During my first sweet disaster of an attempt to be an adult and try and make a side dish for a dinner party I am going to tomorrow night, I decided I was going to do roast potatoes. This is a common dish my family does for Thanksgiving and since I am not going home for this holiday, I wanted to have a little familiarity. So I emailed my Mom and asked her what she did for the potatoes, which I followed to the T.
Well, I have quickly come to realize that following recipes and dealing with the food isn’t my issue in the kitchen. It’s the lack of knowledge with pretty much anything IN the kitchen. I watched my Mom for YEARS making these potatoes, so this is the most ridiculous mistake ever. I was on the phone talking to someone when I pushed the potato peels down the garbage disposal…
DO NOT DO THIS!!!!!!! YOU WILL REGRET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My sink is COMPLETELY clogged. EJ even pulled out the plunger and we ran the disposal for a good 5 to 10 minutes, while I panicked in the corner… (I obviously don’t handle disasters well AT ALL)
I fortunately was smart enough to look underneath my sink to see it leaking since there is now a massive amount of water that is just sitting there trying to drain. After a panicked call to my management office and a few panicked cries for help to EJ…I am now refusing to go into the kitchen, as I am scared of what I’ll see.
But hey, at least my effing potatoes are going to be roasted and ready for this dinner party. Sigh. FML.
“He was on the Today Show this morning talking about his gross diet of meat and sweet potatoes that he ate on the set in order to bulk up for the role…Taylor Swift, move over….there’s a new sheriff in town…”—
Carl (he needs no more introduction than this sweet quote on ‘New Moon’)
PS: I don’t care a GD thing about this New Moon biz. I think it’s lame and totally missed the boat on this.
But EJ and I have some friends in town and we went to see this amazing local band that plays like 70s soft rock (AMAZING) and we sang at the top of our lungs… out til about 3AM and now… I am drunk. At work. Still.
Driving in Boston took a little time with all one ways and roads that could fit a smart car…
Driving in Atlanta - cluttered, hot mess.
Driving in DC - National Lampoon’s reenactment… Union Station is the biggest cluster especially when your trusty not so handy GPS decides “To Calculate” when more tour buses and taxis and PEDESTRIANS WHO DON’T WALK FAST cause issues…
How my boyfriend's Dad really feels about my political stance...
This is an email from EJ’s Dad. Copy / Paste and everything. This is his response when I told him I was going to DC this weekend:
Are you going to the tea bagger conference? if so, your demo friends will call un-American. whatever happen to the flower children of the 60s who could protest and promote change? It seems they got older and forgot their history. Bring back flower power and all that stuff.
I can’t help but crack up - he’s such a friendly guy too… I wonder what team he votes for? :)
Where you wish you could lock yourself in a room from all outside sources and listen to Lady Gaga Pandora station as loud as possible - and not have to talk to a single soul?
Or where you have an absolute breakdown at work (in front of your manager) and you forgot your badge to get into the building so to leave you have to draw attention to yourself or just leave and bank on someone you don’t know will be coming into the building and will take a risk on swiping their card to let you in?
Or you take a long break at lunch to avoid blowing up - and you end up blowing up any way?
Or you wish it was Friday and you were taking an entire week off of work next week and don’t have to look at a computer or a single thing at work for 10 days but know that it’s not actually going to happen so you need to pull your shit together?
K. Me too. This is my day. Friday night I am leaving for the mountains in Alabama with EJ and it cannot come fast enough.
After a weekend in Knoxville with two of my fave people, I drove 3 hours on 75 South…
As I reached the Atlanta metro area and got my first sight of the skyline, something hit me in the pit of my stomach - a warm feeling. I was relieved to see the midtown skyline. Like seeing it was a comfort - a feeling I haven’t felt since I moved here. It’s a similar feeling I got when I would drive on Rt 3 in Boston and see the skyline there…
I never thought I would get that feeling down here. Although it’s not quite the same feeling yet, it is similar. I can’t believe it, but Atlanta is starting to feel like my home.