestion that you need to do something big. So I talked to my dad about it to see if he wanted to help me do something 'big'.
Me: Hey Dad - your only baby daughter is turning thirty! How about sending me to Cuba for my birthday?
Dad: You know what? I have a gift card for Swiss Chalet that I got for Christmas. I thought we should have that for your birthday.
He wouldn't be my dad if had replied anything different than that. We had birthday Swiss Chalet take-out last Wednesday with my bros and it was absolutely delicious. It was 'big' enough for me.
My turning thirty is a big deal for my parents - I'm the baby of the family and the baby is now thirty! Yesterday I was chatting with dad on the phone and all of a sudden he said:
Dad: I realize you are now over thirty so I am not going to call you my baby anymore. Because you are not a baby. ... So what should I call you?
Me: You should call me... Power of Attorney.
And we laughed and laughed. Sometimes dad sets them up and I knock them down. Plus I really could do some good if I was in charge of his finances... like a trip to Cuba! :)
There is a lot of hoopla around birthdays ending in zero - and the suggestion that you need to do something big. So I talked to my dad about it to see if he wanted to help me do something 'big'.
Me: Hey Dad - your only baby daughter is turning thirty! How about sending me to Cuba for my birthday?
Dad: You know what? I have a gift card for Swiss Chalet that I got for Christmas. I thought we should have that for your birthday.
He wouldn't be my dad if had replied anything different than that. We had birthday Swiss Chalet take-out last Wednesday with my bros and it was absolutely delicious. It was 'big' enough for me.
My turning thirty is a big deal for my parents - I'm the baby of the family and the baby is now thirty! Yesterday I was chatting with dad on the phone and all of a sudden he said:
Dad: I realize you are now over thirty so I am not going to call you my baby anymore. Because you are not a baby. ... So what should I call you?
Me: You should call me... Power of Attorney.
And we laughed and laughed. Sometimes dad sets them up and I knock them down. Plus I really could do some good if I was in charge of his finances... like a trip to Cuba! :)