I don’t usually share when it’s my birthday online, but seeing as today is a bit different as I’m now IN MY THIRTIES, I figured now would be the best time to buy some obnoxious balloons and write about it.

I’m not worried about turning 30. I’m actually quite looking forward to it. Most of my 20’s were spent worrying about what other people thought and doing what other people expected of me. In the past year I’ve notice my priorities change and I’ve started doing things I want to do and what’s the best for me [politely, of course]. It’s probably what most people consider a normal level of self esteem, but I for one am looking forward to feeling a bit more confident in my decisions. Dare I say, attempting to adult. 

For the day that it is, I thought it might be fun to share 30 random things you may not know about me. Fun, or it’s boring. Terribly, terribly boring. You be the judge …

– When I was 15 I had my nose broken at my brothers baseball game, needed surgery and had to wear a cast on my face for a month [you can hear more about it here].

– There’s only one thing that terrifies me; ET.

– I was on the grooms side of my friends wedding in high school.

– In high school I gave myself a smilie piercing, but had to take it out for said friends wedding and then it healed over. Welp.

– I was a dental hygienist assistant and a dental assistant in my teens. I know how to extract a tooth with the least amount of bleeding.

– 98% of my friends throughout the years in high school were guys. I think I have them to thank for my potty mouth, nothings-off-topic sense of humour and the inability to understand makeup, fashion or traditionally girly things to this day.

– I graduated high school on the Ontario Honour Roll. Meaning, my overall average was above 80%.

– I was the biggest Lord of the Rings nerd in my teens. I made costumes, wore them in public and wrote in Elvish.

– When I moved to Ireland at 18 I had no friends so I passed the time by teaching myself Russian, playing The Sims and walking to the library.

– The first conversation I had with Robert when we first met was I taught him how to say hello in Russian [“zdra-stvu-ee-tyay”].

– We met at a cinema where we both worked [in the Blanchardstown Centre]. He was 18 and I was 20.

– Seven years later, we honeymooned in St. Petersburg, Russia.

– While talking to my grand-aunt at our wedding I found out my grandmother always wanted to go to Russia. It makes sense as my dad [and subsequently I] have Russian names.

– I have a crippling fear of heights. Even standing on a chair terrifies me.

– People always think I’m a vegetarian. I guess I just look like one?

– I’ve been approached to work on television a handful of times in the past year, but have politely declined. I just can’t. Yet. We’ll see. I’m getting ballsier.

– I can wiggle my ears.

– I’m becoming more introverted as I get older and realise it’s perfectly okay to stay at home. As Anna Dorfman perfectly puts it, “I don’t have social anxiety on the Internet.

– I used to have two microdermal implants in my chest. I nearly fainted getting them, would get them caught on everything and they got infected many times [sorry], but I loved them. Unfortunately, my skin eventually rejected them.

– I’ve never been able to spell ‘definately’. I just can’t.

– I have an ultraviolet tattoo the length of my left forearm that can only be seen under a black light.

– I’m not afraid of insects or ‘creepy crawlies’. I’ve caught wasps with my hands to rescue distressed men, and once [when I was getting said black light tattoo] rescued a snake that got out of its cage in the tattoo studio. A grown man covered in tattoos basically standing on his chair in fear.

– Hypodermic needles make me faint. Every. Time.

– To date the only sectors I haven’t worked in is the military and agriculture. I’ve worked in everything else. The health sector, child care, education, security, laboratories, food preparation, hospitality, animal services, publishing, construction etc. I could go on but this post is already quite long [that’s what she said].

– My hair is naturally blonde. I dye it every 5 weeks otherwise I look like a skunk.

– I’ve always been fascinated with darker things. I was never a princess or anything pretty for Halloween; I was always something that involved a black wig. Now I have one permanently attached to my head.

– I’ve had pneumonia three times and swine flu once.

– I have a lot of anxieties about things I can do nothing about. At the moment I think a lot about over population and over consumption. It’s where my mind goes when it’s idle.

– I can move my eyes independently of each other.

– If I wasn’t involved with interior design, I’d probably be working in astrophysics or the likes. The only thing stopping me is going to university full time.

And there you have it! 30 completely pointless points about me. I don’t know about you if you’re also 30, but I don’t feel anywhere close to it. Maybe just a slightly more responsible 18 year old, but definately not 30. I can barely adult.

I’m going to finish this now as I have cake to attend to and a messy afternoon planned with family. See you on the other side! xx

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  1. September 7, 2015 / 20:35

    Happy birthday 🙂 I passed that milestone a year ago, I still reflexively (desperately!) rummage for my I.D when I'm buying wine, as if they're going to ask me for it!

