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Mar 6, 2011

Momo's 17th Birthday Bash: Day 1

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Wow! First of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! :) I don't remember the exact time that I was born but I know that it was in the AM and it was sometime around 7! LOL - I just had to mention the time because I think timing and everything is important! Anyway . . .

Today is the first day of my 17th Birthday Bash! Woot woot! I'm so excited for these two weeks of pure awesomeness - or so I think it will be! ;) I have quite a few author guest posts so for the next couple of days that's what I have planned. I have a few giveaways but you'll have to keep an eye out for those! *__* Today, I have debut author, Jennifer L. Armentrout here with us today as she blogs about the significance of becoming sixteen. If you're wondering why she's talking about turning sixteen, rather than seventeen, tune into this post!


I’m glad I’m not turning sixteen now. Because really, if that Sweet Sixteen show was on air when I was turning sixteen, I would have pitched a fit. Where was my BMW with the red bow? Where was my famous band singing happy birthday to me? Where was P Diddy? I didn’t get any of that.
Parent fail.
Okay. Maybe they didn’t fail at the whole parenting thing. They did let me write poems on my walls in permanent marker.  And that’s pretty epic. Those poems sucked. And I haven’t ended up in jail yet.
But I digress. Thinking back—way back—to my days as an almost-sixteen-year-old, I was a weird kid. I was grunge—before it was cool. My hair had every color of the rainbow in it. My pants were a mandatory three sizes too big. I used a men’s tie to hold them up.  And to top that off, I used baby powder to make my face as pale as possible. I tried to do dreads once. It didn’t work. My poor mother would actually buy me short skirts to just get me out of the baggy clothes.
She would say to me, “Jennifer, how can you ever expect a boy to like you when you look like that? I can’t even tell you’re a girl.”
And I would respond with (and yes, I was a snarky kid), “But mom, if a boy likes me this way, then at least I know they aren’t after me for my body.”
No parent can argue with that kind of reasoning.
So I was like a goth-grunge hippie or something. I wore T shirts that said things like “Screw the Establishment” or something ridiculously rebellious.  And looking back, more than my fashion sense is kind of disappointing. Why? Because I was too cool to get caught up on the whole turning sixteen thing. *Rolls eyes. Gah. I was an annoying kid.
When I turned sixteen, I couldn’t wait till I turned eighteen. When I turned eighteen, I couldn’t wait till I turned twenty-one. When I turned twenty-one, I couldn’t wait till I turned twenty-five. When I turned twenty-five, I wished I was turning sixteen again. 
Wait. What?
Yes, you read that right. When we’re younger, we spend so much time wanting to be older and when we’re older, we spend an indecent amount of time wanting to be a teenager again. And one of the things I wished I did? Slowed down, slowed down and allowed myself to enjoy the greatness that turning sixteen is.  It’s a huge turning point in your life. You’re not a tween anymore. You’re two years off from graduating high school. You can drive now. You can get a job without violating child labor laws. You should have a party. (Disclaimer: a totally responsible party. Of course.)  Make the day memorable. Make it so that your fifteenth birthday was so last year. Eat cake. Lots of cake. You won’t have that metabolism for much longer. USE IT BEFORE YOU LOSE IT.  If you’re a girl, wear a crown. If you are a boy, wear a crown, too. It’s your sixteenth birthday for crying out loud. Have fun. Most of all make it a day you remember.
Because I can’t even tell you what I did on my sixteenth birthday and that makes me a little sad. Probably listened to a mash-up of The Cure and Marilyn Manson while bemoaning the horrors of life or something.
So when you turn sixteen? Have fun. This is a cliché saying, but a true one: You only turn sixteen once.
Oh. Yeah. And a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Momo!

20 comments:

  1. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMO!!!! Amazing guest post. :D

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  2. Happy Birthday Momo!!! Hope it's a great one. :D

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  3. Happy Birthday MoMo! Thanks for the amazing guest post JLA!

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  4. Happy Birthday Momo! Thank you for having me!

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  5. Happy birthday, Momo!

    Jennifer, thanks for stopping by. I loved your post, which reminded me of my teenage years. It is true, I am turning 25 this year and I wish I was turning 16 all over again. I rushed through my teenage years. Thanks again, and I can't wait to read Half-Blood!

    Mrs. Boswell's Book Bag

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  6. SQUEE!

    I'm so giddy this morning! THANK YOU all for the birthday wishes!

    And thank you Jennifer for taking the time to write up an amazing guest post!

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  7. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
    I can not imagine my parents letting me write on the wall! lol

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  8. Happy Birthday, Hope u have a fantastic day :D

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  9. @BooksforCompany and in permanent marker nonetheless! ;)

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  10. Happy birthday!!! :) I hope your day is wonderful!

    Hugs, Brenda

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  11. Happy FREAKING BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    :) Have fun being a teen while you still can!

    Val :)

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  12. Happy Birthday, Momo. And way to kick off the Birthday Bash JLA!!

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  13. So THAT's why you looked so good w/ pink hair :P honestly, i don't even remember my 16th. all i remember is the knowledge that i was thisclose to freedom (car), and one year away from graduating high school. my life didn't really start until college.

    HAPPY 17TH MOMO!!!!! May this be your best year yet!

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  14. Happy Birthday! And Jennifer couldn't be more right. We grow up way too fast, wanting nothing more than to be older. Then, when we're young, we wish we could go back lol. Hope you have a great Birthday and truly enjoy being young. Live it up!

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