Before I post the pictures from the party, I thought I would give you a little run-down of the few days and the terrible morning that came before it.
You may remember me posting a long list of all of the things that had to get done Thursday through Sunday. Thursday night we went on what seemed like an endless shopping trip for all of our baking & party supplies, then with sore feet we entered the kitchen for our night of baking. It was our turn to make mounds of brownies & cookies for the Relay for Life fundraiser at Justin's school.
We clumsily worked on one things after another, but once we figured out what pans were working best for the brownies the work started speeding up a little. Finally about midnight (which is quite late on a teacher's scedule) we had our 84 brownies, 44 (from-scratch) chocolate chip cookies, and 6 peanut butter bars.
Friday we ran around for all of the last minute craft & food items that we had not found the night before, went out for dinner, and then I had about an hour before bed to work on printing out pictures for the next day.
And then Saturday morning, which quickly turned terrible at the meeting. We thought it would only last until about noon, which would give me three hours to work on the decorations & food for the party. But no! We had a guest speaker that spoke much longer than they had expected (and took questions afterwards), we recessed for about an hour or so while the commitee put together a list for us to vote on, and we had not one but *two* tornado warnings, which meant walking up & down three flight of stairs and spending 20 mintues or so in the basement (two times, mind you). We ended up leaving at 2 o'clock, they were not quite done, and I had a romping hour to throw together whatever I could. (Which was mostly spent on a project with paint that would not dry and had to be abandoned.)
Not to say that the party did not go well, the guests loved the food & decorations and had a great time. That meeting, however, left me with such a bad feeling in my gut that I was feeling uncomfortable for about three days afterward (a lot of anger & drama in the room). I was, as you can guess, not in the best of moods at the party, but Smash Brothers kept the guys busy enough that I didn't have to worry about socializing.
You may remember me posting a long list of all of the things that had to get done Thursday through Sunday. Thursday night we went on what seemed like an endless shopping trip for all of our baking & party supplies, then with sore feet we entered the kitchen for our night of baking. It was our turn to make mounds of brownies & cookies for the Relay for Life fundraiser at Justin's school.
We clumsily worked on one things after another, but once we figured out what pans were working best for the brownies the work started speeding up a little. Finally about midnight (which is quite late on a teacher's scedule) we had our 84 brownies, 44 (from-scratch) chocolate chip cookies, and 6 peanut butter bars.
Friday we ran around for all of the last minute craft & food items that we had not found the night before, went out for dinner, and then I had about an hour before bed to work on printing out pictures for the next day.
And then Saturday morning, which quickly turned terrible at the meeting. We thought it would only last until about noon, which would give me three hours to work on the decorations & food for the party. But no! We had a guest speaker that spoke much longer than they had expected (and took questions afterwards), we recessed for about an hour or so while the commitee put together a list for us to vote on, and we had not one but *two* tornado warnings, which meant walking up & down three flight of stairs and spending 20 mintues or so in the basement (two times, mind you). We ended up leaving at 2 o'clock, they were not quite done, and I had a romping hour to throw together whatever I could. (Which was mostly spent on a project with paint that would not dry and had to be abandoned.)
Not to say that the party did not go well, the guests loved the food & decorations and had a great time. That meeting, however, left me with such a bad feeling in my gut that I was feeling uncomfortable for about three days afterward (a lot of anger & drama in the room). I was, as you can guess, not in the best of moods at the party, but Smash Brothers kept the guys busy enough that I didn't have to worry about socializing.
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