I'm extremely well-preserved. :P

So my semester is officially over with the turning in of my final papers for my Anthropology 101 class today. For better or worse, you know. We'll have to see. And after going to see one of my dearest friends blogs, I am inspired to write.

Last month I turned 30. I have a quirk. Okay, I have a lot of quirks, but I just want to talk about this one right now. I really enjoy shocking people with my actual age. Here is my reason: everyone, without fail, tells me (honestly! I can tell!) that I look much younger and they never would have guessed. You should see the looks I get when I tell people at school that I have three kids and my oldest is 6 1/2. They look at me like I'm either lying or I got married at 15.

When my Anthropology professor heard how old I am, his response was, "(pause...) My... you're extremely well-preserved." It made me laugh. I like him. He's quirky.

I have decided that as long as I can keep myself much less wrinkly than you'd expect for my age I will be pretty content with my looks (oh, and not get fat.) I want to be that lady with completely white hair and really young-looking skin. I think that's so attractive. I have no issues with my white hairs. I have lots of them. They're not due to age -- I started getting them in high school -- so I don't mentally equate them with age (although I continue to get more as I get older.) Also, I don't think of myself as old. All my siblings are older than me. Nearly all of my brothers- and sisters-in-law are older than me. I'm only 30. I'm still just a baby. Besides, I'm a college student. Since I never mentally matured much past... oh, 21, maybe? I fit right in. (Actually, it took me all this time to mentally mature to 21. Maybe 23? Most people think I'm 22 or 23. (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!) But at 21 I had the mental maturity of a 17-year-old.

Wanna hear the truth? I have always been terrified of becoming an old stodgy person. I never wanted to be that middle-aged mom that was chubby and frumpy and no-more-fun. I always admired the moms that had vitality, that would get out with the teenagers and PLAY! and ENJOY IT! That's what I've always wanted to be when I grew up: that lady. The one that's just like a teenager, but wiser and possibly even more fun (have more experience and good ideas.) I want to go TPing in my 40's. Actually, I have a secret plan for a prank I want to pull on BYU campus... but probably after I graduate (so I don't get punished... maybe.) I have the perfect cover, too. Who would expect the middle-aged mom (because I will be by the time I graduate) to be pulling pranks? Nobody, that's who. I'll look as stodgy as I can that day, just to be sure.