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It’s the Best Time of the Year….for CAKE!!!

  Hello Banditas and Bandita Buddies!  Guess what day it is???

I’m betting you guessed from the picture….It’s my birthday.  Grins.

Now, I don’t usually make a huge deal out of my birthday.  In spirit, I am now, and probably will always be, an approximately 12-year-old juvenile delinquent.  Ha!  However, this is one of those OHHHHHHH!!!!  Birthdays.  You know, a decade birthday.

I was going to make people guess which one, but that can get downright embarassing.  heehee.  Also, I don’t look my age – thank you, darling mother, for those good skin genes! – and people invariably guess my age at at least a decade younger than it is.  It helps too, that I have young children.  (I was downright OLD for motherhood, or so my OB/GYN informed me at the time…grrrr!)

My aforementioned mother was also very young-looking for her age.  She also had children at a much older age than most in her generation.  Seriously.  Now a-days, no one even blinks when you say you waited till your thirties to have kids.  Back then, when my Mama was having kids, she refused to even tell US her age, as when someone found out her age the other mothers made terrible fun of her, in a mean-girl kind of way, for being so much older than most. 

Oh, and did I mention I was the youngest of four?  And the “Oh, my we cannot be pregnant AGAIN, can we?” baby.  Hahahah!!  So my Mama was heading for fifty when she had me.   She was born in 1918.  Yes, people, I’m serious.  Not long before she passed away, at 72, someone asked her when she was going to turn fifty. 

I love that, and so did she.

However, at some point, you have to admit to people that yes, you really are THAT age.

So, this year I decided to come clean and actually admit my real age.  When people have asked in years past – frequently guessing a much lower number – I just nod and smile.  Now, you, my darlings, get to know the big secret of the century….

Well, half a century.  Today, I turn fifty.  EEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!

This news has absolutely bamfoozled many of my friends.  Again, it may be because I have the sensibilities, goofiness, and appetite of a pre-teen boy, but virtually no one has believed me when I’ve confessed the true number.  The responses have been funny, and startling, and downright hilarious.

“You’re kidding, right?  C’mon.  You’re like, 37.   You’re my age.”  (Uh, no.  You weren’t born when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon.  I watched it on TV.)

“Liar, how old are you REALLY?” 

(I wanted to tell her that I was 888, but only looked 41, just to see what she said, but she was having a coronary just accepting 50.  Also, I didn’t want to start any Nicholas Cage-type rumors.  Grins.)

“But…but…but…I just went to your 40th birthday party, like, a couple of years ago!!”  (Time Warp!!  Look at your daughter, dear friend…she’s nearly 10….) heehee.

One friend, alas, has had such trouble accepting that I could have been her babysitter (I was 12 when she was born), that she’s telling everyone she knows that I’m turning 50 and she just can’t believe it. 

Now, this is kinda like saying the baby’s ugly.  I can do it – tell my age – but don’t YOU go ’round blathering it to everyone.  :>  Leave them their illusions about my relative youth or age, please.  Snork!!!

Also, for some reason, everyone has decided that this milestone deserves cake.  Lots, and lots, and lots of cake.  The chocolate cake up above was presented, with singing, at Thanksgiving.  This one on the right, was presented to me at a committee meeting today.

Oh, by the way we interrupt this GORGEOUS cake, with it’s beautiful copy of the cover of my next book, (Thank you Lyndsay Llewellyn!) for a news bulletin I’ve been meaning to tell ya’ll….

Thanks to that damn hurricane ’round about Halloween, (you know, that wee breeze named SANDY), Deadly Charms is delayed until January or February.  My editor is in New York.  Yeah.  No power for three weeks puts things in a holding pattern.  (“I’m sorry, Ghostrider, the pattern is full…”)

Back to the cake…it’s red velvet cake.  It’s about 10 inches HIGH.  That is one BIG cake.  HUGE.  The edges are deckled like a book.  I was so moved by this.  These ladies are on a committee with me.  We’d never met until September of this year.  This had to be one of the sweetest things ever.

And I’m a sucker for my name on a cake, and on a book cover.  I got ’em ALL on one cake!  WOOT!!

That said, my husband is throwing me a party tonight.  I had to discourage him from getting a giant sheet cake.  (What IS it about cake this year?)  Beloved that he is, he bowed to my wishes and got me pumpkin pie.  YES!!! 

