Friday, December 16, 2011

☆✩ Whobilation ✩☆



Hello Friends,



Happy Holidays, my beautiful friends!


I'm sorry I've not been around lately (except for the briefest of pop-ins on The Twitter). I've been beyond busy, as I am sure you've been as well.






Still...
I have missed you. 


book trees make me happy :)


So. I've been busy.




After completing Nano, I donned my elf hat and commenced with getting my  badass festive on. 






I finished all my Christmas decorating by the first week of December (I only did 5 trees this year, but still, I decorate THE ENTIRE HOUSE, inside and out, front and back, upstairs and down, bathrooms, hallways, bedrooms, even the garage.). And, last week I finished gift shopping and card writing and card sending! Not bad, yeah? 


yes, this is our main tree this year.



Not everything is wrapped yet, but some things have made it under the tree (as you can see above). (true, more things in bags than wrapped, but hey, a girl needs time to party, too, right?)
(And there has been much partying on the weekends! And much more to come.)


Oh, that reminds me! This:




Lola's Grinch Punch



Ingredients

  • 1/3 cup sugar
  • 6 tablespoons plus 1-1/2 teaspoons water
  • 1/3 cup evaporated milk
  • 1/2 teaspoon almond extract
  • 15 drops neon green food coloring
  • 1 liter bottle lemon-lime soda, chilled
  • 1 bottle of sparkling wine, chilled
  • 2 cups of vodka, chilled
  • 2 pints vanilla ice cream

  • Directions: 
  • (do step 1 the night before)

  • 1) In a large saucepan, combine sugar and water. Cook and stir over medium heat until sugar is dissolved; remove from the heat. Stir in milk and extract. Transfer to a bowl; cool to room temperature. Cover and refrigerate until chilled.
  • 2) Just before serving, transfer milk mixture to a punch bowl. Stir in the food coloring, soda, sparkling wine, and vodka. Top with scoops of ice cream. Serves: 15-20 drinks








Yesterday, whilst wrangling dust bunnies and pine needles in preparation for our up-coming Whoville Whobilation complete with Roast Beast (aka prime rib), I found myself doing what I oft do when doing such unfortunate chores: 
losing myself in various nooks and crannies of my grey matter, pondering sundry thoughts of a meaningful and meaningless nature.

As my brain in December is wont to do, I began thinking about the last 12 

months and my dreams for the next 12 months...


Man, I am blessed. However awful my childhood was, the universe sure made up for it. My little fam is healthy, happy and financially stable even in this economy. We've given generously to charities we feel passionate about, and I love that we are consistently able to do so. 
The house is festive and sparkly, the liquor cabinet is well stocked, and Santa's bag is chock full of wish list goodies for all. 
And, most important, our home is love-filled. Somehow my husband puts up with me and loves me. Like, LOVES me.


And, damn, I love him, too.


2012 is the year I will finally query. 
FIVE novels and I've yet to query.
But, I felt no need to rush. I wanted to work on my craft. I wanted to let each story have the time to be told the way I wanted to tell it. 


Finally, finally, finally, as of this month, my asthma is under control.
Oh, I need to pick up my refill of asthma meds at the CVS.
And maybe I should pick up another bottle of scotch, just in case. So many of our friends drink scotch. And vodka goes fast too. 
I like vodka.
I love champagne.
Oh, I better get more champagne for New Year's Day.
NY's Day is also my husband's birthday.
Do I have enough gifts for his birthday? Yes, I think I do.
I always worry about that, because, you know, people with birthdays near Christmas always get gypped. 


Then somewhere between scooping the cat box and rearranging faux snow around a tablescape, my thoughts took a random and weird turn, as thoughts often do...


I love my cat. Which makes me a cliche of a writer.
I really do love her though. But, dude, her cat box reeks. 
And she's fat. Maybe if she ate less she'd make less stinky stuff.
She needs to get on that.


I wonder if that toad my husband accidentally weed-whacked (and we used cornstarch to stanch the bleeding before releasing) lived? 
Did he make it back to his little toad abode and make toady love and toady tadpoles?
Man, I hope a hawk didn't swoop down and eat him. 
I wonder if hawks think toads taste like chicken?

I really need to get a pedicure, this polish has been on since Halloween.


Silly dogs want to go outside again. I know they only want to go out so they can come back in therefore earning a treat. They've trained me well.
*lets them out*
*digs in box for two treats*
I bet these taste nasty. They look vile. 

Then again, they eat 'treats' out of the cat box.
*gags a little*

 Oh! I know the PERFECT way to kill that character! He will die choking on his own vomit. *thinks on how that fits into the plot better*

Plots are hard.
I hate reading books or watching movies and noticing gaping plot holes. I mean, I LOVE LOTRs, and have read and watched the movies a million times. But...





*loses concentration while noticing a HUGE dust bunny under the entertainment center* 

I should write a story about killer dust bunnies that eat dogs who eat cat turds.

And, really, I wonder if that toad lived. I hope he did.





And so my thoughts go.


One minute you're scooping cat poop and the next you have a spark-- an idea waiting for you to wrap words around it, make it breathe, live. Suddenly you are scurrying for a pen and paper, or your laptop, the need to write urgent.


Twisty magic, that. 





Note, this is my last post until after the new year. Thus, no matter the holiday(s) you celebrate, I wish you all the very merriest. 


(saying 'merriest' reminds me of this beloved quote: "of all the Charlie Browns, 
you're the Charlie Browniest." :)






I wish you much peace, happiness and love!







Love,
Lola 



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