The big day came and went. I am now 30. Life is wonderful, no,I'm not hysterical, and in fact, I'm happy to be an even number again. 29 - ehh. 30 - awesome.
These past weeks have been lovely. I celebrated with some of my favorite people (pic with friends at a small party in the theatre room in our condo building), had some good down time with the Mr. and checked a few things off the list.
Jiffy Lube, the jig is up. Long past are the days of me blindly giving you $35 dollars a pop to change each of my windshield wipers (warning: potential economical exaggeration). Grant and I ventured out to the Advance Auto Parts last Saturday for an out of the ordinary shopping trip. Happily, in the same shopping center, I also found a new pet store (which Grant thankfully got me out of sans animal) and a little pumpkin patch. Not really a pumpkin patch technically, but they bring in a bunch of pumpkins, gourds and flowers from local farms and sell them at this big stand. Very fall-ish. I got my 22" blade and my 20" blade from the auto store, looked longingly at the dog leashes and nearly bought 6 mini "decorative" gourds for $6 before hopping back in the car and heading home.
When it came to actually changing them - piece of cake! (And by piece of cake, I mean, after 10 minutes of struggle with a blasted "adaptor" that didn't actually need to adapt ANYTHING, I popped those bad boys on there like it was nothing.)
I removed the old blades...
Installed the new ones..
And tried them out - SUCCESS!
To make matters more rugged-womanly, during our windshield wiper party, Grant noticed that one of my brake lights was out. Inspired by my new streak of mechanical prowess, I went back to Advance Auto Parts, got a bulb and changed that myself as well. Turns out that isn't difficult either. The next time Stan at Jiffy Lube tries to sell me a $27 brake light - actually $4.99 for a two pack it turns out - I'm going to karate chop his face. Or I'll politely say, "No, thank you." and then go sit down in the oily smelling waiting area where they play Days of Our Lives on repeat.
I also made my long-awaited SkyMall purchase this month. You might be wondering - the Christmas-themed yeti? The cat potty training kit? No, my friends. The Happy Feet...
Not surprisingly, it's bad for your feet to be squished up in shoes, particularly heels, all day long. It can cause pain now and when you get older (ahem, older than 30 I'm guessing) can cause more serious problems. These are supposed to realign your toes/foot. We'll see. So far they are just kind of funny. According to their website, I should give a pair to the following people as gifts: "rock climber, ballet dancer, bank teller, fashion model, football player or school teacher." All my teacher friends out there, get ready for an exciting Christmas (surprisingly, I don't know many fashion models).
For the tragic "one step back," I spoke with the Red Cross and I'm not eligible to give blood again until June 1, 2012. This particular 30 for 30 just isn't going to happen. Our trip to Mexico hit a few spots where rare cases of malaria were reported so I have to wait a bit before I donate again. Next year...
All for now, friends. Happy fall.
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