I'm an awkward and uncomfortable thing

I can't seem to embed this video (maybe cause it's unlisted) but here is a link to a little bit of Isaac playing soccer. After we were done with soccer he took off with his dad and I headed into the city to meet up with Becca and Jamie. We did the following:

• Rode the El into the city
• Caught up with the Occupy Philly people who were marching around for bank transfer day
• Went to a whole bunch of stores but niether of us bought anything
• Finally decided what I want to do to celebrate my 30th with friends
• Went to Sephora and tried on a bunch of outrageously expensive makeup. (Seriously, who would buy a 30 dollar single eyeshadow?!)
• Ate dinner at El Camino Real (SO YUMMY)
• went to a Barcade that featured tons of video games from the 80s like Ms. Pacman, Tron, Double Dragon, Tetris, etc.
• Ran into someone I knew from Pitt there.
• Made plans for Thanksgiving Eve to see my old friend Nicole.

I finally decided to sign Isaac up for the winter Saturday soccer clinic. If you've talked to me at all this weekend, chances are I probably hashed this to death with you, but it's been weighing heavily on my mind. Isaac was invited to this winter Saturday soccer clinic that runs from the end of fall soccer to the beginning of spring soccer.

• Pros
• it will help him improve as a player
• it is recommended for kids who will probably play travel soccer, which Isaac probably will
• It will give us something to do on Saturday mornings when he is with me
• He loves, loves, loves soccer.

• Cons
• we have to buy him indoor soccer shoes
• it will mean a Saturday commitment for 75% of the year
• it means that our visitation schedule is reduced to only Saturdays for 75% of the year instead of whole weekends.
• It makes me miss having occasional Friday nights to myself.
• And then it makes me feel terribly guilty and selfish for missing Friday nights so much.

I had made the decision to NOT have him do it after I recieved the inital e-mail invitation. There are plenty of other years for soccer clinics. But of course the coach came over and mentioned it in front of M (Isaac's dad) and of course he thought I should for sure do it. This of course made me insist that he shouldn't, just to be contrary and disagreeable. Anyways, his dad agreed that he would take him some extra Saturdays to make up for missed Friday nights. So I think that's a good compromise. And I swear I won't talk about it anymore.

ANYWAYS.

Back to my birthday. The big 30. I will be blogging more extensively about that sooner or later I'm sure. In the mean time I stumbled across this vlog about it that I loved and thought I would share. I thought I found a grey hair the other day, just in time for the big birthday and that freaked me out way more than the age bracket change does. I called Isaac into the bathroom and demanded to know if the hair was white or blond. He declared it to be white and then helped me rip it out of my head. Hopefully ten more don't grow in it's place. I'm not ready for that. Anyhow, I will begin celebrations this Friday with a family dinner at a local Hibachi. We went last year and had so much fun, but Isaac was at his dad's. This year I wanted to choose a time when he could come too, cause I think he will love it. More birthday plans to come.

I guess I better wrap this up and go to work. Happy Tuesday all!