Yesterday we celebrated my sister and my dad’s birthdays. Their birthdays are not on the same day, but they are just over a week apart. Not to upset either family member, but my dad was turning 60 and my sister was celebrating her big 21er. Don’t worry, you are going to see those numbers later on in the post so its not really a surprise.
We started the night with dinner. Thankfully my mom made food that I was able to eat even with my diet restrictions. Here is the gang:
After we were bloated like a turkey from all the fixin’s we headed in for a “surprise” coordinated by my sisters boyfriend. All we knew was that it involved a blindfold and a stick.
Yes, that’s right, it was a PINATA!! He made her be the swinger (for lack of a better word) and boy did that girl swing. It made me a little nervous to be taking pictures so close up, but I just could not help myself.
Before I tell you what it said inside…yes I am going to embarass myself greatly in just a moment…I want to talk about the card. Anyone who knows me probably knows I rarely give cards. There is something about cards that just makes me break out in a sweat. I can never find one that says anything halfway decent…no I just can’t handle ones that say, “Your love is like a rose, sweet and powerful.” I am just not nice like that. My card would say, “Your love is like a rose, full of thorns and aphids.” I promise I really can be nice, I just am not so good at the lovey dovey cutesy stuff. Anyway, after being sick of paying $6 for a card that makes me gag I chose to start making my own. Seriously people this is the way to go! I love crafting, but I am by no means good at it. I just buy blank cards from the craft store, put together some pretty paper (isn’t the glittery black paper oh so fab?!), add a detail or two, and there you have it! You doubt me, but I promise you can do it!
Ok, time to admit to what I wrote inside. The thing is, we didn’t want to just give her money and be done with it. We wanted to give it to her somewhat creatively. So, here was my attempt at being a poet and well you SO didn’t know it. Sorry.