"I FEEL THIRTY..."

"Oh so thirty. I feel thirty, and witty and gay ... " Westside Story lyrics keeps swirling around in my head today. Too much karaoke last night. Speaking of karaoke last night ... guess who serenaded me into this new age?

I turned 30 yesterday. Contrary to my amended "I feel pretty" lyrics, I do not feel thirty.

What I thought I would be at 30:

- a wife

- a mom (who cooks, cleans and folds laundry well)

- a career gal (I've always thought I could have it all)

What I am at 30:

- a very happy girlfriend

- a woman who lives vicariously through her friends with kids but is also glad she doesn't have her own just yet.

- a career gal!

One out of three - not so shabby.

With the help of this bliggity blog to hold me to it, here are my goals for November 4th, 2011 (aka 31) :

- have a beautifully decorated apartment

- manage to keep it clean and organized 92% of the time. I get 8% of my days to throw clothes on the floor.

- Cook dinner at home four out of seven nights a week. Exception to this rule - holidays. Then I get to party it up and eat free party appetizers Monday through Sunday.

- cook a vegetarian Thanksgiving for my family so they stop eating the bad stuff.

What else should I add?

Also, a note on 30: pretty psyched I'm not in my 20s anymore. Sorry suckers ... I'm out of the messy years!