| This is the skin of an LJ-er. ( @ 2009-01-05 09:22:00 |
| Current mood: | happy |
| Entry tags: | holiday karuhls |
YAY MY ROUTINE IS BACK!!!
It's the most wonderful time of the year!
When the children are schooling
And mommy's not drooling from all the "good cheer!"
It's the most wonderful time of the year!
It's the hap-happiest season of all!
No more excessive feedings
Or children butt beatings
Or frenzied trips to the "maul!"
It's the hap-happiest season of all!
No more in-laws hem-heming
Or laundry for mending
Or neighbors that don't know to go...
No more sister's psychosis
With fights so ferocious
Over dumb things like cups of Joe!
It's the most wonderful tiiiiiiiiiime, of the yeaaaaaaaar!
It's sleeting, I've been out in the cold and don't need to go out again until time to pick up Miss Emily at 4. I can watch movies! I can ignore the laundry! I can read BOOKS, omg! Good god, I love my family, but I am so happy to have my routine and normalcy back, I can't even begin.
I feel the need to write, but I can't get past these two fanfic ideas, and I've not written fanfic in ages. Hmm.
1. Uncas and Alice from the movie version of "The Last of the Mohicans." That was on late the other night and I re-watched it, remembering how cheesy Daniel Day Lewis is: "I will find you! No matter what happens!" *dives into impossibly high waterfall that would surely kill him* The characters I liked were the strong, silent Indians. Rawr. Anyhoo, I got an idea for why on earth Uncas, a bad ass young Indian in his own right, would be into the sickly and weak Alice. (That final scene with the two of them and the ever awesome Wes Studi continues to be a thing of greatness.) You know that in the original story, Daniel Day Lewis' character is into the sickly one, yeah? What the hell, James Fenimore Cooper? Then again, Cooper is one of the WORST writers in American history. Trying to read his books is like trying to walk through hot Jello while attached to a bungee cord.
Also, the music to that movie continues to be great, which is why so many other movies have stolen parts of it. :)
2. (inspired by a comment in Kita's journal) Drusilla, Angelus and maybe Spike encountering Bella and Edward and all the funny shit that Drusilla would do to Bella. I think it would be funnier from Bella's perspective, her going on and on about how perfect Edward is in comparison to Angelus and Spike, but being cut off constantly as Drusilla slaps her, or something. Ha ha ha. Possibly this is only funny to me.
Write stories that will make me laugh or do laundry... [scale hands] Yeah, I think I know what I'm going to be up to today. :D
HI EVERYONE! Did we all make it through the horrordays? (I actually had a nice holiday for the most part, sprinkled with some WTF? moments, but generally lovely. Plus, I got some kick-butt Le Creuset and All-Clad dishes so I'm all about the elaborate meals lately. Speaking of, I made this chicken dish last night and the sauce didn't turn out right. It was more like a soup than a sauce. My recommendations: drain the tomatoes and either omit the chicken stock, or halve it. The flavor was fantastic, though. (I didn't add the capers to the dish, I let people add them to their plates.)
Tonight we're having this pork roast recipe with new potatoes and roasted asparagus. The Mr. is traveling this week, and he's sad that he's missing out. I kind of think he wanted me to not cook anything good all week, but... that ain't gonna fly with Mama Bear. "Sorry kids. You need to eat cereal all week until Dad gets back on Friday."
Oooh! We used the last of the beef from Christmas dinner (the crown roast) including all the meat from in between the rib bones into making carne asada, barbacoa-style. HOLY YUM. We chopped the meat up, seasoned it with cumin and a touch of chili powder, some garlic, pepper and a touch of adobo sauce, and cooked it in a cast iron skillet in the oven until it was fork tender. We shredded it, then transferred the skillet to the stove top and cooked it on a medium-high heat until it crisped up. Some fresh flour tortillas, tomatoes, lettuce, guacamole, salsa, rice and black beans and we were in culinary heaven. YUM. (The Mr. was inspired by Chipotle. I must admit that ours was better. :D)
Alrighty, my oats are ready to be topped with pecans and honey and om nommed by me. How is everyone? Good lord, it is 2009!
ETA: I'm freaking the hell out. My "first" [yes, that first] is evidently friends with the director of my second movie and they pal around. WHAT IS HAPPENING? MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING. (The director, btw, is like, 26, ten years younger than us. First Time Sex lives in LA. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE??)
happy