Sorry? Did you say Thirty?

Happy birthday to me, kind of.

Here it comes again, another year has hurtled around so fast I have barely got used to ticking the over twenty five box. But here we go, I am now on the home stretch to thirty and apparently need to get my list done.

My list is to consist of all tasks I want to achieve before the big 3 0. The Man and his thirty-something friends have lead me to believe that this is an essential chore, ensuring that I will not leave myself disappointed on my impending big (old) day. Humm, sounds to me like a typical rubbish man idea, but hey, I am game.

Now, I happily have achieved a shotgun marriage, two children of my own and a stepson already... not bad going... as for the 'career' I suppose I could be doing better.

Okay maybe that can be number one...

One. Before I am thirty I will achieve high flying career earning high flying money. Ambitious, yes, but surely achievable. Stranger things have happened, X factor proves that every week.

Two. Ermm. Well I would like to have managed at least one other extreme sport excluding weekly wrestling with children around supermarket...

Three? Not to be fooled into writing another stupid list like this, just to invoke distress at my short time to achieve unrealistic goals...

Four. To have stopped biting nails therefore no longer have need for false ones...

Five. To have given up stuffing bra with tissue/chicken filets and be at one with one's breast size.

Six. To spend more time with fab pals.

Seven. To spend less time worrying about fab pals.

Eight. To finally pass my driving test ( I know, I know I am rubbish).

Nine. Give up dieting ( as I will achieve ultimate size 10 goal).

Ten. To become less sarcastic (As if).

Oh and I will add an extra one for good measure.

Eleven,. To be Yummy Mummy (but please, not to any more children!)

There we go, done.

I have tried my hardest to compile this life plan list so here goes...

Bring it on. (no don't really..)