busy

i can't say that i've been especially busy and can't blog. i think its more that i don't really have much to say. i know that is a lame excuse but who really wants to read about how much i miss tony or worry about steven one more time? see. told ya.

i have had some really good sundays and i promised my friends i'd blog about them. so here we go.

two sundays ago i had christmas dinner with my friends Sasha + L. i met both when i worked at my last agency. Sasha and I have been doing monthly dinners for a couple of months and decided we'd do a potluck in December instead of a fancy dinner out. i brought the honeybaked ham and au gratin potatoes, Sasha made deviled eggs and roasted asparagus and L made a flourless chocolate cake with raspberry sauce (don't i have amazing friends? they cook around my diet!). everything was FABULOUS. seriously. i threatened to wear my sweatpants. i didn't, but i probably should have. i could have eaten all day. seriously. all day.

so i want to blog some more about these potatoes because while they were delicious they've continued to haunt me. so i pulled the recipe for them from The Week. I was originally going to do mashed potatoes. When I saw the recipe in The Week, I had to make it. It was some chef's special dish and since it didn't look too complicated (just the ingredients were fancy. manchego cheese and some other sort of fancy only-available-in-whole-foods cheese), I decided to test it out. Well this recipe called for three heads-worth of garlic cloves. yeah, three heads! seemed like a lot to me. I even had to Google what a head of garlic was to make sure I wasn't doing too much, but sure enough, it was really that much garlic. The recipe called for homemade garlic cream, so i had to roast these bitches, peel them, and then mash them into a mush. Then mix it into the heavy cream. Needless to say all that garlic plus the stinky cheeses made for a very powerful smelling dish. I am still smelling garlic now and I must say...garlic smell makes me want to vomit. I can still smell it and its 2 weeks later! i have had to wash my dishes 5 times. they are still soaking actually. i've had to clean them and then soak. and then clean them and soak. its bad. i smell garlic everywhere. its as bad as that time my landlord threw mothballs into the roof to ward off the squirrels. I am not sure where she got the idea that mothball smell deterred squirrels, but it sure as hell began convincing me I shouldn't live here. The stench was awful. The garlic smell is a close second. So gross.

this past sunday i felt like the last person on earth and called mama C and papa to see what they were doing. i guess it didn't really matter what they were doing, i was going to attach myself to them anyway. on the agenda? some Wii tennis, flausting (remember this is me and Yones' word for doing nothing), going to see the First Emperor of China's Terracotta Army at the High Museum and then watching the Falcons make it to the playoffs at D's. Busy day. 

mama C's parents were in town visiting the past few weeks and i must say they are WONDERFUL. seriously. when you think of the most awesome parents on the face of the earth - you basically have mama C's parents. i mean don't get me wrong, i love my parents. well. i love my mom and i wouldn't trade her for anything. she is the best mom ever. my dad. eh. you guys know how i feel about my dad. anyway, her parents are simply awesome. they are funny and lively and go with the flow. you can't really say that about parents. anyway, you get the gist. they are AWESOME.

so flausting with them is no big deal. actually flausting while they are up and about sewing and installing doors is no big deal. they are busy bees those too. me? i sat on the couch. i guess i could have done the same in my own house, but i like company when i flaust. well! flausting gets lonely. so then i somehow managed to peel myself off the couch and drive us over to the High Museum. You know, I enjoyed viewing the exhibit. It was very educational, but I am not a fan of the High Museum generally. I have said this many times. I'm museum spoiled. A museum brat. When I lived in Virginia I could see, sit, flaust amongst the most amazing works of art, gemstones, fossils, blah blah...FOR FREE. The High Museum can't come close to that. But it was fun to exhibit and people watch. There was one dude so fed up with the crowds (and we were at the start of the exhibit) that you'd think he'd "caught" Turret's Syndrome while he was standing there. He'd be quiet for a few seconds and then someone would walk past him or nudge him a little while passing him and he'd go crazy. Asshole. It's a museum. In Atlanta. On the Sunday before Christmas. What the hell do you expect? It's not going to be empty.

Afterwards, we all headed down to D's. D is a character. This dude is a DUDE. a real man's man. before I'd even met him I knew him as the meat eater. His eating habits are legend. This dude eats MEAT. I forget when he acquired his deep fryer, but since then I've been to his house for fried duck, turkey, turducken, cornish hen, veggies, twinkies, etc at least 4 times. It's awesome. Everyone needs a friend with a fryer. The purpose of the get together wasn't only to partake of fried foods, but also to watch the pivotal Vikings/Falcons game and the Falcons came out on top. We're headed to the playoffs. Good for us. We need something to good to come out of Atlanta football. 

So that was my Sunday. You're jealous aren't you? My friends really are amazing.

Not sure I'll be blogging while I'm in Arizona. So for my fans...all three of you....

Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! 

Love you

xoxo

Lola