This is the second Sunday I have spent in my kitchen, making some aromatic treat, and visiting with friends. Only, because I am a huge geek, “visiting with friends” has consisted of having my iBook on the peninsula as I mix and stir and cook and taste. Last week, it was Emma & Jeanne and Oatmeal Scotchies, this week, it’s Emma and Coconut Rice Pudding.

My coteacher is having a housewarming for me, here, the day before Halloween. She felt bad that no one every really acknowledged my wedding, or job, or degree, or house in all the time I’ve been there, so she came up with this. She and some others are doing all of the food, all I have to do is stay home and the party is coming here. It’s pretty cool.

However, the guest list is weird. I don’t want my SILs or MIL or any IL to come, partly because one SIL tried to get my coteacher fired a few years ago, and eww, and if I don’t invite her, I can’t invite the rest. Damn. Heh. But, if it’s not a Family Party, then I’m left with my friends. I have several teachers on the list, because they are my friends now, but when it comes to girlfriends to invite to a housewarming, I’m stumped. I have Jess, who took me to a hockey game last weekend, and who still hasn’t seen my house (three kids are a lot of work!) and would love to come, I’m sure, but that’s it. So, that leaves Jess as my One Friend who knows NOONE ELSE. Amy thinks she might be able to make it, which would be great, because she knows Jess. But it’s not the type of thing that I’d invite, say, Andy, to. And since I haven’t seen Jenne in oh, almost a year, I doubt she’d be interested.

I wish I could invite Emma (“I was about to say, “Have we met? I’m Emma,” and then I remembered, hi, we HAVEN’T!” — Emma, on my perceived level of her California-ism) to the shindig, and all those other Digster-types that have been my friend through all of this stuff, for years. That would be a fun time; Emma could see her carafe in use (it will be used, too!) and Molly could see the Postcard Shrine to Molly on the fridge. Breana would spend most of the time chasing the FatKitty and I would hand off a stash of OPKs to Persephone as she left. It would be cool.

But, it’s not a possibility, so I’m left with the guest list. If Amy can make it, I’m all set. And, of course, I’ve been to plenty of things with/for Jess where I didn’t know anyone, so it’s not that bad of an idea. I’m sure everything will be fine.

Pudding is done, GOF is accomplished, so now, I wait. Sigh. Another long two weeks. I wish I wasn’t as excited for Oprah tomorrow as I am, but it is ALL about BABIES. Two weeks. Two weeks.