The Big 3-0 :: WANTED Dead or Alive

My 29th year was like a roller coaster with extreme highs and lows, twists, turns and loops. A few times during the ride, I lost my breath and even blacked out momentarily from all the g-force. Luckily, I landed on my feet in Oregon and life seems to get better everyday.

En-JOY-ing the scene and old age along Tanner Creek.

My week-long 30th birthday celebration started out with a bundle of Joy, who turned the big 3-1 on May 30th.


Continuing the festivities, Carley surprised me with some star-shaped cupcakes (Teddy likes cupcakes). We had many a good laugh looking through the photo album that my mother put together for me to commemorate my big day. The album has a photo of me from each year on my birthday. As you can imagine, there were MANY big laughs to be had—a direct result of all the BIG hair and BIG glasses, I'm sure. My awkward years certainly outnumber my graceful ones.

"Windbag WANTED Dead or Alive".

My mom also sent me a Captain Jack Sparrow t-shirt, which is now in the weekly rotation and gets a lot of compliments. People always say, "I thought that was Bon Jovi for a second".


My official 30th birthday pic—my mom left a place in the photo album for a 30th and future photos.


I called Carley to invite her down for a beer on our new boat. Silly girl thought we were taking it out on the water. We pulled up the garage door and enjoyed a few beverages, a cool breeze and some practice rowing/captaining. Arrgggghhh, Matey.


Teddy picked out my pajamas and was waiting for me for a birthday snuzzle.


After a short work week, Tom and I spent a perfect weekend at Lost Lake—Floaty's maiden voyage. Tom and Carley got me a great birthday gift—a new fishing rod and stocked tackle box! We slayed the fish on Saturday morning and enjoyed some rainbow trout on the campfire for lunch.


Coffee in the middle of the lake with a smilin' Mount Hood view—happy birthday to ME!!!