This morning, I had very serious thoughts about wearing my new Magnum PI t-shirt (with detachable faux fur mustache) to work under a pinstripe blazer. The official reason I will give for not wearing my new Magnum PI t-shirt (with detachable faux fur mustache) to work under a pinstripe blazer is that at 7:40 AM it was already 87 degrees outside, and that’s a whole lot of clothing to be wearing on such a ferociously hot day. But because we’re close, I’m going to level with you. It’s cold in my office. Damn cold. But even sucking in, I couldn’t get that blazer to button.
Baby needs to do some sit ups. So, what’s new?
If I thought turning thirty was going to flip some cosmic switch and alter my life in some enchanted, mystical way, this weekend’s remarkable and not-so-remarkable moments set me straight. My brother and sister-in-law (the givers of such a fine piece of mustachioed clothing) were in town for a few days, and as part of our hangings out, we saw the new Batman flick. It was long. Really long. Turns out, at thirty years old, I am still as impatient and cinematically-ADD as I was at twenty-nine. Go figure.
Waking up on Sunday morning, eyes swollen and sore from the previous night’s cry, I also realized that turning thirty did not magically toughen me up. I won’t go into what happened (give it three months, eh?) because I believe if you tell someone you forgive them, you should make every effort not to rub their noses in the incident which caused them to need forgiving in the first place. I do wonder, though, when it is I’ll finally throw on an idiot-proof vest and stop melting into a snotty heap every time someone hurts my feelings. Probably never. Actually, probably around the same time that I start caring enough about sit-ups to fit back into my pinstripe blazer.
I’m thinking thirty-six sounds like a good goal.
Hey girl – don’t worry, thirty gets better. I promise! I turned 30 in September and it started out pretty ****ty, but now it’s going hellagood.
Um…and can you please, please, pretty please post a pic of the fab shirt?!
That’s my answer for everything since turning 30 (I’m 31)-I’ll reassess in five years. Kids? Not now-I’ll reassess in five years. Quitting smoking? Not now-I’ll reassess in five years. But at the rate my stomach is beginning to sag over my pants, I’m afraid that if I wait five years to reassess I will be past the point of even being able to fit into pants that fasten with anything other than elastic.
I am 36 and though I have gotten better, I can still be reduced to tears by hurt feelings. That is what feelings are for I guess. But if my experience with situps is any indication whatsoever (and there is no proof that it should be the same for you), it might be time just to buy a new blazer. with a little room to grow.
I’ll be 34 this year and ages 31 – 33 have been the best of my life. I finally know what I want out of life and a mate and I’m no longer afraid to voice it! Keeps the losers at bay.
I am sorry you cried yourself to sleep sweet girl. Do you (as I do) keep two silver teaspoons in the freezer for just such occasions? Also, I would love love LOVE to see a pic of the Magnum PI (with detachable faux fur mustache. XO
31 rocks. Thirty, I spent most of the year going “ohmygod I’m thirty, things are supposed to be different.” This year, een with the cancelled wedding under my belt, I feel a little more self-assured. But I still cry when I get my feelings hurt. Not sure if I’ll ever grow out of that one.
I’ll be 41 next month *gags a little* and it does, indeed, get better. You’ll figure out that people hurt your feelings less because you discover that 1) You like yourself better. 2) You stop giving a **** what others think because 3) You learn that their behavior is about them, not you. And can I tell you how absolutely freeing that is?
The first few months of 30 sucked rotten eggs, but the remaining were ok. I’m 33 (34 in October) and still fighting flab and friends (they go away…then return and bring extended family and friends with them!) Apparently eviction forever isn’t an option, but it makes me feel better to know that so many others are in the same boat. Flab aside, things are good.
And I still cry when I get my feelings hurt. I agree with Eleanor’s Trousers…I don’t know if we ever grow out of it.
Wear the Magnum PI shirt…wear it with pride! It’s FAR too amusing to NOT wear to work! (Gotta do something to keep yourself sane there!)
I’m still waiting for time to start exersizing. Oh, and the motivation. Maybe once I’m 40… yeah right. HA!
I’m not gonna get all philosophical about turning 30. I’m only 32. I like it, but at times still wish I was 25.
Thanks, Fish, for this post! You make me feel better about my own paper-thin skin.
