Tuesday is Mina's 8th birthday, but today we whooped it up with her friends. We threw a Taekwondo party with an Earth Day theme, and it was off-the-charts fun.
I love Mina's invitations.
This is my favorite part; girl eating carrot and apple.
I baked Earth cupcakes! We figured the cupcakes would look better with some animal friends on top. I colored the pig to look like our adopted, calico beauty, Ramona, who resides comfortably at the Northern Cali Farm Sanctuary. Same pose!
Check out Ramona's friends:
Putting the goodie bags together was a blast though it felt a tiny bit propagandous. Still an awesome bag. A friend from work asked me if for the party I was going to dress the children in orange jump suits, give them long pokers and make them pick up trash along the highway. It was a good idea, but I had already booked the Taekwondo studio.
Mina got to wear a special "birthday black belt" and lead her friends in a TKD class.
I think she's having a good time. Hard to tell.
How many black belts does it take to hang a piñata?
The piñata was Master N's idea and because sticks and baseball bats are for wussies, he also had Mina bust open the sweet, paper mache heart with a flying side kick. KI-YA!
I love my husband because he’s kind of a dick. But he’s soft with me and his lip quivered at our wedding. I love my daughters. They’re brilliant and funny, and I’m here to kick down mountains that get in their way. I’m a vegan, and all is right in my world because of it. I can still beat the neighborhood in HORSE because I have a bad-ass set shot. Justice is served well through fair food, and scarcity would be a myth if we shared more, damn. Yo soy una mezcla which leaves me mixed up sometimes. My commute bike’s name is Loops and she’s my favorite kind of car. I wish I had written Chronicle of a Death Foretold. I’ve endured 54 hours of tattoo work. But above all, I fiercely believe in the underdog.
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" - Kerouac (As told to me by Marigoldie)