My 50th Birthday Party- The Fun & the Drama!

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I was overwhelmed by the number of responses I received wishing me happy birthday for my 50th birthday. I tried to respond to many of them. I felt it easier to tell people about my party in a discussion. Hubby & I worked all day setting it up. This wasn't as bad was it seems as it was very organised & all three kids helped. Setting up tables, decorations, mowing the lawn & picking up ordered food were some of the many jobs. The weather was a mild 22 degrees celcuis which made life a lot easier. People turned up on time, mostly. From then on, it was rushing around for me. Even though I had told people not to bring presents, most of my family members did, plus a few friends. I received a gorgoues cat statue, lots of bottles of wine, jewellery, fancy things, two lovely travel bags & lots of chocolates (there goes my cholesterol diet). Hubby gave me a pink "Jag" handbag. We way overdid it with food & drinks. There was FAR too much. Everybody ate very well & I ended up giving away food to three lots of different families to take home. People mixed fairly well, although my brother didn't seem to make an effort to mix with hubbys family. I was inside organising coffee, when I heqard an almighty crash. The bird cage, which hung from the ceiling, had crashed to the ground. It was in several pieces & the budgie was flying around. There was a mess of seed, etc everywhere. I screamed out for my 4 year old daughter to come, as she is great at catching birds. In the meantime my father cleaned up & my brother & I were trying to do temporary repairs to the bird cage. This was achieved & a squarking budgie was returned to his cage, minus toys. Since then, the poor budgie has been in a state of shock. He has not made a sound & is fluffed up. Late yesterday he did eat a little, but he is still very quiet today. My hubby was sure he would die. The other "nuisance" factor at my party was my 11 year old nephew. He has Aspergers, & although intelligent, lacks social skills. Within the first hour he had thrown the remote control. I found out much later, that he called every girl there, age from 6 years to 14 years, a Dumb Dy..., F... this, F... that & other names I can't repeat here. When the kids were given sparklers & those glow things, he threw the whole lot in the swimming pool, despite hubby telling him not to. Twice, he hit the 6 year girl. This didn't spoil my party for me, but I am disappointed that my brother stands thee & does not do anything to teach his son some decent social skills. Most of the cleanup to my party was dome the next day. We have plenty of wine left over.