Sunday, May 06, 2007

Bottles On the Ground, Are You Ready Now?

So, Kids. I don't want to lay a bunch more wah, wah on you, but I've had a crappy weekend on many different levels. Today I had to deal with my family and my ex-husband and it's made me very tired. The kind of tired where I could easily stay home and sleep for three days to avoid processing stuff. Which means I didn't get to too many blogs this weekend, I'll have to wait until later to answer your comments, and I will also wait until tomorrow to answer Margaret's interview questions. The good news for you, is that I'm not going into any more detail about my weekend crapfest. Instead, I'll tell you how Coadster's birthday party went. Because if I did one right thing this weekend, it was making sure Coadster had very tame fun at her party.

Apparently, Coadster's party was a great time for her and her friends. I was mainly there just to supervise, since Coadster had her music, and activities already planned.

Her friends seemed really enthusiastic about her party too. Kids tend to be particularly committed to celebrating nowadays. I don't remember any guys writing on their flesh in honor my birthday when I was in high school.

Sara and I had our work cut out for us, supervising this party. First of all, the maintenance guy at the rec center must have been really bored, because he kept coming in and checking on us. He was trying to be helpful, but I don't know how many times you have to tell someone you've got everything covered, until they stop asking you. He also got on our cases about the kids playing with the exercise balls. They were used for a jazzercise class, so the kids were not supposed to mess with them. I will stop just short of making the obvious "how fun it is to play with gigantic balls" joke, and move right on along.

At first, it felt like we were in an unchild-proofed room full of two year olds, who were all trying to stick their fingers in different electric sockets at the same time. I can't count how many times Sara and I were in midsentence, when I had to jump up and say, "Hey, you guys can't push someone in the wheeled office chairs really fast toward the wall of windows," or "Please leave the movie screen alone. If you break it, I'll lose my deposit."

Then the kids finally got creative and played boys against the girls in red rover, and once they were bored with that, the tamest game of spin-the-bottle I've ever witnessed. All of Coadster's warnings of dry humping were for naught. (thank god) During spin-the-bottle, they just kissed the hand of the person they landed on. Wussies. When I asked Coadster why they were so lame, she said, "Because I would be horrified if you saw me kiss a boy." Come to think of it, I'd be just as horrified to witness that as Coadster.


Les Quinn said...

haha they just kissed the hand...what a so un_70's thing to do!

Margaret said...

sorry the weekend sucked, it's too bad the family couldn't give you a pass for throwing a dry-hump-free teen party.

what a pretty picture of coadster and the cupcake, if boys had written on their flesh for my 15th, i'd probably have tried to lick them clean to say thanks

fringes said...

You and your kids have great friends. Most of my friends are relatives of mine. I don't get out that much.

Dagromm said...

It's hard to know when to look away as a parent. You don't want your kid to feel as if they never have any space, but if there is a deposit involved then that's probably a good time to pay attention.

Sarah said...

Sorry to hear abut the bad parts of your weekend (had my own crapfest too) - but thanks for filling us in on the party, and it sounds like it was fun and funny!

Here's a grandma line for ya:
What a lovely young lady Coadster is turning out to be.

Ok, back to my own, wonderful's always such a nice break to check your blog, Churlita!

Churlita said...

Les Quinn,

As I recall, it's also very un-eighties too.


It wasn't just my family, there were other things too. I'd hate to only have one crappy thing to deal with...

Those boys were pretty sweaty to be licking.


I think it helps to live in the same town where I went to college and to have worked at so many restaurants and bars when I was younger.


The deposit is definitely the deal breaker.

Churlita said...


If you ever want to feel better about yourself, just come on over and read my blog.

booda baby said...

RED ROVER!! What a great game!! I think that's so cool that they did whatever they felt like doing - well, as long as it was in the 'protect the deposit' boundaries.

We still have waaaayy too much fun playing ping pong and sometimes it occurs to me that it would be more age appropriate to be - oh, I don't know. Taking a nap. Or going to a symphony. Both of which are great, of course, but ping pong is better.

Maybe next time family threatens to annoy, a good game of Red Rover will get all their Annoying Urges out of their system.

mac said...

At least you had ONE good memory from this weekend right?

David in DC said...

It's funny, but I remember having blue balls after a few high school parties.

Churlita said...

Booda Baby,

It was really my ex-husband and my aunt. Maybe dodge ball would be more appropriate for them.


It wasn't all bad. There was just a lot of stress and then last night, there was uncertainty and confusion, and I don't do well with those things. Even if it's bad, I'd rather know so I can start dealing with it.

David in DC,

Did you guys kiss on the hand when playing spin-the-bottle too?

evil-e said...

If it makes you feel any better, I will paint your name on my chest!!

Sounds like the party was the only thing good about the weekend.

Buck up, it's a new week and you are reset to 000.

l.b. said...

I feel your pain for the suckish part of the weekend. If you daughter had a good time at her party though, you should feel very pleased. Teenages can be so hard to satisfy...or is that just mine?

Remiman said...

What the heck is "spin the bottle"?
Is it a drinking game? Sounds like the weekend was positive on balance and you are smart to focus on those parts.

Tara said...

Looks like lots of fun! Happy Birthday to your daughter! I don't remember any guys writing on their chests when my birthday came around either.

Churlita said...


Ha. Thanks, but I think it's the kind of thing you only really appreciate in high school.


Absolutely. None of the other bad crap really matters.


Are you serious? Spin the bottle is a game where one person spins a bottle and whoever it lands on, they have to kiss.


Thanks. Maybe we can start a support group.

David in DC said...

No, Churl, I've never even heard of such a sacrilege.

I'm with you: Wussies!