    • September 10, 2015 / 10:11

      Oh, you're not alone. I do get ID-ed on the rare occasion though! But I think it's down to my silly hairstyle more than anything. Sigh.

  2. September 8, 2015 / 00:35

    This was an incredibly entertaining, interesting, and informative post. I am still balking at the thought of you as a blonde. Seriously? It would be interesting to see that – mistress of the night…

    As for not feeling 30, I can say as someone a bit older (7 years) that I have only just began to feel my age. Or maybe not my age, but a mother. That cute mongrel I pushed out has something to do with that. LOL.

    Anyway, totally loved this.

    • September 10, 2015 / 10:14

      Oh, I can only imagine, Wheele! But she's kinda cute, so we'll forgive her. Don't worry, my time will come. But first – how in the hell are you 7 years older than me?! I would have never thought that.

      And yep, I'm all blonde up in there. It is weird and I can't picture myself as a blonde anymore. I've been dying it for about 8 years now! I'm such a moody goff 😛

    • September 12, 2015 / 00:00

      I forgot to say how brilliant your honesty was. I think I was already 30 or more when I was able to admit geeky stuff about myself. You are well ahead of your time.

    • September 13, 2015 / 09:58

      I think my honesty is my downfall for the most part. But I far prefer your take on it; I am ahead of my years! 😛

  3. September 8, 2015 / 07:33

    Oooh I didn't know about the blacklight tattoo or the Microdermal piercings you DARK HORSE YOU. This was fascinating, not boring at all! Loved learning new things about you:) And I too am becoming more introverted the older I get – I'm just going with it. As far as feeling like an adult – I have an appointment with an ACCOUNTANT this week and I feel like I'm going in there as a 13 year old. At 42, I still don't know how to adult. I don't think that changes.

    I will say, however, that my 30's were some of the best years of my life. Your 20's are spent worried about everything and everyone else – in your 30's, you finally realise they don't give a shit and so, therefore, neither do you. It's rather freeing really – enjoy and HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FAVOURITE GOTHIC PRINCESS!! Mwah! xxx

    • September 10, 2015 / 10:17

      Yay for introverts! And gothic princess! o/ Hahahah love it! Robert and I still look at each other and at times just find ourselves saying "we're married … that means we're adults … " I don't think I'll ever feel my age! I wonder if anyone actually does.

      So looking forward to my 30's and seeing where they take me. Or don't. Introverts FTW. xx

  4. September 8, 2015 / 19:55

    It was boring. Terribly, terribly boring. No wait, it was fun!!!! Loved reading this! I knew some, and some were new to me – very interesting! Happy birthday again, and I've found my thirties pretty cool, I have to admit (apart from the breakups and the desperate feeling that my eggs are dying off!!!) That aside 😉 I think I've felt the most confident and myself – like you say, you stop caring so much what people think – that's a good thing!!

    • September 10, 2015 / 13:51


      That's why I love you.

      Here's to not caring xx

    • September 12, 2015 / 00:05

      Don't worry one iota about your eggs. Statistics about women getting older and having children… well the data for this is from the last 150 years. This skews the data quite a bit when you are including info from the 1800s when we died earlier, had higher mortality rates, and threw feces out the window in chamber pots. 😉

    • September 13, 2015 / 09:55

      ^ Maria, I hope you see this! You absolute poo-thrower, you!

      I myself figure I have no eggs. Because Robert and I have been together almost 10 years and while we've been careful, we've had no surprises. Therefore I clearly have like, one egg. Obviously! *throws head back in awkward laughter*

    • September 16, 2015 / 20:20

      Just seen this – phew, nearly missed the discussion about my eggs!!!

      Thanks Pat – I will keep this in mind and hold on to the hope that my eggs are hanging on in there! I had never thought of it in that way before – you make a lot of sense!

      No poo-throwing here Alex!!! And I bet you've got a whole host of eggs in there! Talk to them, encourage them… that's what I do. I'm sure it's not affecting my career at all when I'm caught in the office muttering 'hang on girls' while comfortingly patting the general area of my ovaries!!!! 😉

    • September 20, 2015 / 21:42

      LOOOOOOOOOOL! Pat away, my dear. There will be no judgement here.

      I'm not yet at the stage where I need verbal queues. Yet. I'd say I'll Charlotte-Yorke it and write all manner of positive affirmations on mirrors with lipstick when my time comes. It'll be a menagerie of badly quoted rap songs I'm sure. "You can do it! Put your back into it!" et cetera. Where would we be without Ice Cube? I like to think I'm still learning.

  5. September 9, 2015 / 21:35

    Your a blond?! The 30s are better. 🙂