Thursday, July 17, 2008
Shelby's Birthday Party
So since I'm a new blogger I'm going to do a few posts to update on the past month. These are pictures from Shelby's 2nd Birthday party. The highlights had to be either when it started raining so we had to cut the horse rides short, cancel the campfire cookout and move the party inside, or when we all started singing Happy Birthday and Shelby started crying. But my very favorite part was that I had to give in to peer pressure from Mikasa and Danette that I could be Betty Crocker and if any of you think it would be a good idea to make cupcakes that look like barn animals and a barn for a cake because it looks easy in the magazine, DON'T DO IT. These little cakes represent 8 hours of my life that I will never get back. Never. So basically for her birthday we got her a bike which she loved, a cake she really probably didn't care about, and 8 hours of being neglected while I made the stupid thing. Next year I'll make a little phone call to the bakery, pick up the cake and actually spend some time with her on her birthday.
And another thing it's intimidating enough to write anything that my big brother the "Published" author might read but then he has to go and leave a comment like the one on the kidS post and make me laugh and cry and reminisce about the good old days and just when I was feeling like I might actually be witty enough to write something interesting here he has to show me up on my own blog! I do like to get comments though at least then I know I'm not just babbling to myself. Of course you know it's easy to comment on other people's blogs but when Ky has the guts to actually step it up and start his own blog then he can talk.
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I know all I need now is a comment "Life before you realized you weren't an indian" haha. and the little cakes were so cute...and tasty...well worth the 8 hours of your time.
ReplyDeleteYou're so cute, you are already a way cooler blogger than me. I love to have blogging sisters. And don't worry the cupcake incident is like giving birth, it comes with a kind of amnesia, you'll forget by next year and do it all over again.
ReplyDeleteNaticia, I really love the way you've arranged this. You get to spout whatever you want right smack dab in the middle of the main page and have your comments nicely correlated with an accompanying slide show and with pink satin and black silk ribbons beautifully framing your prose, yet if I want to get my two cents in, I am forced to rant away on the comments page with my thoughts and pulitzer caliber writ nicely buried and tucked safely out of sight of the average visitor. Nice tactic. Oh and then theres that fun little google/blogger password thing. I never remember what I put down the time before and so ultimately I 'sign up' again and again just to get my little blog jab published and out there for all you countless comment miners.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, yes, 'life before you realized you weren't an indian'. I love it...that could be a book by itself...Shayla your blog is no longer safe. Check it soon as there will be ample verbal abuse for you as well. And Sven should not be allowed to comment. Tell me he actually posted his comment on his own. I am struggling to believe he accurately typed in the word verification thingy. Even I am challenged by this wonderful invention of taking a made up word with like one vowel and eighteen consanants and then skidding a bike tire through the whole thing and then asking you to first decipher and then retype it just to make sure you really know your letters. What??!?. Well, the birthday party looks like it was a great time, I'm sure I have an overlooked invitation on my fridge somewhere??!!? And I don't really see the problem with the barnyard cupcakes. They looked really good and very anatomically accurate. THe pigs were pink. I got that much. And the pony ride looked to me like it worked out just fine. Seriously though, I like all of the pictures and have actually a printed and soon to be framed photo of the watermelon feast from the 4th of July. Did you guys get a new camera? Tysen and Danette did some new ones lately too that looked pretty cool. Good stuff. Maybe I should only talk about other people on their own blogs. I don't really know the rules. Anyway, my blog is on the way. Prepare to step it up a half notch. Oh and on the torture thing, I completely concur. It must be an instinct thing. I think it comes from actually wanting to eat their little bellies up. With Beck, I usually start off with the mental abuse of stalking him around the bed making really weird noises and doing the freaky tiptoe sneaking up on you thing, but I do it in plain sight so i can maximize the psychological anquish before I actually pounce on him, sink my teeth into his hamstrings and run my little fingers all over his ribs. First assault and then battery. Ah, good times.