Since I was 21, my brother Travis has been taunting me. "Hey, you're gonna be 30," to which I'd reply, "Yeah. Someday."

And I've gotta tell ya, there have been days where it doesn't quite feel like I'll see 30. Everyone has them. But now, ah, now, it's a mere week away. And I'll let you in on a secret. I'm not as scared as I make out to be. People just like to tease and get a reaction and see you freak out about losing your youth. It's just another number. Numbers don't mean a thang. But my neurosurgeon appointment is tentatively April 4, 4/4, and 44 was my jersey number when I cheered football...

And I will be in Mexico over my birthday, so the change won't be valid. We all know what happens in Mexico stays there. Usually. And if I don't leave my stateroom that day, I'm pretty sure I can stay 29. I think I read that in the rules manual.

I hope and pray that your 30th birthday is as wonderful as mine was!!!! However, you MUST have a different rule book than I have..... ;)