Testing the Waters

First things first:

A HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who checked in yesterday to see the new blog title. I really appreciate all of your support and all of your wicked comments and general awesomeness.

Now, let’s talk about being 30 shall we? I had an awesome birthday weekend. The Boy and my parents planned a “surprise” birthday party for me on Saturday. I say surprise beause while I didn’t know who would be there or what exactly was involved I did have a feeling that something was up. Basically the Boy’s best/worst quality is his inability to lie to me. This is an excellent quality to have in a husband in general with the exception of surprises. While he didn’t tell me outright, he did talk about iron the phone beside me about 5 times. And when I would ask a question like “why are you texting that person?” His answer was “What? Nothing!” followed by an awkward attempt to change the topic.

Nonetheless, I did not know I would be involved in golfing – awesome.  And I had no idea who would be there. So I was pleasantly surprised with who made the trek and super excited to see some of my favourite wee people.

And on the actual day? Other than trying to launch my new piece of cyberspace, I had lunch with my old boss and spent the day chilling with the Boy. My first compressed work week day happened to fall on my b-day so one of the best parts of the day was sending the Boy off to work in the morning and rolling over for a little more shut eye.

Does it make me old that I only slept until 8am?

Probably.

But us 30 year olds do like to get a good start on the day.

BFF Kristyn, her husband John and I share May as our birthday month. Every year since we were 15 Kristyn has asked me if she should take the plunge to the next year. Well, this year I say c’mon in guys – I’m pretty sure the thirties are going to rock!

The Last Friday

This is it.  The last Friday post on The Twenties Roar.  *single tear*

I wasn’t sure how to do it.  Do I post a video? Or maybe do a fast five?

Well hell, I figure it’s the last Friday – let’s do both.

Five Reasons I love The Twenties Roar:

  1. I will always love that The Twenties Roar was my first blog – you always remember your first right? Well, this was mine.  I carved out my own little piece of the blogosphere and told the world what I thought. Amazing.
  2. The Twenties Roar made me some new friends.  I never really thought that anyone other than my immediate family would follow me.  I can still remember getting the email that told me a stranger subscribed to my blog.  I think I might have cried. I definitely reported it to The Boy as my BIG NEWS of the day.  Now I have MANY strangers that follow along, and some of those strangers have become my bloggy friends.  It’s a weird little thing, that I think only bloggers get – but I think it’s awesome.
  3. It made me discover SO MANY BLOGS! And LEARN so many new things.  My Google Reader is STACKED with files on knitting, baking, cookies (yes those are separate from baking), veggie meals, DIY, and hundreds of ideas for our someday house. Oddly, I didn’t really start reading blogs until I started writing one – so I have this little blog to thank for that too.
  4. An archive.  I LOVE that I have all of my thoughts are here in one little spot. I love that I have all of my anxiety and excitement about planning our W-day are here. Written down. And I love that I wouldn’t have done it in a paper journal in a million years.
  5. Therapy. Writing has always been therapeutic for me.  The journals I do have are really sad and negative from periods in my life where I needed to write it out in order to work out my feelings. That makes for a pretty negative record (see above).  But The Twenties Roar has been a space where I’ve been able to work out some of the stress of being in my twenties, living with a boy, not having ducks. And I’ve gotten a lot of support for the posts that I’ve published.  (Thanks for that by the way!) I’ve also been able to work out some of my less publishable stress by writing here and keeping it private. (Yes, it’s true I don’t publish every single thought in my head) Typically the posts I don’t make public are those that effect someone else who hasn’t chosen to make their lives public – and I’m fine with that – but sometimes I still need the therapy and The Twenties Roar has been that for me.

Now a video – a YouTube Friday that I saw last night.  Lion tries to eat baby.  You’re welcome Brother.

 

The Twenties Roar has been good to me, and hopefully you’ve gotten something out of it too.  I’m really sad to say goodbye to the title. But I’m also really excited to start fresh with a new blog.  It feels rejuvenating.

Thank you to each and every person who has ever read a single post on this little blog. I appreciate the love and support more than I could ever say. I hope you’ll continue to check in with me at my new home. And I hope even more that I’m able to smoothly transition you to the new site – eek! Just in cases, there might be ONE more post here, to direct you to my new home.

