Shoot! My husband is turning 50 in 5 days… and I totally did not realize it was nearly June. To be fair – to me – I’ve had a lot on my mind. A dear friend is going through a nasty divorce, and had 10 days to move herself and two girls out of their lovely home into a one bedroom apartment. I can’t say how I feel about the whole situation because curse words would be involved… I will get into that another day! However, because of this I have been coordinating work days at her home to schedule people to pack and get people and vehicles to do the actual moving this weekend… as well as trying to help my poor friend not to have a complete breakdown. I’ve spent more time texting the last few days than I have in all the time I’ve actually had the ability to text… it’s been crazy. Not to mention working extra hours because this week was our big semi-annual sale, and it’s Kiki’s last week of school so we’ve been doing study guides and extra credit to pull her grades up (she has some B’s and would prefer to finish with A’s) and studying for finals… Also, she is working towards a mission trip to a foreign county in July, and her 16th birthday is this summer and I’ve been working on preparations for that for months (she wants a big to-do, so to pull that off I’ve had to take care of things in small $ amounts over several months). So in the midst of all that, I kind of forgot my husband’s big day.
Until today, when my mom asked when we were doing “the birthdays”. It’s always been sort of a 1-2 punch, as my dad’s birthday is one day after my husband’s, so we usually celebrate them together, with a family get-together of some sort. Which is fine, they both like that… but this year, since it was his 50th, I wanted to do something… special. Not huge, but special. And I spaced. And I’m not sure what to do about it at this point.
On the flip side, my daughter’s birthday is going to be fabulous!!Oops.
Okay, so first I will admit I am cranky, so that may be coloring my viewpoint… but, still.
I have a friend acquaintance in one group of people I know who is turning 40 this year. (I am not trying to be rude… I just don’t really consider her a “friend”… I like her, she’s a nice (if albeit very tightly wound) individual, but it’s not like we ever do anything together outside of this particular group.
She is having a birthday party this weekend. She is going all out – renting a event center, hiring a band and a bartender… I mean, making it a huge deal. Which is fine… I mean, not my style; I’m more of a garden-party-in-my-backyard kind of gal – but that’s fine. She has made it a “themed” party, which again, not my style but fine. Whatever floats her boat. (That’s really more of my teenaged daughter’s kind of party, lol!) But what bothers me about the whole deal is that she’s making a really big deal about all of her guests dressing up in the theme. I mean, to the extent of trying to guilt me into dressing up! I asked her “are we uninvited if we don’t dress in costume?” and she was like “Yes! You have to dress up! You do NOT want to come to my party not in costume!” I persisted “seriously, I don’t have anything like that to wear” to which she replied “go to the thrift shop! You can find stuff cheap!” Okay. I understand I could get stuff at the thrift store. However, if I have to buy something for myself, my husband and my daughter, even if I can find $5.00 items, if it’s a top and skirt or pants each, that’s $30.00… $30.00 for stuff I will never, ever wear again. When I am barely scraping by financially. Which makes me feel like I am being charged a fee to attend someone’s birthday party.
My daughter usually has themed birthday parties. She always dresses up, and we decorate in the theme. We always, always make it very clear in the invitations that dressing up is optional, and that she has extra items if anyone wants to borrow something. I would never want to make someone feel uncomfortable if they don’t enjoy dressing up, nor would I want them to feel pressured to spend money they may not have to attend a party. I guess not everyone feels as I do.
Kiki’s birthday is Sunday, and since her current obsession is Pirates of the Caribbean (or, more specifically, Jack Sparrow and Will Turner!) that is her party theme.
I really needed to not spend as much money on her party as I have in the past, (I tend to go a little crazy) so we scoured thrift stores and discount places for the things we needed… and did we luck out! We found all kinds of stuff that looks like treasure and other piratey things. Then we happened to have some other stuff in the storage unit (like dress-up jewelry) that we were actually able to find… I am going to make a pirate sail, – a Black Pearl sail, of course! – and if you can believe it, I actually found a black sheet at the thrift store! How likely is that to happen??
So, the table is set…
(ignore the rubber bands on the top of the candleabra… I’m trying to ‘tweak’ it a bit…)
Then there is the cake. It rocks!! I did an amazing job, if I do say so myself. 🙂
I went the lazy route and used a (modified) cake mix, so of course it wanted to fall apart… unlike a good scratch-made cake… oh well. It worked.
Here was my inspiration ~
So I covered the cake first with buttercream icing:
First off, I think birthdays should always be on Sunday. I mean, pretty much everyone has that day off… I know, not everyone, but most folks in my circle, anyway. The day started off with church, which is always a good way to start. The service we go to isn’t super early, so I don’t mind – too terribly – getting out of bed. I also have a big group of my ‘peeps’ to sit with, so even on days like yesterday when Alan is in the coffeebar and therefore goes to early service instead, I don’t have to sit alone. Not that I’d hate that, I’m a big girl and sit by myself just fine… but it’s more fun to sit with my friends.
After church we went boating with some other friends. We went to a small reservoir nestled in the sagebrush covered hills of southern Idaho. You drive up Freeze Out Hill then past Frozen Dog Road – I’m so not making this up!! Funny stuff, this place I live in. The hills are dry and the grass is brown, so they look like beige velvet. The sky was as blue as you can imagine, with huge puffy white clouds piled up over the Boise Mountain range in the distance. It just so darn beautiful here! I was careful to wear sunscreen as that stupid medicine is still in my body messing things up, one of which is causing me to burn easily. The kids all got to try waterskiing and tubing and had an absolute blast. (I used to adore waterskiing, but it’s been over 20 years and 100 pounds ago – I was afraid I’d hurt something if I tried it!) Maybe next summer…. I’m irritated because I forgot to take my camera! I did find one pic online that sort of gives an idea of the area we were in, but doesn’t really do it justice –
Anyway, we had a fabulous time! We had to rush home from there (about a 45 min. drive, thru the town we used to live in, which made me really miss it!) take about 15 minutes to change clothes, try to do something with our hair to not look all wind-tousled, then head over to my sister’s for my birthday party. It was actually more of a tea than a party… that just sounded nicer to me! My sister has a real talent for design and decorating, so it looked amazing. We had lots of goodies and jabbering… how can you beat that??
So, all in all, since I had no real choice in the matter of turning 50, it was still a good day when all was said and done. I guess I can continue to push forward, one day at a time.