I hope you’re feeling much better than you were on Sunday morning. And trust me, you’re not the only one who can’t button up her blazer.
Also, I turn 30 in September, and saying I’m not looking forward to it is putting it mildly. So, thanks to the other commenters for saying there’s nothing to worry about.
Now if only I can find someone to get me the same Magnum PI birthday gift….
A bit of an unrelated comment, as least as far as the other comments seem to go…
So Batman was long…but was it good??
My love… 36 and I have some bad news for you.
I need to know where your sister got your t-shirt. seriously. I have a friend with an upcoming birthday thatmust have this shirt. I live in TX so it may be easy to procure…
I think she got it on an 80s tshirts website. But the fake mustache was her own creation!
happy birthday!
hope things improve for you
Um, I’m 47 and still am crushed when someone hurts my feelings, doesn’t like me or is mean to me. I have given up hoping that I will ever develop a thick(er) skin or stop being so freaking hypersensitive. I blame it on the estrogen: that which gives me breasts makes me cry.
Sorry you cried yourself to sleep. At 35, I am amazed that I can still cry when someone hurts my feelings. And yet it happens. Then I feel like a baby explaining “you hurt my feelings” but what can you do?
Speaking of that, I’d love to know what your thoughts on ending a freindship -when is it time? How do you forgive and what is considered unforgivable?
Happy Bday! I think the 30′s are as tumultuous as the 20′s but I think we have a better sense of oursleves and are more equipped to deal with it. But life seems to get more real as we get older and that is quite scary. In the same token though, our relationships are more established and we have greater support networks.
Wishing you some very happy years.
I turned 30 in March and was so excited for this new phase of my life. All my friends kept telling me they hated turning 30. I thought it would be different for me. Then May came and I was crying every day. Went to the doctor and demanded Prozac. I had never been more depressed in my life. Fast forward a month (and with a new birth control with a mood stabilizer, doctor didn’t think prozac was necessary) and I have met an amazing guy and things are really looking up. Turning 30 takes some getting used to but I wouldn’t go back to 29 for anything.
Blazer schmazer. I’m loving 30 so much that this year, and for the next 9 years, I’m going to celebrate 40 until I actually turn 40. I’m so done with my 20s. I was stupid and naive and unsure and obnoxious. Now, I’m still all those things plus a little cynical for good measure but now I could give a rats ass what anyone thinks. The flab though… I’m hoping menopause will take care of that
@Laurie, just read your comment. Could you let me know what the birth control with mood stabilizer is? Maybe visit my blog and drop me an email or a comment?
I think age is irrelevant. As women, we’re all susceptible to having a crying jag here and there, and that’s not such a bad thing! Produces endorphins, or something.
For instance, just this morning, I got yelled at, at work, and it was nearly two hours before I could stop the tears from sliding down my face. Thank goodness I have my own office and could close the door! Getting yelled at sucks, but I attributed my tears mostly to hormones. And I certainly felt better afterward.
At 34 I’ve come to accept the fact that I’m a cryer and I’ve decided that it’s not such a bad thing. It shows that I still care and still feel and isn’t that much better than being so cynical and walled off that nothing bothers you?
Enjoy being 30!
Happy birthday, and I feel you. I’m 33 next week and I feel like if I think of ham, I’m going to have to go to a 100% elastic wardrobe.
Why would the moustashe ever need to be detached?
1) That sounds like a fantastic shirt.
2) One of the things that always made me feel weird during my childhood was when, on my birthday, adults would ask me if I “felt grown up.” I always felt like it was a bizarre question, as if there was some magical line that I was supposed to cross, but I had somehow managed to miss it in between the presents. Normally I just felt hopped up on sugar.
3) Generally, I think people tend to be pretty hard on themselves. While I don’t know you, you don’t strike me as someone who anyone else would describe as needing to throw some cosmic switch.
4) Numbered lists are the ****.
Can’t wait to see a pic of the shirt. You MUST post one!
As for turning 30, sorry it was so emotional for you. Turning 30 didn’t bother me at all — I was actually looking forward to it, weirdo that I am. However, 31 was the kicker for me. I remember waking up on my 31st b-day and thinking, OMG — I’m officially OVER 30! lol
I think once you get over the shock you’ll love this decade. I’m turning 40 this year and not yet sure how I feel about it. Sometimes okay, sometimes morose.
