Turning 30

I had planned the vacation specifically so it would be on my birthday. About 5 months ago I realized that 30 was going to be tougher than I thought, so I figured any sort of distraction and/or added celebration would make it easier to swallow. I think it was one of my better decisions.

Jon woke up early and went to run some "errands" which included buying me Einstein's for breakfast and bringing home 30 roses. So sweet and such a nice thought. I loved them.

I made an appointment for an overpriced mani/pedi at the fancy salon down the street. My last pedicure was in August when mom came to visit so needless to say I was long overdue. Never ever again will I pay $75 for a mani/pedi - but mom had gift cards (that we think I had given to her when I never used them in the first place - overpriced salons just aren't our thing) so it was "free".

Went to lunch at Island's (YUM!) then back to mom's where we took Harper swimming for the first time. I had been looking forward to this for so long, having practically grown up in the water, and was so glad to discover that she loved it. I even dunked her twice under water and she never cried.

We eventually got out and started to get ready for our date: Dinner at Zefferino's, then The Blue Man Group. Zeff's is the place we went for our first official date together, so it holds a special place for us. It's at the Venetian and we both love to walk around there - it's such an amazing hotel. The Blue Man group is currently at The Venetian and we had both always wanted to see them, so it all worked out great. It was a fun night - great dinner, and such a treat. Never again will we spend that much, but it was a special night and will be remembered. The night started going downhill a bit when I quickly realized that I hadn't adequately broken in my shoes enough. The next morning I had huge blisters on my pinky toes, and they hurt so bad that walking to the parking garage I actually took them off to walk barefoot - gah!!! If you know me, you know I'm a semi-germaphobe and I was so disgusted that I might get a foot disease... but they hurt so bad that I didn't even care. That was Mistake #1.

Mistake #2 came when, after a nice lovely dinner and two glasses of wine, I realized that the 10pm show was going to be a very bad idea. They're a very entertaining group of guys, but man... it was late. Such a sad realization that I was getting too old.

Mistake #3 isn't actually a mistake but an accident. Somehow the stars aligned just right, and as I was turning my head, Jon was raising his arm to put it behind me, and he elbowed me square in the eye. Adding the blurry eye to an already tired Mom was just the topper.

Great night though, and really nothing but good memories from the whole day. Here's to 30... should be interesting to see what it brings!!

Does That Make Me Crazy? Part 2

I can't have milk unless it's ice cold. Since I don't have mugs to freeze then put milk in (which is awesome, by the way), I must have ice cubes in my milk. It really isn't right otherwise.

I also must put ice cubes in my orange juice. Anything other than ice-cold OJ is just gross.

Also, there is an offramp I drive everyday with 2 arrows made from those mounded "turtle" light reflectors on the pavement. I can drive over the 2nd arrow without having my tires touch them, but never the first. Every day it's my goal to try not to make my tires touch them, and when I don't, I'm always so happy that at least I can do it on the 2nd arrow.


Does that make me crazy?



(To give credit where credit is due, I got the title of these posts from the morning radio show I regularly listen to on my way to work. They play the song "Crazy" by Gnarls Barkley and have listeners call in to tell about the weird things they do. It's one of my favorite things to listen to, probably because it makes me feel sane. I'll be updating this post as I think of more things. I'd love it if you continued to share what makes you crazy. Again, so I can feel sane.)