Have a GREAT weekend – and maybe wish me luck!

Predicting the Future

First things First.  A little housekeeping.

  1. I have renamed my blog. I won’t reveal until Monday – D-day if you will. But the blog has a name. Thank goodness. Creativity on a deadline is truly a bitch!  Luckily I will never have to go through that again.  That is your clue.  This new blog name is permanent.
  2. I’m hoping that sometime between now and Monday I will be able to figure out a way to transfer from The Twenties Roar to – New Blog Title without messing up your subscriptions, Google Reader settings etc. etc.  I’m not feeling terribly confident that I’m going to be able to do it – so if I can’t, please accept my 1000 apologies and follow the link to the new blog where you can subscribe again.  That is the worst case scenario – I’m really hoping I can figure it out on my own and it won’t inconvenience anyone. Fingers Crossed.
  3. I have made another 2 recipes from Vegan Cooking for Carnivores – this is my review, Ellen and Portia are seriously lucky that Roberto Martin is their chef.  Seriously this book is so yummy!

Alright. Now that that’s out of the way and we looked back on the Twenties –  let’s look forward shall we?

Now, life goals or bucket list type things – I’m not so much about those yet.  I don’t really have the ability to think that far ahead. And also planning things to do before I die = creepy.

So instead I’m going to go with things I’m looking forward to about my thirties. In general.  No specific time frames. (Read – Mom and Mom-in-Law don’t get too excited about some of these things)

  1. Feeling like I’ve got a PL.  What’s a PL? It’s the first half of PLAN. The twenties are “exciting” or “filled with anxiety” depending on your outlook and for me the most stressful part of what is supposed to be exciting is not having even a P. Never mind putting ducks in a row, for most of my twenties I didn’t have ducks. Or a pond. Or anything.  I went to school for the majority of the decade, and with post-graduation came a lot of feelings that I was behind the 8-ball in general.  I looked at people I went to High School with who had big kid jobs, were getting married and buying houses and I felt like I was falling behind… fast.  Of course the rational part of me would say I did more school than most – but sometimes the rational brain doesn’t really kick in full blast. Anyway, I don’t really feel like that anymore.  Sure now I have friends who have husbands, and houses, and babies – maybe it’s because I can see those things on the horizon, or maybe I’m just feeling oddly calm and positive today – but I don’t really feel like I’m behind.  I’ve got a PL, and that’s good enough.
  2. Working in an organization that has opportunity for movement. I know I can’t rule the world right away, but I’ve found myself on the receiving end of some very nice comments in my first 6 months at the new job. “People” (I don’t know who) are “noticing my ability to write.” I don’t know what this means or what opportunities these “people” have in mind. But the fact that I know opportunities exist is pretty great.  I think it’s probably helping with the calm feelings about the PL.
  3. Being healthy.  I’ve been sick and on antibiotics for most of my Twenties.  Nothing super serious – I’m not dying or anything, but it’s definitely taken a toll on my system.  I’ve spent the last 4 years fighting to get things under control, and it’s going well – but I’m looking forward to having it go well and then some.  The Boy is probably reading this and thinking – “Oh God, we’re going to cut out meat even more!” and planning his speech about how he’s not becoming a vegetarian.  Calm down Boy.  No one asked you to be a vegetarian.  I think every person’s food “journey” is a personal one, and all I’m saying is I’m looking forward to continuing on that path of wellness.
  4. Travel.  The Boy and I have been nowhere.  That’s not true. As a kid I have seen most of Canada – it’s a pretty awesome country, and various cities in the US.  The Boy has been to Florida, Calgary and Mt. Tremblant.  That’s about it. While I’m hoping we can cross an ocean sooner rather than later, I’ll be happy with the ability to discover new places with The Boy. Canada, United States, Sunny Island in the middle of winter or top of the Eiffel Tower – I’ll take any of it.
  5. Family.  When I was thinking back on my Twenties I was reminded of how many times a member of my immediate family tried to check out early.  I don’t like that. While we were all extremely close to start with, I’m looking forward to that continuing without the various health crises.  Do you hear that family? I’m predicting everyone is going to stay healthy and we will continue to be ridiculously close. Please do your part.  Thank you.
  6. Family 2.0. Yes, it’s true.  At some point The Boy and I will expand our little family.  Not now.  Not even soon. But sometime.  I’m looking forward to that. That is all.

