I am 30

At least, according to a completely unscientific, unverifiable, non-specific, multiple choice quiz.

You Are 30 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

This is my favorite new thing:

It has always been my experience that a trip to Goodwill, or a store of its ilk, proves to be rewarding for everyone save myself. Susan, for instance, can find a Chanel frock that fits like a glove and pay no more than $5, probably bartering in kind with fish or impromptu viola lessons. Salida, a former classmate and co-worker, is the thrift store Imelda Marcos, seeming always to wear the latest in fashion and having paid for her wardrobe using coins from her car's ash tray. Oh, the humanity of wearing a size small but having a 36-inch inseam! Does anyone out there hear me?

All that to say, since starting my new job, I have needed clothing that bears no name brands, is comfy yet durable, that I don't mind getting dirty, and is presentable for that one hour that I am on the sales floor (customer service - who needs it?). So during one of my four recent trips to Goodwill, I actually perused the t-shirt sections for good finds. I came away with a child's shirt, bold purple, bearing iron-on letters, that reads 'downtown kids' on the front and 'meet me on broadway' on the back, as well as the gem pictured here.

**For those of you who don't know the extent of my wardrobe: my mother, upon learning of my purchases, is most likely experiencing a mild to moderate stroke. She has recently commissioned a king-sized quilt to be made entirely of my high school and college era t-shirts. It will match nicely with my camp-themed t-shirt quilt.**

But I digress. I have received one, lonely compliment on this shirt. A co-worker with a purple streak in her nearly-waist-length hair pulled one iPod earbud out of her head long enough to say how much she, too, loves Goodwill and how that guy looks like someone's grandpa, "Only happier." I agreed.

It rained here yesterday, and has been pouring on and off today. The weather has officially changed, and I must now prepare to wear skirts again, even above-the-knee ones. I have forgone them in the recent months.

Lyndsay and Chris Slaten are skiing Summit County right now. I pay tribute by whining and gazing longingly at this photo of my Xterra in front of Copper Mountain in August. The last time I returned from skiing, I purchased brand new Rossignol ski boots. Alas, I have been fully outfitted for my next snow-filled adventure for three straight years, but as yet have not even used them. My snow blades have travelled across the country and back in the last year, but not seen the light of day. Despair.