However, my 30s were a fabulous decade. I totally came into my own. I both developed a thicker skin and also became less self-concious about showing emotion, if that makes any sense.
Basically, I found that the thoughtless words and deeds of others hurt me less if I felt I was in the right, but I also became less paranoid about showing strong emotions when I truly and righteously felt them. And I no longer cared what others thought. Self-confidence truly, really surfaces in your 30s.
It will get better. One day, you’ll wake up and be so glad your tumultuous 20s are over.
However, every now and again, you’ll wish you can look the way you did when you were 25! lol
As for the blazer, I agree with the poster who suggested buying a new one that allows a bit of ‘elbow’ room!
I was gonna wear my hitler tee with detatchable mushtache the other day too! it went over really well with my coworkers the first time i rocked it…i think. i don’t know. i’ve grown really bad at reading people lately.
I was gonna wear my Hitler tee with detachable mustache the other day too! it went over really well with my coworkers the first time i rocked it…i think. i don’t know. I’ve grown really bad at reading people lately.
hey fish,
thanks for writing this – perfect timing.
i turned 25 today/yesterday (it’s after midnight). and i already know it got me absolutely nowhere.
if only birthdays really DID something…
Thirty-six pounds? I have three words: The Turkey Trot. And maybe three more: White Rock Half (finishing on the Katy Trail this year). Lots of fun, inexpensive, nice t-shirts, and guaranteed to get you in shape.
Heh. I was having a similar conversation with the girls just recently – being 30 or 31 (this year) just sucks. It’s just so… blah. You’re too old to be in your 20s (ha! logic!) but you’re not 30ish enough to be in your 30s. I’m looking forward to the 36. 26 was the best year so I’m betting on the 36
I actually met Magnum PI back in the day… My family took a vacation in Hawaii and they were filming an episode of the show right down the street from our hotel. I was all of maybe 6 at the time. It was very cool, I got his autograph and if you watch one of the episodes of his show and don’t blink you will see me….
Ahhh the 80′s when gas was cheap and things didn’t matter…
Happy belated birthday
Hey Fish,
I’m turning 36 in a few weeks…and am getting my **** together to a bigger degree than normal. It’s a good age…I promise.
I’ve got to tell you though…my 20′s were fantastic, magical, fun and fabulous…but my 30′s are even better. I’m all WTF…wonder what the 40′s are about.
Heres to wishing the same for you.
~Cin
Fish-
My thirties rocked!! I’m sure yours will too. I’m soooo jealous of the Magnum PI t-shirt (with detachable faux fur mustache) where can a girl get one so I can convince someone to get me one for my rapidly approaching 40th b-day (yikes!!)
Thirty six so rocked for me.
It is an ultimate age – and something to look forward to indeed.
And as for the sit up’s – I wouldn’t worry; you write lean and tanned in my mind.
Happy Birthday Heather.
I turned 29 in June and have cried more in the past month than I did in all of the previous year! So I was sort of hoping you would tell us that turning 30 was indeed the magic number… And last night I noticed a prominent spare tire around my lower mid-section that I swear was not there when I was 28…
BUT I’m confident that this will be a great year in spite of those things because I am on a mission. I ask my boyfriend daily when he’s buying me an engagement ring and when can I start planning the wedding. It’s good to have goals, right?
87 degrees = t-shirt with moustache removed. Too hot for a ‘stache.
Keep parka and mitts in office.
Turning 30 is a nice age, you have your whole life in front of you!. Relax and enjoy the journey, it will all be well just enjoy being alive and not think so much at how old you are etc
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I’m 30 but look like I’m 20. It’s hard to date when you’re admirers are under aged.
magnum pi shirt complete with moustache and hat.
http://www.halloweencostumes4u.com/prods/rub16944.html
there are some other funny ones in the 80s category. like the burger king dude (creepy) and knight rider. but sadly the miami vice ones are gone.
I would like address the swollen eyes from crying. My best friend and I call those bad boys “cheese puff eyes”. This is when you cry so much the night before, when you wake up its as though you have cheese puffs where your eyelids used to be. And your mascara sticks to them, and the puffiness stays for a while throughout the day. If you feel that this terminology resonates with you, please feel free to use it. It just sums up the whole experience of crying yourself to sleep.