The big Three-O

Well, Tuesday came and went no problem. Turning thirty had no affect on the world whatsoever, and I even managed to wake up on Wednesday morning. When I was a little younger I used to think that thirty was pretty damn old, and now that I am thirty, it doesn't feel too much different than 21. It does take a little longer to recover from the boozin, but other than that I don't feel much older. Life is good at thirty. I have a good wife, my dog likes me, cat doesn't want to kill me very often, and all my family and friends are healthy. I have a lot of friends, and not many enemies(just ducks that eat my garbage, and the poh-lice). I am pretty content right now. The worst part about the first thirty years is that you don't remember part of it: being born through age 5, and the "college/alcohol years". Not that the first 30 weren't memorable, but I think the best is yet to come. Who knows, maybe if the Internet stays popular, aliens don't attack the earth, and I don't get eaten by the Sasquatch, I will be blogging for another 30 years! (once a week if your lucky, but keep in mind, Past performance does not guarantee future results.)