Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Birthday Update

Drama Queen nixed the luau/beach theme. She was, at least initially, for it, but I think she's been talking to her friends. Her new theme? Black and white. How the hades am I supposed to do anything with black and white? She's killing me. Her other requests?


*Nothing floating in the pool. Which makes sense, since they will be swimming. But that means no rubber duckies! The DUCKIES! Oh the humanity! (I may order the plain white, "design your own" ducks from OTC and sneak them into the gift bags. 'cause I love the duckies.) I am actually disobeying this dictate, since I found these floating projectors that do a "light show" on the bottom of your pool. Her response when I brought the home? "They aren't black and white." Ugh.


*No pizza. And there has to be vegetarian selections. I may overrule her on this item, as well. I don't know yet. If you want vegetarian, pizza is easy and most every teen likes it. (Dear DQ's weirdo friend. What is up with you not liking pizza? It's practically a law that if you are an American teenager, you have to like pizza. Thank God you aren't my child. You'd starve to death.)


*No glow sticks. Oh, huh. I am breaking out the glow sticks. I don't care if it is her birthday. Glow sticks are fun. I love glow sticks. Especially the necklaces. I hand them out almost every Halloween. Last year, I didn't and every other stinking kid asked about them. I am the glow stick lady. Don't harsh on my groove, DQ.


*No party favors! I practically had to twist her arm to do black and white paper bags with candy in them. Seriously, she is killing me! Ugh. Now does anyone have good black/white candy ideas? I have mini boxes of Jr. Mints and Hershey Bars so far. Help!


She wants to send out the invitations now, which is perhaps a wee bit early, since we're thinking early June for the party. Me thinks 2 months is probably too much notice. She disagrees, but this is why I have veto power. I will allow three weeks out, but no sooner. She has the date to design and send out invitations on her calendar (and mine). No she's not my daughter. Not at all.


See, I told you. This party is going to be a blogging goldmine!

3 comments:

jennyonthespot said...

Good gracious. I thing the pool light show ROCKS! Do I need to come out and help you show her what is REALLY cool? Just gimme the word.

Corgimom said...

Greetings! I'm here from Sleeping Mommy.

Jellybeans can do black and white fairly well, but they will probably all be licorice flavor.

Piano keys for thematic decorations? or pandas? chess sets? Young Michael Jackson with Older Michael Jackson?

You could worry DQ with the possible theme of checkered flags, race cars and tires...

Definitely keep the glow sticks! Let her paint some of them black since it could prove interesting when they are cracked.

Vegetarian not pizza: black olives, white cheese, water crackers with cracked pepper, black beans and white flour tortillas.

Ok, playtime is over and back to work I must go. Best of luck to you!

Goddess in Progress said...

Oh man, I want to come to the party that YOU plan. It's too bad that anything "mom" suggests is automatically uncool...

Oh, by the way, I tagged you for the seven random things meme. Ignore it if you like... :-)

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