I love my mother. She's hard core.

I think that I would be simultaneously enthralled and terrified by your mother. She raises awesome kids, regardless :)

Oh well. No launch today. The wind is about one knot too high, and the clouds are moving over the flight path at the last minute or so.

My extended family is so huge (my paternal grandmother was the oldest of fifteen kids), I have cousins I've never met, and others I couldn't pick out of a lineup.

If you were getting a thank you gift for something professional, would you rather get flowers or something else, like chocolate?

Ah, my life. I have fabric softener sheets in my purse, but no kleenex.

I have cousins I've never met, and others I couldn't pick out of a lineup.

I have finally met all my first cousins, but that didn't happen until I was 39. I have a few I couldn't pick from a line-up. But, even so, I'm pretty sure if I contacted any of them requesting help, they would do what they could.

Well, I'm not sure if that includes the one cousin who I used to be closest to who doesn't talk to me anymore. I talked with her once when my mom was in hospice. Never heard from her after mom passed away. Her daughter just had a baby - never heard a word about it from her family, just through the grapevine.

What gets me about her, is that she is married to a pastor and I feel like I've been written off cause I don't go to church. Ummm, that first grandchild of hers was born out of wedlock. Not even sure if the mom knows who the dad is. But she is living with them. Eh, whatever.

I am Facebook friends with some of the cousins on Dad's side. Dad's side also contains the mystery cousin, Shane, whom I have never met.

I am not Facebook friends with my other cousins. I do not think they are on Facebook.

They all range from 10-15 years my senior, so even the awesome ones I don't talk to much.

I could call any relative I know of at 3am and get a bed for the night. But I would never do so. Because we are Yankees, and that's how we roll.

Same here.

I'm pretty sure neither of my parents would answer the phone or the door at 3:00 am. My sister would, but only because her husband would bitch at her until she did.

In completely other news, I am wearing medium heeled dress shoes today, have a less than reliable knee, and work on the 8th floor. All of the elevators in our building are out of service this morning.

I am facebook friends with all my cousins. And they mostly all ROCK. So I'm lucky that way.

I know all of my cousins, but I'm not sure DH knows all of his. He spent so much of his childhood overseas that he missed a lot of that extended family stuff.