30 and still alive

hellllllooooooo!!! i am still alive and kicking. really i am. i have to admit that my lack of bloggin has been a combination of being rediculously busy and having to come to terms with the fact that i am no longer a spring chicken. i kept meaning to write, but then at the back of my mind it would always gnaw away at me that writing would mean admitting that yes, i have actually reached and surpassed the big 30.

30 is not so bad really. except for the days when conversations make there way to being about something that happened while i was in high school, and at first i think that was like 5 years ago. and then i think "holy shit, that was 15 years ago"! i guess this is how it is when you are truly a grown up. and i am realizing that truly being a grown up is actually coming to terms with the fact that one is never really grown up, even once we have jobs, kids, cars, mortgages, investments, husbands and all those other good things that we confuse with meaning we are grown up, we never really are. and there is something inherantly cool about that :)

i had a great time with my parents coming to visit for my birthday. it was a perfect day and mostly i forgot about that fact that it was my birthday, which is just what i wanted. we took a river boat down the Thames river and spent the day at Kew Gardens. we ate dinner at a propah English pub, and sat outside drinking lagah, talkign and laughing till late in the evening while the sun set. the weather has been gorgeous and sunny and warm fairly steadily for the last month or so. grey? rain? cold? what's that? this is england people. didn't you know the sun always shines here? i mean we aren't in Boston :)

and now that 30 is another "been there, done that" for me and my hubby, we have turned our attention toward bigger and better things. like preparing for our road trip, and returning to beantown in less then a month now. yes, visa has been issued, stamped, licked, wiped and handed over to us sealed with a kiss (yeah right!)
it was all topped off with a wall-poster sized x-ray of sir pasty's chest along with a 5 inch thick, 5lb envelope we have been told we are not allowed to open. all of this "must" be handed over to US immigration officials upon arrival in the US. hmmmmm....i am already contemplating what i will tell the airlines when they ask if we are carrying anything we haven't packed ourselves and if we have been given anything to carry for anyone else....... and needless to say, my hubby thinks the x-ray of his chest is the coolest thing in the world. i did at least talk him out of putting it up on our bedroom wall for the next month.