Won't Get Fooled Again

Whew.

We survived!

My face kinda says it all ...

The shindig was quite fun, just not what I imagined. I gave myself about a third of the time I needed to prepare, so I was still frosting cupcakes when guests started to arrive. Thank God for family members willing to pitch in!

What did I learn? Hmmm. Let me see.

1. Lavish birthday parties are not my style. Don't get me wrong; it was a lot of fun seeing family and friends and planning and decorating, but that was far outweighed by all the self-induced stress. Plus, it ended up getting really expensive. I have no idea how that happened ... *innocent blink*.

2. It's very difficult to fit three days of work into six hours. In other words, I (still) don't have very good time management skills.

Duh.

Maybe now that I've accepted this character quirk, I'll stop trying to fit REALLY BIG projects into really small time frames.

Maybe.

3. Getting sick doesn't help anything at all. Mostly because it's not very attractive to hack all over your party guests (and their food). I'm feeling a bit better after 16 hours of sleep. Sixteen hours I could have been using to end world hunger or something. Possibly with all the leftover cupcakes ...

4. Always listen to your mother. How many times am I going to have to learn this lesson?

She suggested I call everyone and cancel when I woke up on Saturday and felt like I was dying. But, noooo, that would have been positively preposterous. I had already, you know, made cupcakes and ... stuff.

4. Things never turn out like they look on Pinterest. I partially blame the Internet for my disillusionment about this whole thing. I searched and searched for ideas and came up with all these blog posts of perfect parties with perfect people and perfect decorations and I started thinking, "Surely this can't be that hard."

Well, it is if you're a normal human being. It's kinda like thinking you can look like a magazine model.

Just. not. possible. Especially when you're five months pregnant ...

5. It's really hard to make Sesame Street characters look like Sesame Street characters. They kinda look more like deformed Veggie Tales characters. Obese deformed Veggie Tales characters. But they tasted delicious and best of all ....

I CONQUERED HIGH ALTITUDE CUPCAKES!!!

Thank you, Duncan Hines.




6. We may will be doing something less stressful/expensive/messy in the future. It was fun and Talen had fun, but again, not my style. I am not Superwoman, and that is okay.

And oh yeah, happy birthday to T! 365 days ago I was thinking my insides would fall out if I stood up ...

Hooray for happier memories!

The Birthday Party

Talen's birthday party is this Saturday and I have been busy preparing for the Sesame Street-themed bash ... and by preparing I mean sampling different types of frosting with a spoonful or five.

I'm going to attempt to make these cupcakes from Annie's Eats:

found on Pinterest ... of course

Hopefully this is not my reality on Saturday morning:

close enough

Oh well. T Dubbs won't remember it.

Then all I'll have to do is drug the party guests ...

You have been warned  >: ]

Excuses, Excuses

Hiya, peeps.

Sorry for the blogging dry spell. Seems I'm full of excuses about those lately. Reasons this time? Let me see here.

In the past few weeks we packed up our house (in three days), moved all our crap to the new house, moved the rest of the crap to my parents until the final exodus in June, I'm training a replacement at work, and T Dubbs has been sick, sick, sick. We actually ended up in the ER a week ago because he was breathing too rapidly and drooling excessively. They were afraid it was epiglottitis (very serious) so they had to take a chest x-ray and then diagnosed it as croup (not so serious). The doc gave him a steroid shot which turned him into a horrible tiny monstrosity. I kid you not. I know steroid shots aren't supposed to have any side effects, but they did.

Anyhoo, I'm happy to report he is completely recuperated. The rest of us, not so much. We will never catch up on sleep again. It's hard to really communicate the horrible-ness of croup. Imagine having your fingers and toes smashed by a meat grinder one by one while your eyelids are being ripped off in tiny pieces. It's kinda like I imagine that would feel. I can't even imagine how bad it must have been for T!

And I've been pregnant the whole time.

Hooray for crazy.

Hooray!

I interrupt whatever important thing you happen to be doing to bring you a special announcement!

The little wiggle worm is a:

T Dubbs was seriously excited. About the Scrabble tiles, that is.

I would have taken a picture of him, but I was busy trying to fish the letter "E" out of his mouth ...

Hooray for pink and bows and dress-up clothes!

Whoops

Just clarifying what I meant by "move". We're still in this tiny town, just hangin' at my parents house until the first weekend in June when the BIG move occurs. Sorry for the befuddlement :-) Now you know how I feel pretty much all the time ...

Mawage

Mawage. Mawage is what bwings you this bwog post today.

It was recently brought to my attention (by my husband) that I do a whole lotta husband bashing on this site. I had no idea he actually read my fripperies (is that a word?), so when I found out how he felt, I figured I should set the record straight.

My husband is an amazing man. Why? Because he puts up with me. And that is a big deal because I am occasionally a sarcastic b*tch.

Okay, most of the time.

So, thank you, dear husband, for putting up with me instead of shooting me in the head. That's probably what I would do if I had to live with myself.

I can't promise I won't occasionally lament about dirty socks on the floor, but I will do my very best to present the good more often than the bad and the ugly.

Hooray for marriage licenses and possible  heat stroke!

Sometimes creativity sucks ...

Sorry for the posting shortages. I have a good reason, I promise.

We're moving a bit earlier than expected (like 6 to 8 week earlier ... ). I turned on the outside faucet Sunday so hubby could wash the patio. I went in the house, walked through a gigantic puddle, kept going, stopped, thought for a few seconds, yelled, turned and smashed my face into a cabinet, then ran outside to turn the water off. The landlords came over to have a look-see and evidently the break is behind a beam or something (carpentry expert I am not), so they're going to have to tear apart the kitchen to find the problem.

Which has led to a major packing spree. Have you ever packed a house in two days? I have. Twice. Last time, I did it by myself the while hubby went to the movies.

Can you tell I'm still a bit annoyed about that?

All this stress has led to a gigantic pimple and a to-do list a mile long. Plus, I'm finding all kinds of things that are "messed up". Being renters, this is a BIG DEAL.

For example, I spent an hour carefully scraping hot glue off the bottom of a cabinet. Bursts of creativity must shut off the common sense part of my brain. I mean, who hasn't thought, "Of course I can cut out 15,000 elf feet in two hours"? ... maybe that was just me.

Anyhoo, between the hot glue and the millions of tack holes in the wall and the pink wax spot on one of the (custom) honeycomb shades and the floor stains, it will be a miracle if we get our deposit back.

Oh, woe is me. WOEEE IS MEEE.

Whining to no one in particular is good therapy.