Six things. Should we take bets on how many things pan out? I’m obviously hopeful that they all do – because honestly, I don’t think they’re a whole lot to ask. But I’m pretty certain they won’t all go smoothly, or maybe they will go smoothly but not in the particular smooth way I think they should. That’s life right?!

 

What do you think? Do big birthdays make you revisit your PLAN (or PL if that’s all you’ve got so far)?

Also – has anyone out there transitioned a blog? If you can help me out – I’d love you forever.  I don’t have much, but I do have knit-wear. Anyone?!

 

The Countdown is on…

T minus 20 days people. D-day is coming.

May 7. This girl turns the big 3-0.

30 means a few things.

1. I am old – (I’m actually not that freaked out – I just like to be dramatic, don’t tell the Boy)

2. My twenties have come to an end.

3. (And this is the most important) The Twenties Roar is no longer appropriate.

On Saturday night while the Boy was watching “Bering Sea Gold” – one of the more quality shows on Discovery – (read: it’s ridiculous) I started to think about turning 30. Do you know what I found out? thedirtythirties.wordpress.com is taken but not active. Balls. I could go legit and become thedirtythirties.ca but this hiccup in my plan gave me pause to try and think of something else.

I’ve gone over why I think The Dirty Thirties works: the thirties are all about kids (eventually) and kids are all about poop and poop is dirty – and that’s funny.  Plus another historical reference – history + consistency = awesome. Third, if the twenties are all about everything being exciting and new, then maybe I can anticipate the thirties being all about getting down and dirty (get your mind out of the gutter) – I’m married, I have a job, I’m now making decisions on how I want to live my life – for reals.

But on the other hand…

The Dirty Thirties lasts me another 10 years. And while yes, that’s likely an ample time frame – part of me thinks I should be thinking of something that’s permanent. Brandable. Won’t solicit viewers that are looking for porn.

But here’s the issue – I can’t think of another option.

So – fellow bloggers… I’m not looking for you to give me a new title (though if you’ve got something brilliant please feel free to share) rather, how did you name your blog? And did you have to change the name of your blog – my God how did you do it?

Go.

Someone is 30 and it’s not Me!

Dear Boy,

Happy Birthday! It’s a pretty big one, and it’s days like today that a little part of me is happy you’ve got a year on me.  I’ve still got another year of Roaring Twenties, while you my dear are firmly planted in the Dirty Thirties as of today.  Hooray!

I kid.  I only tease because you seem unfazed by this monumental b-day.  Just another day to you which is a pretty good attitude I must say.

We’ve got a pretty big year coming up – 100 days to go! And maybe I’ll take just a little minute to say a big thank you for being so awesome through the whole W-day planning process.  You’ve been so level headed and easy going even when I’m going crazy for seemingly no reason (although there’s always a reason).  I love you for that. No wonder we work so well together!

But just because this next year is going super exciting doesn’t mean the last one wasn’t super awesome too let’s review:

 We caught a baseball game at Tiger Stadium

We had a hard time focussing on the game

We went on a mini vacation to Ottawa.  We didn’t get engaged there…

But we DID practice our camouflage skills

We had our first harvest from our own veggie garden

We went to A LOT of weddings and started thinking about our own in 2020

We took in a Shred Kelly concert

We made our (now) annual trip to Florida

While there we watched the Leafs lose… terribly

Oh right! And we got engaged!

We started a hunt for a venue – your favourite new passtime

When we finally found one you were SO excited!

We got our first Christmas tree together

And thought about getting a dog (okay maybe that was just me)

We made our second trip to Calgary

After a long cold winter, spring finally came and you were back on the links

Another year and another decade has passed. But don’t worry – we’ve only just begun!

 

HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY BUDDY!

XOXO