Just as Amelia said, the party was lots of fun. I arrived early so we could talk and of course she put me to work....tearing lettuce for the hamburgers. Freakin' slave driver.
Just when you think you have reached the pinnacle of coolness, spend time with your young-adult children and they will tell you otherwise.
Kalee: "Hey, did you know mom BLOGS now?"
John David and Trevor: "You do?"
Me: (with slight trepidation) "Yeah."
JD: "What do you blog about?"
Trev: "Like a real blog?"
JD: "Don't you have to have my permission to say stuff about me?"
Me: "Nope. That's the beauty of it."
Trev JD Kalee: "You're gay."
Me: "Hey, I have like a following of people all over the world and they don't think I'm gay."
Trev: "Do you make money?"
JD: "Like how many people?"
Kalee JD Trev: "You are so gay."
So, needless to say this entire weekend, anytime anything funny happened, my boys would, in their annoying falsetto voices, say, "Oh, I am going to blog about that!"
When we got gas, when we stopped to eat, when we stopped 27 times to pee, me and my blogging were the subjects of all the jokes.
So, to prove them wrong and make them pay:
Trev turned 20 on Sunday, so we celebrated early with the fam before Gene's party started. So after much chocolate cake and much illegally consumed beer, Mr. Birthday Boy, decides to show off his real-life athletic ability on the trampoline. He was reaching heigths of 8 ft off the trampoline when I shouted, "Do a toe touch!" After the oohs and ahhs from the crowd of family members watching, he decided to get all fancy on us and began to do these death-defying tucks and twists. After finishing, the smaller boys, ages 8-12, were patting him on the back and reminding him how cool he was, when Jacob asked, "Hey Trevor, were you a cheerleader?" herrherr
John David and Lance(Kalee's hubby), July and August's calendar models for AnheiserBusch, decide to try and outdrink each other and will never live down the puking and the inappropiate peeing EVER!!! What rookies! Point and laugh
Amelia forgot to mention to you about the self-tanner incident, which actually helped our kids tell us apart at the party: Me- no color feet, Amelia-the splotchy orange feet. We threw them off again though once the sun went down.
We laughed a LOT and just left it up to our kids to embarrass us that night.
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