It's My Party

I am planning A's party for September in my mind already. (Shut up. I totally love kids birthday parties. This in no way makes me a crazy cheerleadery like person.) And I am running into the same problem I have with every party I throw.......the guest list.

I love to throw a party. I love to invite everyone, anyone, possibly the random person I met on the street. And as Audrey gets older I can get back to throwing SUPER! COOL! parties with games and themes and such. (Kids under 3-4 just don't get games, which uber sucks for parents who love board games, and lawn games and, well, just about any game. Not that I am competitive or anything.) So this year there will be GAMES (albeit very small child oriented games) and who couldn't love my cooking and then there will be the CAKE. (Which, I make pretty cool ones if I do say so myself.) So I want to invite, like, EVERY single kid I know. And their parents. Because I want everyone to revel in the coolness that will be this party. (And you thought A's birthday party was about her, HA!)

But I know in reality that the party probably won't be as cool as it is in my head. I will run out of time, money, and end up frustrated because A will want to "help" me by destroying 1/2 of what I make to prepare. Plus, it is hard to herd that many children. So I am trying to convince myself that I should maybe not invite EVERYONE I have ever known. We will see how that goes.

S is the letter of the day

As in, "Shit I forgot that I need to write a paper for tomorrow."

As in, "Suck it MOM I don't need a nap!"

As in, "Son of a GUN that hurt." - When you step on some random toy.

As in, "Sunday would be SUPER for a multi-family dinner get together."

I am feeling a little cranky today. My to do list is looking about as long as it ever has. My kid didn't take a nap. And I have to write a paper for school tomorrow. FRICK!

A paper on the origins of butternut squash, complete with reference citations and a title page and all that wonderful crappola. Don't get me wrong, I am all for literacy and the ability to write a properly cited paper. And I could have, about 12 years ago when I last took an English class. But writing a paper for a cooking class seems a bit ridiculous. Also, when you ask a librarian to help you get started and she looks at you with pity and contempt after all of her database searches come up empty and refers you to some random website, you are pretty sure she is just trying to get rid of you. So I am working on citations......and figuring out just how much Wikipedia can be trusted.

Notes on Remodeling

Dear Self,

I know that you are feeling pretty good about your newly "completed" kitchen. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you of a few lessons learned during this project.

1. You are NOT actually done. Please attempt to complete the remaining parts of this project in a timely manner. (Six months is NOT timely and should not even be considered as a goal, ya lazy bum.) Include the curtains since they are the whole reason you started this insane project in the first place.
2. House paint and two year olds DO NOT MIX. No, you won't be able to manage it. No, your daughter will not be content to paint a random board. No you can't, whatever your other crazy scheme is. JUST NO!
3. Please remember #2 and dress your daughter accordingly if you are stupid enough to have a can of paint open in the house while she is conscious.
4. While you are at it, please dress yourself appropriately. You can't eat without spilling stuff on yourself. What the hell made you think that you can paint in your one pair of decent shorts without getting paint on them? And WHY would you change out of your "good" shorts into another non-grubby outfit when you knew you weren't done. Why, self, WHY?
5. Additionally, pay attention to the prep work. The paint is on you, the paint is on the floor and the paint is on the counter. I know that by the time you taped stuff off and put plastic over the cabinets you were anxious to start the "real" work. Guess what? The prep work is "real" work. Plus it saves you from spending what seems like an eternity scraping paint off of shit with a razor blade.
6. Please for the LOVE OF GOD think about a project like this for more than 15 mins. I know you had the paint in the garage, and you were feeling a little crappy about flaking out on something you committed to, but remodeling is probably NOT the most practical mood lifter in this instance. Because really the mood doesn't get lifted until you finish the darn thing. Plus, a week of trying to figure out how to feed your kid breakfast and lunch when you have disconnected the oven is difficult without preplanning.
7. If you don't heed #6, please at least CLEAN THE DAMN KITCHEN before you start tearing apart the cabinets.

That is all for now.

Love you lots,

Yourself