It may a wee bit late, but I had a fantastic weekend.
Friday night we went roller skating. Yep yep. Everyone told me it'd be like riding a bike, once you get the skates on, all those afternoons spent in a rink at the age of 12 would come back to you.
Not so much. It was like I was on stilts with wheels. Picture that.
Plus we were the oldest ones there, by far. 5-year old children were whizzing by me at the speed of sound. Talk about talent, they even did the electric slide on skates. How does a 5-year old know the electric slide? I don't even know it.
Yes, I fell plenty of times. Since I have never ever broken a bone in my body; my falls looked like some old woman trying to save her hips. You're supposed to let yourself fall on your butt. I just couldn't;t do that, no matter what.
Saturday morning--not sore and no bruises, I went to brunch with the girls. I think I may have said this, but I love breakfast foods and I especially love a good brunch place. Don't be shocked that instead of a birthday dinner, I have a birthday brunch party (yeah, that's some people's warning). Brunch was fantastic, great conversation and the weather was perfect for sitting outside while eating.
After that I went on the hunt for a baby shower present---I'd tell the true adventure, but I know someone reads this, so I will spare it. Let's just say, it wasn't easy and lasted 3 hours more than it should have. 3 hours in Target is not fun when you are shopping for other people in the baby department.
But the shower...oh, the shower was a couple's shower. I thought the idea cute at first since it was a Saturday night but once I got there and saw the men's faces--unh uh.
Ixnay to the couple's shower.
Each man looked forced against his will. Some were on their phones getting the college game rundown. Some were sitting as if chained to their wives.
I hate when I see men that look forced to hang out with their significant others. At the mall, ooh that is the worse. I never want to be that couple.
And baby showers are so girly, why would you want men there?
IF I was to do it and that is a big IF; I'd make it more gender-neutral meaning--no games, no pink stuff EVERYWHERE, and definitely wouldn't make them sit through and watch us ooh and aww over each baby present the honoree opened.
The cake was fun and I was very tempted to steal this.
Have you ever seen this in action? Too freaking cool.
Then I realized I was talking too much about it to steal it. Everyone would know it was me.
Yeah, I'm a baking nerd.
The next morning, my body decided that it was time to ache and be sore from falling on my butt too many times. I still made it to yes, another brunch.
I tell you I love them!