He, thankfully did not attempt to make this a surprise.  Bless his heart, he also discovered the true irritant about a December birthday as he tried to make this a big occasion for me: December birthdays take second fiddle to holiday parties, concerts and plays. 

It may be a small group, but that’s okay, more pie for me!!  Bwahahahah!

Pie notwithstanding, I’ve done a LOT of thinking about this birthday.  What have I accomplished in my first half-century?  

I’ve gotten a LOT of things on that bucket list checked off.  Gone to France.  Walked on fire.  Rode bareback.  Won a Best in Show with one of my Dalmatians.  Found and married the love of my life.  Had two beautiful sons.  Wrote books.  Got them published.  Sang a capella in a choral group not affiliated with school.  Sang Messiah with a 300-voice chior (see Thursday’s blog!) Nearly got my black belt in Tae Kwon Do.  Drove a race car.  Shot skeet.  Saw wild dolphins.  Tried various weird foods.  Read LOTS of books including the Bible, Koran, Torah, and Tao Te Ching.  (I’m still confused.   SNORK!!!)  I’ve also accepted that I’ll never be a size 4 (my bone structure alone is bigger than a size 4!) even when I’m in the best of shape.  I’ve accepted who and what I am, and that if others don’t like it, they can lump it.  Grins. 

There’s a lot more, of course, big and small.  However, more importantly, what do I want to do in the second half-century? OH SO MUCH!!

SCOTLAND.  That trip has to be soon.  :>  Learn to speak Gaelic.  Remember French.  Get to Black Belt.  Go running again. See the rest of the 50 States  (I’ve seen 39 and counting.)  Visit Anna and Christine, Helen and Barb in Oz.  Go visit Anna S in England and KJ in Toronto.  Oh, and little things like “Hit the NY Times list”  and  “Have my book be turned into a movie”  and “ACTION FIGURES!!”  Grins.

I have gotten a start on this, by the way.

I’m back in Tae Kwon Do class and moving back up the ranks.  I’ll have that black belt before my NEXT birthday.  :> Watch out, Demetrius!!

I also run my first road race next weekend.  I’ll be stretching myself, for sure.  I’d gotten this App you see…(yes, there IS an App for that!  It’s called Couch to 5K and I recommend it!)  I got up to that “running a 5K” point.  Yeah!  My pals talked me into entering a road race.  We all thought it was a 5K.

Nope.  It’s 5 MILES.  Uphill.  Both ways.  Possibly with snow as it’s on Dec. 15.  *hyperventilating*

Okay, trying for calm here…I picked up my race packet tonight.  The Celtic Solstice Run.  My number’s 2880.  All those 8’s.  Love that.  Eight’s my lucky number.  Maybe I’ll survive this road race thing after all.  And hey, there’s a Celtic Sheep on my premium running shirt, and while it would have been more fun for it to be one of those long-horned Scottish cows I want to see in Scotland’s fields, this works for me.  More luck.  Grins.

There’s a lot more on that list of things “For the Next Bit” including the fact that I plan to be healthy and hearty up to 130, but I won’t bore you with the deets.

Of course in all this reflection and planning, there are also things I won’t ever do again:  Settle for less than my best, or less than I deserve.  Lie to myself about whether I’m happy doing what I’m doing.  Pull my own chain link fencing.  Jump out of perfectly good airplanes.  Re-insulate the attic.  Hang wallpaper myself.

I’ve been-there-done-that (except for the plane – I won’t even GO there!), and I’m old enough and wise enough to pay someone for the chores, and not delude myself about my mental state.  Grins.

So what about you, darling Banditas and Buddies? 

What’s on your Bucket List? 

What do you want do accomplish by the time you’re 50? 

Or if you’re beyond that milestone, you gorgeous thing you, what do you want to do before the next OHHHH! Birthday?

What daring thing are you going to challenge yourself to in this next wonderful year?  Finish the book?  Jump out of a perfectly good airplane (and if so, WHY, for heaven’s sake!?!)

What kind of cake do you love on YOUR birthday….or do you like PIE better?  (Yes, I know we talked about this during a pie/cake fight a year or so ago, but hey, I’m 888, I forget these things.)

 I’ve decided that I’m going to run a road race IN Scotland.  Somehow.  Before I’m 60.  Grins.  I’ll report back…

BTW, this is my new Author Photo…what do you think?  (Cassondra made me post this and ask.  Grins.)

Now…tell me about YOUR Bucket List!!

