Sitting around, waiting just-a-few-more-minutes before leaving to pick up DH at Oakland Airport. I will be ever so glad to see him come back from Chicago.

In other Katie news: I'm almost 50! Go me. Who ever would have thought I would have acquired so much chronological age with so little maturity? Honestly, I always thought I would have figured it all out by now.

Omg. I ended up making ten flavors of cupcake and about 12 dozen cupcakes tonight. Tomorrow I have to make frosting (ten flavors) and frost them, before my dads birthday. Ay! But I feel like at least I'm doing something this way--my sister has organized the whole thing, caterer, hall, linens, plates and silverware and picking it up (caterer doesn't provide) shopping, etc etc. Massive.

Oh my lord. Sounds awesome though - we need to see the list of flavors.

Big parties for dads are a cool thing. We did one for my dad's 75th. Awesome.

I guess there's more like 16 dosen since some are mini cupcakes and those made about 3 dozen per flavor. The rest are about 12-15 regular size cupcakes per flavor.

Mocha

chocolate mint --baileys mint icing

chocolate raspberry (chambord)

chocolate with candied Ginger -- creamcheese lime frosting

chocolate peanut butter

chocolate with salted caramel frosting

mojito

coconut

orange

lemon (with lemonheads to top them!)

am still undecided if the lemon or the orange should have cream cheese frosting. The mojito, orange, and salted caramel are all mini cupcakes.

P-C, maybe you should link this article to your mother (unless things have died down enough that you do not want to re-open a can of worms): Interracial marriages at an all-time high

Ha. That's not surprising.

My mom sent me my latest potential future wife today, and I thought I could deal, but I can't. Every single one of those fucking e-mails says to me, "Why the fuck are you still single? When are you going to get married? Here is some girl. Marry her and make us happy. Hurry up before we all die. Set a good example for all your cousins. Everyone looks up to you. You have to make the right move. All eyes are on you. The whole family is all up in your fucking business. Come on and get married already."

ma~~~ to your mom , pix

and now i need a chocolate cupcake with salted camel frosting

Katie, hi! Say hi to your wonderful hubby for me, too. And Happy Birthday, whenever it is. Are you guys doing something special?

Feel better, sj.

And all best thoughts for the PixDesigns' moms.

~ma to the PixDesings moms, now echoed.

Parts of my family are like an episode of Jerry Springer.

Parts of my family are taken out from a 19th century European thinking, with hierarchies about siblings (who was born first and hence, worth more), who is worthy of marriage and how to raise a child with minimum affection. And oh, that money and money alone (of course, in consideration of your hierarchical stand) is what gives you the right to speak out your mind and live according to what you want, and not what your grandparents think.

I'm so glad my parents broke the cycle (with a high cost, and that's why we don't have connection with most of the rest of the family). Me and my sister are the first generation in my extended family who weren't abused like that.