30 & The AARP

Dave: " The problem with turning 28 is that your too close to 30."

Me: "I don't have a problem with 30. I ain't scared of 30. I'm going to punch 30 in it's face."

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Since we're speaking of birthdays this week, I decided I would share something about me most do not know.

I'm a member of the AARP.

Okay, technically I'm not a member. I never sent in my $10 yearly membership fee before the reply by date. Which is sad, because for only $6 dollars more, David could have joined in the membership benefits with me.

This story actually begins six years earlier. On the day of my twenty-first birthday I came home from work and like everyday, checked the mail. I opened up an envelope addressed to me to find a membership form to join the AARP. I looked at my Meme (who I was living with at the time) and asked "What is the AARP?" At 21, I had no clue. She looked at me with a confused look and said "What?" I repeated my question and informed her that I was sent forms to join the AARP. She just started dying laughing. Once she finally stopped laughing, she informed me that the AARP was kind of a senior citizens discount club. We laughed about it for several years later. No one in the family believed me that at 21 years old, I had been asked to join the AARP. Luckily, she could vouch for me.

This past summer on my 27th birthday, I was resent the membership forms to rejoin the AARP. I saved the card to show my Meme. She could only laugh again. This time I was smart and took a picture for proof.

We're off to Denny's now to hit up the early bird special.