Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I always got to invite EVERYONE to my parties, not just eight or ten kids (an envy-making fact among my friends). Mom would make ice cream cake (layering the ice cream and the cake) in whatever combination I wanted (generally chocolate cake, chocolate chip mint ice cream) and color the whip cream icing however I wanted. We'd play party games and have goodie bags. We'd decorate with streamers that would stay up until they sagged enough that we could pull them down just by jumping. Sometimes there'd be a theme, one year everything was Chinese. (I was older by then, we actually had food and not just soda and cake -- chicken chow mein iirc).
For my little sister's parties sometimes one of my friends and I dressed up and were assistants. One year my Grandmother made us panda costumes. The next year we were Raggedy Ann and Andy.
One of the big deals about birthday parties was that it was the only time we had soda in the house (and for a few days afterwards). That was a huge treat.
I remember preparing for the parties as being nearly as much fun as the things themselves. We made pinatas and stuffed them with whatever I picked, decorated with the colors I picked...
The theme I see when I look at this is that it was MY special day and I could create something special and be in charge.
I remember when my friends started having roller skating parties. That was pretty fun, but sometimes they didn't open the presents during the party -- I considered this unforgiveably rude.
drive-by/drop in: hi, been on vacation, taking my mother to MD appts (she's having back surgery next week), + have stressful time-critical stuff going on re my house.
BUT, I wanted to stop by and thank Lee for the awesomely beautiful tiara that's ARTISAN-MADE! It's gorgeous, with gold colored wire holding fall-colored beads aloft. It's just lovely. Alas, I'm digital camera & home-computer-free but I shall bring it to work and see if one of my coworkers will shoot a pic of me wearing it with the company digitial camera and put it up somehow. (Ooo! I can try saving something into yahoo and posting it. That'll be an adventure; my first time!)
I return you to your regularly scheduled bitches. See you later. ::waves::
Mememe:
Annabel could easily climb onto the couch at my childhood home. Ours is an eensy bit higher and has more slippery upholstery. This is leading to much toddler frustration. I'm not helping her. The instant she masters getting onto this couch, I can't store the remotes and my library books on the shelf behind it anymore, and I haven't figured out where else to put them yet.
The cat I thought was sick, possibly dying? Belongs to the neighbor across the road. Is perfectly healthy, though missing an eye, and its supposedly sickly behavior (e.g. not scatting when shoo'ed away) is just laziness and unflappability. Its name is Oreo. Apparently while we were gone it decided to claim our yard as its own.
I realized on the way home from errands today that the collar of my polo was rolled under on one side. I really wish my neighbor, the librarian, or the cashier at the store had been thoughtful enough to point it out. Maybe they didn't notice either....
See Great Write for an update on my writing contest experiences.
Remember those wedding reception invites I was complaining about a few months back? The friend and her brother who had each eloped and their mother was throwing them each a wedding reception? The people I hadn't seen in about a decade? Well I just received an invite for a baby shower for the same friend. I didn't attend either reception and my mother didn't either. She sent a gift from both of us so that I wouldn't have to spend the money. You think they would have gotten the hint.
Annabel could easily climb onto the couch at my childhood home. Ours is an eensy bit higher and has more slippery upholstery. This is leading to much toddler frustration. I'm not helping her. The instant she masters getting onto this couch, I can't store the remotes and my library books on the shelf behind it anymore, and I haven't figured out where else to put them yet.
enjoy it while you can. I went to the bathroom today and found Owen happily dialing the telephone. Everything at our house goes on top of the entertainment center now.
Annabel could easily climb onto the couch at my childhood home. Ours is an eensy bit higher and has more slippery upholstery. This is leading to much toddler frustration. I'm not helping her. The instant she masters getting onto this couch, I can't store the remotes and my library books on the shelf behind it anymore, and I haven't figured out where else to put them yet.
Aw, this sounds adorable. You know, from a distance.
Well I just received an invite for a baby shower for the same friend. I didn't attend either reception and my mother didn't either. She sent a gift from both of us so that I wouldn't have to spend the money. You think they would have gotten the hint.
I choose to believe that these invitations are also just announcements and no gift is required.
I am home and have, while waiting for the whole doctor thing on Thursday, partaken of my Teppy-approved (okay, she didn't approve so much as not tell me that I was crazy insane and tell me to call Poison Control, ergo approval) ritual. Dumb-ass minor drugs have been consumed. I have a pear cider. Baths to follow. And the whole season of SG:A is taping. Life is tolerable.
I went to the bathroom today and found Owen happily dialing the telephone. Everything at our house goes on top of the entertainment center now.
Things Leif has done while I've gone to the bathroom:
Gotten into the refrigerator, grabbed a carton of eggs and started smashing them on the floor.
Taken the sprayer on the kitchen sink and covered the kitchen in water.
Used a barstool to get into an upper cabinet, stolen a bag of candy, find a hiding place, and stuffed self with candy.
Poured numerous liquids on his head.
Used a barstool to get into an upper cabinet, grabbed a can of cooking spray and covered the kitchen floor with said spray. This resulted in a nasty surprise when I went into the kitchen.
Grabbed ketchup bottle and started to try to squeeze out contents onto floor.
Grabbed maple syrup bottle and managed to squeeze contents onto carpet.
Numerous incidents with diaper rash cream spreading, dresser emptying, and shelf clearing.
We had pretty neat parties. But they weren't huge.
It's fun to get creative and do it at home, especially if the birthday child gets involved. Ben had a Harry Potter party one year and we made a Sorting Hat cake, and banners for each house, and paper candles we hung from fishing line from beams in our ceiling (so they looked like they were floating). Jake had a Survivor party one year, and we had all kinds of outdoor challenges for them to do, and camo face painting (which they did themselves). I made palm leaves and bark out of construction paper and stapled them to the wooden posts on the patio/former carport. Never let either of them invite more than ten kids, though.
I went to the bathroom today and found Owen happily dialing the telephone. Everything at our house goes on top of the entertainment center now.
Sara tries to answer the phone. And has learned to move chairs or other things to use as steps to get up high. It's like, "Go, you're so creative and resourceful!" and "Damn, you're so friggin' unstoppable and resourceful" all at once.
Oh man. Leif and Sara should never meet. She's obsessed with chocolate syrup, which she gets out of the fridge and tries to chug.
Things Leif has done while I've gone to the bathroom:
I'm. Never. Peeing. Again.
::crosses legs
::dabs SuperGlue betwixt knees
