Happy Birthday to ME!

Well, I did it! I jumped! I jumped out of a perfectly good plane. Whewwwhooo! That jump suit did me no justice and neither did the camera BUT I was cute enough to work it!!…Sorry, vanity moment.  My friends Virginia, Melinda, and Tiffany were there for support.

In any event, it was great. That first toss out of the plane is a doozy. My friend Virginia described it best….”sensory overload.” My eyes were closed initially but a few seconds later I had eyes wide open. It’s a little scary, I was trying to adjust to the falling and the wind in my face. Ya know, ya never really know a lot of skin until it’s flappin’ in the wind…not attractive! I was trying to adjust to the rapid wind inundating my face…I wasn’t sure if I could handle breathing. I thought the written directives that said breathe were just a “calm down” joke.

I was supposed to hold on to my harness after we jumped out of the plane until I was given the okay to spread my arms out. Wouldn’t you know it, the independent “she-ra” in me let my arms fly before being given any sort of notification. What, I’m supposed to remember everything once I’m up in the air?!

My legs were back like they were supposed to be my arch was on point and I didn’t scream, like Virginia. I pulled my own rip cord (parachute), yes, after being reminded to look at my altimeter. Once the parachute was out, I was good. It was smooth sailing from there. We went over how to land and then we spun in circles. It was too cool! My instructor asked while we were parachuting if I would do it again, I said and pardon my French, “I don’t know, that initial jump out of the plane is a bitch!”

Even though I looked like Medusa at the head once we landed, I had a good time, my instructor said I did very well. Whether or not he says that often even if the jumper has thrown up on him is beyond me! I’ll take the compliment.

Well, I’m off for Thai….food. Yeah, no more planes today.

Time is running out…..!

Oh no! Time is running out! I’ll be thirty tomorrow. The big 3-0. I’m nervous and excited all at the same time; not because I’m turning 30 but because I’m jumping out of a plane. That’s right, the cat’s out of the bag. I’m going skydiving….oh my gosh; can you believe it?! I hope not to scream all the way down like my friend Virginia. As I write this, she just said she didn’t scream all the way down….just maybe the first 20 seconds. Twenty seconds is long enough (I personally think it was more) because her intructor sought me out to let me know she screamed all the way down. I’m stoked! My mother doesn’t know, she will after the fact….maybe.

I certainly don’t feel thirty. I hope like hell I don’t look thirty. Maybe I’ll look into doing some grown up things once I turn thirty…..what those will be, I don’t know. Any suggestions?

Is the ballet boring or am I just getting old?

I went to the ballet, Saturday night, and saw the NutCracker. It was my first ballet. I enjoyed it, I did. However, there were moments when my eyes were truly heavy and going to sleep sounded like a pretty fashionable idea. Perhaps, it was the time it started….7:30pm is sorta’ late, right. Maybe I’m just a matinee kinda’ gal. Maybe I’m just getting old; keeping up with the night owls is perhaps not my thing any more. Of course, if 7:30pm is night “owlish” then I’m just too damn content with low stimulation and should probably get my behind in gear and do something. Maybe I’m just tired. Who knew waiting until the last minute to get grades done could be so tiring! :-p

Back again!

Alright, can you tell that I’m not really a blogger. Opening up to the world is far from my cup of tea. As I draw closer to 30, I realize….I couldn’t be cuter! There was my moment of “vanity.” If I don’t believe it, no one else will. In any event, I’m deciding what to do…ya know, what things can/should I do that I haven’t done before.

 To some of you, I have mentioned the following:

• Laser Tag
• Guitar lessons
• Deep sea fishing
• Hunting.

Well, Laser tag is a strong possibility…so all of you whimps that won’t go paintballing with me, perhaps you will join this endeavor. Guitar lessons, well, one of the instructors at work told me I’d have to cut the nails on my left hand. Yeah, it took years to get these nails….I don’t see me cutting them…they’re fabulous. Uh, oh, more vanity. My friend Shelley, has volunteered her husband and her son to assist in my deep sea fishing and hunting excursion. We’ll see if that happens.

 Do you all have suggestions!?

Let the Pilgrimage Begin!

Well, today officially begins my 30 days ’til 30. Hmmm, I already feel older from the simple fact that I am glorifying, in a way, the fact that I’m getting older. Enough babble! So, my friend decided to do something new everyday. Yeah, that’s not happening here. I did, however, do something new today but don’t ask! In any event, I’m actually excited. I should probably have my estrogen levels checked as the impression I get from women (a.k.a. television) is that leaving the twenties is depressing. Either way it goes, I’m not going to be one of those women who happens to be twenty-nine for 3 years in a row!

A Graceful Exit

Welcome to Thirty Days ’til 30: The Blog Site. Here is where I shall document the 30 day pilgrimage to…30 years of age. Peruse and enjoy my thoughts, my rants, and possible anxieties of Exiting my twenties!