Peony, OK, I am happy then (see Pansy smiling). But you didn’t say anything about being Russian…j\/k, j\/k, nothing against being Russian at all.<\/p>\n
Turning 30<\/b><\/p>\n
This past Feast of St. Nicholas<\/a> I had the priviledge of turning 30 for the first and last time of my life. I am kind of wigged because I feel so old. I do not feel old chronologically, on the contrary I still feel quite young. But that is what bugs me. I mean I feel like I am too old to enjoy some of the things I do like my little sci fi and pop culture perks-I am way to old to get things like Scooby Doo checks even though this is what my heart desires. Not to worry people, blue safety all the way. Another example: about a year and a half ago, I said to my oldest teenage brother something was “off the hook” and he stopped and said I was too old to say that. Yikes! I took it with a grain of salt because he is a nerd anyway.<\/p>\n This is all so weird because my husband and I got married nearly a decade ago and have been parents since. I have spent my entire 20’s wondering when I am going to officially feel “grown up” even though I was married with adult repsonsibilities.<\/p>\n To be honest, something magical did happen when I hit the big three-O. In my twenties, people always felt the need to offer some type of criticism for the choices I made (they still do and always will-human nature). I took these observations very personally and second guessed everything I did. Now I am quite content to say, “nope, I don’t agree”-well, maybe not to their faces, but in my head. I guess being able to say that to their faces will happen when I turn 40?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Peony, OK, I am happy then (see Pansy smiling). But you didn’t say anything about being Russian…j\/k, j\/k, nothing against being Russian at all. Turning 30 This past Feast of St. Nicholas I had the priviledge of turning 30 for the first and last time of my life. I am kind of wigged because I… Continue reading Peony, OK, I am happy<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-76","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/76","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=76"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/76\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=76"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=76"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=76"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}