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I turned 32 today. Somehow for the past three months or so, I was able to convince myself that I was going to be 31, so accepting the number 32 has been quite the process. In the past two weeks, three significant things have occurred that indicate I am getting old.
1.) I now hate the mall. I have always been obsessed with shopping for home goods, clothes, shoes, toilet paper, well, you get the picture. If it involved spending money, I was all about it. I was one of those gals that could spend the day strolling through a packed mall, drooling over the latest must-have hand bags and boots. Then I’d obsess about the items until I either owned it, or found something better. I’m fairly certain this trait is 50% of the reason my first marriage ended in divorce. However, last weekend, something happened. I was wandering in the mall looking for new shoes when I had an epiphany. I no longer enjoy the mall. It’s not fun; it’s filled with angst ridden teenagers and over priced jeans. I much prefer sitting at home and trolling Gap and Nordstrom for the comfort of my own home wearing my uniform. By uniform I mean my fave pair of worn out sweats, a white v-neck shirt and UGG boots. I paint a pretty picture, huh?
2.) I now have multiple gray hairs. Prior to last week, I had one gray hair that I could easily locate and pluck on a bi-weekly basis. It became a ritual, almost a jacked up game of hide and seek. Then out of nowhere, I spotted 2 more. Only now, they are located in a not-so-easy to pluck location. I fought with those wiry, white hairs for days and seriously could not pluck them. They stood on end, almost waving and taunting me from the crown of my head. After multiple failed attempts to wrangle those bad boys, I was on the verge of bald spot and needed to call in back up. Yes, I begged Brian to pluck them, but instead he used tweezers to curl them…ya know, kind of like curling ribbon on a present. Finally, he successfully removed them and several normal hairs thus making the impending bald spot even larger. One day later, I spotted two more. If I find another…I may go blond, or cry.
3.) I can no longer wear heels. After a long winter of rocking one of my four pairs of UGG boots, I realized that I can no longer wear heels. I pranced around in a new pair of wedges for three hours as hour four fell upon me, I was wincing in pain with every step and was completely certain my feet were bleeding…they weren’t. The following day, I had to soak my feet. Yes, soak my feet. I think I have to retrain them to be squished in a narrow place with little room to breath or I may be that girl wearing UGGS in the summer. Rest assured they will not be combined with a mini skirt.
Happy Birthday to me…can you tell I am really excited about this birthday? Yes, that was sarcasm.
I turned 35 last November, and sort of feel like I’ve fallen apart in the last few years! Still, it’s not so bad, and it’s rather nice that I no long give a damn about all those stupid things that I used to obsess on when I was in my 20s. I don’t mind heels, but I’m only 5′ 2″, so I need all the help I can get there! I appear to be following my dad when it comes to gray hair, so I figure I’ve got a good 15 years left before I really have to worry about dyeing my hair again. Hope you have a happy birthday!!! :)
Happy Birthday, Jamie! I can so relate to not enjoying shopping anymore. I, too, would rather be home in sweats. And I can’t do heels much higher than an inch. My little sister is getting married in September, and I’m a bridesmaid. She keeps sending out emails with pics of shoes she’d like us to wear. She has yet to send something with less than a four-inch heel! Hope you’re at home today in your sweats and Uggs and baking up something extra special for yourself!
Happy Birthday Queenie! I didn’t think you would ever hate the mall. It must be why when I was 30 I hated!! taking you to mall. Thank god for daddy!! The gray hair, just keep coloring. and celebrate your life!! You are one the best things that ever happened to me… and am sooooo proud of you. xxxxxoooooo
Happy Birthday Jamie!!!! I hate the mall too… its too crowded and you get sidetracked so easily!!!! I’m 23 and I have never been able to walk in heels- I’m that girl who either carries flats or goes out in them… and summertime- its all about the flip flops.. even in a nice dress!
Loving this (Beyond the Sugar) Happy Birthday to you!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-) I can’t stand going to the mall. I think I’ve been to the mall about 3 times in the last year, and that’s only because Holiday shopping. Oh and I’m 25 and can’t bare the high heels!! LOL
happy bday! I know what you mean! I am 34 and whew life feels different… bed time by 10, drinking one glass a wine is almost too much… and I have way too much gray on my crown with almost black hair… my hair dresser definitely takes care of that! lol many hugs!
hugs! Kim @ Party Frosting!
That’s a shame about the heels! I love heels. I hope when I hit 32 (in October) I can still wear my heels…otherwise The Hubble will be REALLY mad about my extensive shoe collection that I won’t be able to wear.
Either way…happy birthday!!!! I hope you start to feel better about being 32!
Happy Birthday! I feel you. I’m turning 34 this Friday and it took me a while to remember which birthday this was. It seems like just yesterday I was hyperventilating about turning 30. I agree about the mall, but I was never a big shopper anyway… unless it’s to go to the grocery store. Now, that’s my idea of a fun night! Oh, and I only ever wear jeans and t-shirts. You are in good company. Enjoy your birthday and we love you!
Happy Birthday Jamie!!
I’m 34 and not really thrilled about it. I especially hate that I have to buy anti-acne and anti-wrinkle products for my skin.
Sorry about the grey hairs. Perhaps someone will give you a gift certificate to a hair salon to color those bad boys. :)
Happy Birthday Jamie! I could totally relate to your blog post. I started getting gray hairs about three years ago. At first it didn’t bother me, and I actually took a strange pride in it. But now they’re coming in in greater numbers and I’m thinking I might need to start dying my hair again! My boyfriend likes to point out that he is older than me (by 8 years!) and he still doesn’t have any gray hairs. Anyway, try not to let it bother you too much. There are more important things in life. Like birthday cake! Have a great day! :)