Teenage Birthday Parties Are For Sissies
(Damn, I have a popcorn kernel in my tooth and it's bugging the crap out of me.)
This past Saturday I had eight 13yr old boys descend upon my house for HOURS. It still amazes me that Ken turned 13. I met him when he was 7 and that seemed like just yesterday. (The kernel is starting to piss me off. Where the hell is my dental floss when I need it?) The hoard of teenagers spent the hours beating up on each other, farting, being loud and inhaling as much food as they could possibly fit into their mouths. I spent $50 on pizza and I can't remember how much was spent of chips and other like crap. It was a good time. Kevin sent Ken on a goose chase to find his one big birthday present. He got 3 tickets to see Bon Jovi. Aaron tried to play with the big boys, but was often rebuffed. By 8:30 pm I begged the boys to finally call their parents. I wanted to get into my pajamas and I wasn't about to have strange teenage boys stare at me in my jimmy-jammies. Although I do have to say, it felt good to be the "cool" house that all the kids wanted to hang out at.
(My hockey cake. A cake decorator I am not.)
(Random toad Aaron and I almost stepped on. No, I don't know what toads have to do with birthday parties.)
Happy Birthday Ken. May we survive the teenage years intact.
(Oh, and to the Google search person who found me with "I never used to have boogers, but now I have a lot", you should have a stuck popcorn kernel. Then you'd really be pissed off and forget about your booger issue. Besides that's what your finger is for.)
The cake looks good to me.
Your last paragraph had me laughing :)
Posted by: chrisb | May 06, 2008 at 08:50 AM
A nine-year old's birthday party ain't for sissies either... Love your cake. What's the green and black thing in the middle? I am totally unfamiliar with hockey, so I have no idea what that might be.
I need to post about ZBoy's party. They had lots of fun and wore me out.
Aaron looks like a speed skater in that picture - is he practicing for his future hockey career?
Love your toad - we seem to get mostly green tree frogs this time of year.
Posted by: Sayre | May 06, 2008 at 09:13 AM
You were a brave brave woman! Right now - 13 year old boys scare me. But, I'll have one in 6 more years - tons of time to get over that, I guess.
Posted by: Karmyn R | May 06, 2008 at 10:29 AM
I applaud you for encouraging gold digging. I agree. Fingers are for picking.
And, heaven help you for teenage years. UGH.
Posted by: anglophilefootballfanatic | May 06, 2008 at 02:55 PM
Your cake looks wonderful! And I'm sure years from now he will remember all of those painstaking hours you lovingly spent baking, design planning and creating magic to make it a reality. And if he doesn't... totally remind him! ;)
I'm glad you survived! And it sounds like everyone had a terrific time! :) :)
Posted by: Irish Coffeehouse | May 06, 2008 at 10:25 PM
fingers are indeed for picking!
and toads are for ... um ... i don't know. what ARE toads for? to help you forget that you have a teenager in your house?
perhaps.....
Posted by: the planet of janet | May 07, 2008 at 02:12 AM
You are the cool house? DUDE!
Hehe.
Happy Birthday!
Also, to the booger person, maybe you are living in a dustier house now? Utilize your finger or a tissue to remove them. (The boogers, not the dust).
Posted by: Veronica | May 07, 2008 at 02:47 AM
I must have a really boring blog because I never get funny Google searches. But it is also scary to think about what people are actually looking up on the internet.
Posted by: Jacki | May 07, 2008 at 07:35 AM
Wow! A teenager! I've still got a few years to get to that one. Happy B-Day, Ken!
Posted by: Heather | May 08, 2008 at 06:57 PM