Argh..

Okay so this weekend is my precious grand daughters first birthday. Where did the time go? Seemed like just last week I was telling the Internet she was pregnant. Seems like just yesterday I was announcing her birth and here we are a year later. She walks, she talks, and she just amazes me. Everything she does amazes me.

Nick and HJ rented a hall to have her birthday in so the kids would have room to run around and play. We could invite a lot more family to attend and for once no one would feel left out or be left out. We could invite everyone. I mean it's the first big event for our family since Paul's Mother passed away. I don't mean for our entire family, I mean just for our one little section. Other people in the family have had big events, good ones too. But for us, the birth of the baby has been our biggest and well you don't invite a lot of people to that. The hospital frowns on too many people in the room.

Well not everyone seems to think it's a great thing. Some can't figure out why we'd rent a hall for a birthday party. Others can't figure out why we're making such a big deal out of a first birthday. Then you have the people who ask you things that make you say why the fuck are they part of my life again?

Examples of questions we've been asked...

Are you going to have an open bar?
NO, we are not going to have an open bar or ANY BAR for a one year old's birthday party. You can wait till Superbowl Sunday just like the baby has too!

Why would you rent a hall for a one year old's birthday party?
The strip club was already taken!

Her first birthday party.. how old will she be?
Umm... just under 30.

Is okay to bring the kids?
Absolutely no kids allowed at the birthday party.

And now you all wonder no more why I take ativan.

Comments

Denise said…
strip joint was already taken? book now for next year! It's a must for a 2nd birthday. ;-)
February 3, 2010 at 10:21 AM
Emsxiety said…
You're invited next year too. So make sure you start saving your dollars! Part of the proceeds goes to her college fund.
February 3, 2010 at 11:13 AM
Anonymous said…
I love your blogs you crazy woman!!
Love Angelfish
February 21, 2010 at 10:15 AM
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