Freakin' migraines. I am more than just a tad done with them.
Right now I am in the process of planning my 6 year old's, 7th birthday party. He wanted a villain theme, but as time is not on my side currently, I talked him into a good old fashion cowboy and Indian party. Horse rides, chicken wrangling, calf chasing, target shooting, campfire with marshmallows, and a chuck wagon will be going on. Our resident Sioux has offered to teach the kids a dance.
Hopefully it is as big of a hit as my oldest Fear Factor party was. We really enjoy the kids' parties around here. We don't spend a lot of money, but come up with super creative ways for them to enjoy themselves. The only money that will be spent on this party will be food, BB's, balloons, and party favors for the kids to win. I have everything else, including the ribbon for the calves tails. Don't worry the adult cows will be separated from everyone. I remember doing this as a kid. It was 4th of July at the Cow Town Museum here in Wichita. I was 7 years old. This was the day I discovered I liked cowboys. It was a rodeo and all these 20 something cowboys were walking around with their dusters and tight jeans. And when the call for the calf chase sounded out, I jumped at the chance. It was muddy because of the rain we had been having. I ran out with a bunch of other kids, trying to snatch a ribbon from a calf's tail. A certain color could win you $50! I grabbed at the ribbon, but ended up with a fist full of tail. I was not going to let go unless I had that ribbon! I was dragged through the mud.
On the plus side, a few of those cute cowboys laughed and patted me on the back. ~wistful sigh~