Well, now that it’s over, I’ll tell you………..

I turned 30 on October 26th! Our friend, Mandy came to town for a visit, so it was an extra special birthday for me. So, let me recap real quick. My birthday weekend went like this….

Friday night-Jared and I went on a date while Mandy babysat. AWESOME! We went to eat at Houlihan’s and used my free entree coupon. If you go to their website and register for e-mail (they don’t send things out often, either), then they send you a coupon on your b-day. Then, we went shopping together. That NEVER happens! We bought a new bag for myself with my birthday money and Jared was able to find some jeans that I’m really excited about. I can assure you that I won’t set foot into a store with my husband again in probably…….hmmm……..5 years or so. He’s not big on shopping. Then, we went to see “Why Did I Get Married”, which, by the way, I highly recommend.

On Saturday- Went to Montelle Winery in the afternoon, without the kids. It was wonderful! And, Jared cut his hair, too!

Oh, yeah, but let’s back up to Friday. I forgot to tell you that Mandy and I went to the mall. We had the kids with us, but we figured, what the heck, let’s look around. So, we did. I learned something very important. Please take my advice! DO NOT go into Charlotte Russe if you wear anything above a 6. An eight, maybe, but that’s pushing it. It was soooo ridiculous! They literally need to have a sign at the door warning people who are not stick skinny to move on to another store because it is just torture. I picked out so many cute shirts. I even found a pair of jeans on clearance for $7! I got to the dressing room, tried things on, and quickly realized that a Medium shirt is in reality an XS. And, a size 11 in jeans is really more like a 6. I even panicked at one point, because one of the shirts was stuck on my body, and it took all I had just to get it off. You know how it is when you find a shirt that you just like so much, and you just want to see what it will look like on, even if it is too small? I mean, it was not even over my arms before I knew it was too small. But, I just had to see how cute it could potentially be. Not a good idea! And, why did I need to see? Let me tell you, if you want to feel bad about yourself, go try on clothes at Charlotte Russe. The reality that I am no longer a teenager and not even a twenty-something really hit me in the dressing room, as my 8 year old son was going back and forth asking for bigger sizes. Yeah, it’s time to move on. Times have changed, but I’m fine with it. I really, really am.