It is not a Party Till it Involves a Horse Head Mask, A Pinata and a Cape


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Makes people Taste the Rainbow…able to leap over pie in a single bound but doesnt…because PIE!

My friends are awesome.  Seriously they are awesome.  When my friends at work heard I had cancer and was going to have my woman parts ripped out of me, they decided to throw me a party.  Yup.  A party.  A Farewell to Kristann’s Uterus Party.  I mean how awesome is that?  Never in my life have I ever heard of such a party.  But, these are the same people who when I had my breast reduction threw me a Bye-Bye Boobie Party that even had a boob shaped cake.  Now this party did not have a uterus shaped cake, but it did have a pinata shaped like a giant C so I could beat the hell out of cancer.  On a side note:  did you know that there are actually uterus shaped pinatats out there?  Seriously.  They are even called Uterinata.  Check it out:  http://offbeatfamilies.com/2011/01/uterinata  But my party did not have a uterinata (because that is just weird) just a fantastic rainbow C pinata and beer.    To celebrate my newly found freedom from buying feminine hygiene products, this party had a Hello Kitty cake.  Goodbye Uterus…Hello Kitty.  Any time of the month now…Hello Kitty.  Any time I want…Hello Kitty.  Better make sure the jungle is cleared because…Hello Kitty.  My Bestie even made and sent me the best superhero costume, complete with pink unitard, cape, mask…the whole works.  I proudly sported it for the party.  I mean no party is complete without a superhero in a pink unitard.  I can make you taste the rainbow….just saying.  Hello Kitty.

At some point, probably after some beer had been consumed, it was decided that it was time to beat the hell out of the cancer pinata.  We did not have anything to serve as a blindfold so somehow (again I blame the beer) it was decided that I would be the first to beat the pinata and I would have to wear a horse head mask.  Yup.  You read that right.  A horse head mask.  Ever worn one of those?  You seriously cannot see and they are slightly claustrophobic.  Plus they get all hot and steamy.  But being a good sport, and due to the beer, I put it on so I could beat the snot out of that pinata.  My friends even put my superhero mask on the horse mask to make it go with my cape.  It is quite the site…take a gander.

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Pretty sure those are the best photos ever.  And pretty sure I have the best friends ever.  Who else would give me a bouquet made of Skittles and Starburst?  Or make me a giant pinata filled with mustaches and pixie stix?  Who else could make me feel so loved and that I have my own Army of superheroes behind me?  Yup.  My friends rock.

Oh yeah.  I didn’t die today.  I did have a great Farewell to my Uterus Party and discovered my friends are awesome.  And crazy.  But I didn’t die.  I am Fat Girl who can rock a horse head mask and leap over pie in a single bound but why would I cuz…Hello….pie….Or hello kitty running.  The experiment continues…

2 thoughts on “It is not a Party Till it Involves a Horse Head Mask, A Pinata and a Cape

  1. Kady May 3, 2014 / 1:44 pm

    Seriously love this. Was thinking that I should have a Goodbye to my Uterus party (gonna beat endometrial cancer), and when I Googled it, found that such a party really is a “thing!” How are you doing since the surgery?

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    • The Fat Girl Running May 3, 2014 / 2:07 pm

      You really should have a party and yes you WILL beat it. I did. I feel fantastic since the surgery. Recovery was easier than I thought but I have a high pain tolerance.

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