 ALSO…Be sure to come back to the Lair on December 13 when we kick off the annual 12 BANDITA DAYS OF CHRISTMAS! Prizes and recipes every day!! Roosters. Starbucks goodies. Books. Dragons. Books. Cookies. Godiva. Books!! (By Banditas and friends like Sabrina Jeffries, Liz Carlyle, JD Tyler, Deb Marlowe, Addison Fox and many more!) You know you want the cookies, for sure, so come home to the Lair for the Holidays! Who knows, you might win something, and you’ll be guaranteed to have fun!!

Happy Birthday To Me!

by Susan Sey

Okay, this is going to be a short one because a) I’m totally jetlagged and b) it’s my birthday.

I’m completely jet lagged because my husband & I just returned less than 12 hours ago from a 10th anniversary trip to Hawaii (which was INCREDIBLE–I recommend Kauai without reservation), but what I really want to talk about is the birthday thing.

And, yeah, I really do want to talk about it.

I know some women like to stop having birthdays once they hit thirty or so but I’m 38, in case anybody’s curious. Looking 40 riiiiiiight in the eye, thank you very much. And I have no intention of ignoring my birthday, now or ever.

And why?

Because I’m all about cake.

I like presents as much as the next girl, of course, but I don’t really get my kicks out of surprises in pretty boxes, or thoughtful momentoes of cherished occasions.

I want cake.

I like parties, too. Love spending time with family & friends. Love hanging out with my kids & celebrating just about anything. And I’m easy to please in terms of gatherings.

Beer on the patio for your graduation? Great. Dinner & dancing for your wedding? Super. Back yard BBQ for a family reunion? Nice. Fancy shin dig for your parents’ 40th wedding anniversary? Sweet.

But when it’s my birthday?


Guess what I’m doing to celebrate my 38th birthday today?

I don’t know either (the kids have been very secretively planning something with their grandparents while my husband & I were away).

But my family knows me & I’m pretty sure there’s going to be cake involved.

How about you? How do you like to celebrate when it’s your big day? Because it’s your day, after all. Are you a presents girl? Do you love a good surprise party? Or are you like me & all sweet tooth-centric?

p.s. And where there’s cake? There better be ice cream. I’m just saying…

What Kind of Cake Are You?

by Anna Sugden

I admit it – I’m a Food Network junkie. One of the things I knew I was going to miss when we moved back home to England was my daily dose of Food Network favourites.

Imagine my delight the other evening when a new channel popped up on our TV guide – yes, we now have The Food Network! *happy sigh* With ESPN America showing live hockey, what more could a girl want? (TNT and the old series of Trick my Truck – love that Chrome Shop Mafia! – but that’s another story!)

Now, I love shows like Iron Chef America, but I’m a total and utter fan-girl when it comes to Ace of Cakes.

It’s hard to resist Duff Goldman and the crew at Charm City Cakes. Duff, a former graffiti artist turned cake-maker extraordinaire appeals the rebel in me – you gotta adore a guy who likes to do things his way, against the odds and against the norms. Kind of like us romance writers!

But, the thing I enjoy most about this show is the unbelievably creativity, skill and talent of the team as they create the most spectacular cakes.

As someone who has zero capability for anything crafty, I can only watch in awe as they turn sheet cakes and fondant into amazing sculptures, from library carts to Hogwarts, from a shark ray called Sweet Pea to a Star Trek cake, from the Millennium Falcon to Wrigley Field!

All of which got me thinking.

I love fun cakes. When I was little, my mum made me a chocolate train cake out of chocolate Swiss rolls and sweeties. There was also a house cake . There were name cakes, with each letter made from cake – both my full name, Anahita and Anna. I also remember a cake in my teens with the car from Starsky and Hutch on it.

I know Charm City Cakes don’t deliver cakes to England *unhappy sigh*, but if they did, and I could afford their prices, what kind of cake would I want them to make for me?

Hmm. Well, I collect penguins, so a penguin cake would work. I love cats, so maybe a pair of cat cakes – one black and one tuxedo, like Jersey Girl and CC.

I write romances, so perhaps an aspirational cake – a romance novel with my name on it!

Or, some kind of hockey cake. A rink with mini-hockey players. A puck smashing into a cake. *g*. Maybe even a bobblehead cake of my favourite player. Now, that sounds like an Ace of Cakes type of cake!

What about you? If Duff and his team were to make you a special cake, what kind of cake would it be?