So Happy I'm Thirty

The Beasleys are not good at all the things, but we are good at some of the things. In fact, I made a not so comprehensive list. Things we are good at: Grilling meats Drinking wine Exercising Making people (read: ourselves) laugh Things were are bad at: Laundry Being on time Remembering things Potty training humans & also dogs There is one thing that we are really, really good at- The Beasleys can dream some big dreams. And we can also just go for it. I love that about us. We aren’t afraid of falling. We aren’t afraid of failing. I, personally, detest being told no. But after I cry about it and drink wine, I’m find again.  Aaron, on the other hand, doesn’t care if you tell him no. He will scoff at you and move on in Aaron Beasley fashion. The absurdity! We take chances and we make risky choices. Our lives have ended up being really, really exciting. Also very chaotic and busy and at times overwhelming. You can be at peace and rest when you’re dead. When...

I started this blog when I was on the brink of turning 30. I just knew really amazing things were on the horizon. I was on the brink of greatness. This next decade would inevitably be a life-changing, climactic, turn of events kind of chapter in this novel of my life. I turn 31 next week. You know what I didn’t expect my 30’s to be filled with...poop. I can honestly say, I never saw this one coming. Don’t get me wrong, there have been some life-changing events. Some climatic and unexpected turn of events. We’ve essentially started a new life since I turned 30. But, it is also filled with a lot of poop. No one ever talked about this. Jennifer Gardner didn’t prepare me for this in Thirteen Going on 30. None of the reality shows alluded to this dark underbelly of the third decade of life. I’m getting it from all sides. I have a toddler, I have a puppy, and weirdly enough, I even deal with this at work. No, I do not work with babies or at a daycare center, or even an elderly ho...