Has 30 days left at being 30

What am I going to do in the next 30 days of my 30 year old life?  Good question.  

30 has been a pretty good year to me and I am sure that the next 30 days will prove to be just as adventurous as the last 335 have been.  

I am not quite sure I am ready to be 31. . . . . then it is officially like you are "in your 30's"

Old. 

Maybe I'll post something everyday for the next 30 days about what I am doing as a 30 year old.  That should keep me, and everyone else thoroughly entertained. Side note, but I am pretty sure my mom had her 5th child when she was 30. I will not be posting about having a child in my 30's. Too bad. 

Is learning how to swim

No really, it is official.  I am really going to learn how to swim.  I am thinking that really it can't do any harm right!?  If anything it will make me look better in a swimsuit while I sit by the side of the pool next summer after I swim my laps.  

Not to mention those "tri suits" are something to behold.  My body in one of those is going to look FANTASTIC 

Not my body pictured below (sadly I don't have that many curves), that is just for reference sake.  

However, I am wondering if November 6th is too lofty of a goal to think that I could do a Triathlon by then. . . .The Turkey Tri.  I think I can. 

I have no worries about the bike (climbing 400 South is one of my strong points) and I can kill it on a 5k run. . . just don't want to drown at the end in the pool.  I would rather die with spandex and a Garmin watch on my wrist or some really great  helmet hair and a jersey tan than with a swim cap and swimsuit on.  I'm much prettier the first two ways (not to mention I have more experience with almost dying when running and riding than I do with swimming so it just seems more natural that way).

But

I'm not going to die, because I'm learning how to swim. 

wants a mini-van

Yep, I pretty much love them. One time when i was in college and test driving cars I was REALLY, REALLY tempted to bring home a Honda Odyssey just to throw my roommates off (and make them laugh -- being hilarious and all, making them laugh was easy to do).

I'm not totally positive where this love of the Honda Odyssey came from, but I just thought that driving a mini-van would be so great and how I would just sit in the front passenger seat while my husband drove and hand out sandwiches and pat his leg and say "good job driving honey" when we were on vacations.  But that would have been the ONLY time I would have made him drive the mini-van.  Honest.  All the other places he went (without family) he totally could have driven his fancy sports car. Fine with me.  I was going to drive the mini-van.

 

(I know you like it. this is the 2010 model)

I really believed that my mini-van love was normal and that a mini-van would obviously be a part of my life in just a few short years (I think that was in like the year 2000). 

sidenote: think of all the improvements that have been made on the Oddesy in 10 years. If it was great in the year 2000 it is phenomenal now I am sure.

Unfortunately for me, I have never dated anyone who felt the same way as me about mini-vans. Like, serious disagreements about the mini-van issue and these were only boys I was dating, but they were very firm on the fact that they would not drive a mini-van and that I wouldn't drive one either if I was married to them. Ridiculous.

One guy that I dated made it very clear that he would NEVER and I repeat NEVER drive a mini van.

Funny how I saw him today, driving a mini-van. I couldn't decide if I should laugh at him or be angry that he is living the life he said he would never live (with someone else as his wife telling him "good job driving honey"). I decided to just laugh. . . . and for the record he didn't look as great driving a mini-van as I had imagined him looking all those years ago.

Oh, and I think it is safe to say that at the rate I am going I won't ever really need a mini-van. If and when I ever have children 3 might be the most I get and they fit just fine in a mid-size SUV.

Maybe mini-van war is a battle I won't ever really have to fight after all.

But I still love them. 

 

Don't be jealous

Seriously. 

Don't be jealous of my really fantastic house and life.  

It looks a little bit like this:  

Here is my empty, always clean table. 

Here is a close-up my always clean stove-top. 

 

And the view from my house is even better:  

Behold, the freeway and the construction crane. 

This is my view that I have as I wash my dishes, in my kitchen (Don't be fooled, I didn't cook.  Remember the always clean table and the finely polished stove top.  I was just washing dishes from the food that I pulled out of the fridge, because it went bad).  

(The sunset was pretty even if it was muted by the big trucks flying by on the freeway and the shadow of the crane)

No, really.  

Don't be jealous that I basically live on the freeway and work too much - just to stay busy, and I don't have time to cook meals or people to eat them with.  

I love living alone on the freeway and wasting money on food that gets thrown away.  

Next time you want to tell me that you wish you were single and how I should just be enjoying this time and how great it is that I can do everything that I want to and travel and spend money like I want and not have to clean up anybody's messes and blah, blah, blah, reconsider. 

(or just reference this blog post) 

I'd trade my pictures for pictures of dirty faces playing in  the sandbox in the backyard and dinnertime disasters and toys on the floor.  So, if that is what you have:  Be grateful, not jealous and think twice before you say something stupid to the single girl in your ward about how lucky she is.  Remember that she probably just put on those stiletto's and that smile to come to church and cried when she was home by herself staring out the window at the freeway full of mini-vans.  Just saying. 

Doesn't know how to date

I don't really usually talk about my dating life on my blog (like ever) and I don't plan on making this into a complaining post.
I just have one thing to say.

I don't know how to date.
Seriously.

Maybe that has been my problem all of these years. 15 years of not knowing how to date. That has got to be the reason why I am not married. Well that, or possibly my short hair. 50/50 chance.

I think I don't know how to, nor want to play the game.
These are things that a 30 something, cute, accomplished, wanting to get married and have a family girl shouldn't have to figure out. If there are rules in this game I am not good at knowing them, keeping them, or even getting my game piece anywhere past the starting line.

Why does it have to be so hard? Or, maybe the real question is why do I make it so hard.

Also, don't tell me that when it is "right" it is "easy" because I don't believe that.

I don't know how to date. I just don't.

On a side note/very related note:
I really hope that he calls again, because if he is like all the others and done after one date then I might have to look into using my money wisely and taking dating lessons instead of swimming lessons and I don't think that dating lessons are going to help me in a triathlon.
Or maybe I'll have to look into hair extensions (much more expensive) since the verdict is still out on whether or not I just don't know how to date or my hair is too short. Let's just hope it isn't both because I would be out of money and then there is a 100% chance that I am not in the game.

End of the dating post.
You won't hear about this again.
Probably.
No Promises.

actually did read the new era this time

Was talking to a friend last night about some decisions I am trying to make and things I am trying to figure out. He suggested that I read an article that he had read in the New Era.

I did.

Twice.

I think I could read it 5 or 6 more times.

Yes, it is that good.

Elder Bednar just has a way.

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