Didn't feel it

last night.  Just couldn't blog.  

I don't really have the emotional energy to blog tonight either.  But I know that sometimes we just have to plow through.

That's what I tell myself every other day at work.  Plow through.  Just plow through.  I look at my prep list every day and I think, I don't want to prep that.  Or that.  Or that.  Or that.  It's not difficult things, and it's not a whole lot of things, as we are not that busy right now.  But, it's just routine stuff. And messy stuff.  I hate prepping messy stuff on my teeny little station.  It... makes a big mess.

Anyway, I tend to overprep.  I'm always preparing for the apocalyse.  Or the event that I die on the way to work.  Or maybe I just wake up one day and win the lottery.  And I wouldn't be one of those admirable people who decide to go into work anyway.  Everyone laughs at my systems.  They don't get it.  Like why do I write the recipe for pancakes on the ziploc bag of dry ingredients that I make the day before I make the batter?  And why do I mix the dry ingredients the day before anyway?  Well, it takes time to mix 8 gallons of pancake batter by hand.  And I have to do it in 2 or 3 batches because that is all the gigantic bowl will hold at one time.  And so, it makes it easier if I premix the dry ingredients ahead of time.  And then, say that I do die on the way to work one day before Saturday or Sunday, or any day, really.  So, then, come time to make the pancake batter, lo and behold, it's like I'm an angel on the shoulder of whoever has to make the batter, and I'm whispering the recipe to him (not a her, because I'm the only female in the kitchen). 

So, you could almost... almost say the same thing for this blog.  Sometimes I start a draft of a blog idea.  That way, if I want to pick up that topic and blog about it at a later date, I could.  So, if I died and someone got into my account, they could easily pick up those topics and blog in my voice, and no one would know.

Oh, no.  I just might have given some sick individual an idea.  They could come over and hold us all hostage and blog as me, and no one would be the wiser from tracking my blogs!  

Wait a minute.

For all you know, some sick individual could be doing that right now.  Maybe we are being held hostage and someone is impersonating the Food Ho right this minute.  And you wouldn't even know the difference!

Election Day!

Remember that Reese Witherspoon movie, Election?  I loved that movie.  I wish presidential elections were as funny.  And that presidential candidates handed out cupcakes.  Some people might argue that presidential elections are as funny, and that candidates do hand out metaphoric cupcakes.  But I don't get any of those metaphoric cupcakes.  I would rather have actual cupcakes than metaphoric ones anyway.  I love actual cupcakes with nice soft icing.  I like a good red velvet cupcake.  And even just a plain yellow or white cake cupcake is delicious.  Coconut is always a favorite of mine.  Chocolate has to be moist.  I kind of cringe at the word moist.  But I don't hate it like the word turd.  Man I could go for a good cupcake right about now.  No, I'm not really over the cupcake craze because I don't frequent cupcake shops.  I just every once in a while get the occasional 6 pack of cupcakes from Publix when they look good.

Anyway, I think Election day and the day after should be national holidays.  Don't you think.  I mean like real holidays where almost all the businesses are closed or have shorter hours.  Wouldn't that be nice?

It's so scary and exciting though, to be a part of an important swing state.  Watching the numbers recalculate, it's a real nail biter.  But, I'll probably fall asleep before they have a decisive winner for Florida, let alone the name of the president for the next 4 years.

Anyway, I'm burnt out by all this campaign bullshit.  I feel like no public money should go towards campaigns, and instead of donating money to campaigns, people should donate money to charities sponsored by the candidates.  Wouldn't that be nice?

I know, it would also be nice to have unicorns as pets.  But they might still accidentally stab you with their horn.  And you would have to always worry about some poacher coming to steal the horn as well.  And also all the neighborhood kids would always be ringing your doorbell wanting to pet the unicorn.  And you would have to turn them away sometimes, telling them that the unicorn is fragile and dainty and doesn't always want to frolick and rough house with the kids.  And then the kids would be disappointed.

But, anyway, getting back to the topic at hand, the other topic besides cupcakes and unicorns - in the midst of the spouting off of political bullshit from all directions, especially on facebook, I found some unexpected words of profoundness from a facebook friend.  It's so strange that someone who I wasn't close to in high school can affect my line of thinking from facebook of all places - without even knowing the effect.

Here's the two quotes:

I am proud to have NOT posted one political thing all season long. At the end of the day, we will vote from a point of personal integrity...not because our beliefs were positioned and skewered by insatiable social media.

When you're too religious, you tend to point your finger to judge instead of extending your hand to help. Keeping a formative pulse of your own piety is wise.

Whelp! Here's to seeing you tomorrow on the other side!!!!  Goodnight all!

Eve of choice

I do not pretend to be political or understand all the issues that I have to vote on tomorrow.  And yes, I know that it all affects me personally.  But, like in school, sometimes it does work to do a last minute cram for the exam.

The problem is, I want everyone to be happy and healthy and prosperous and productive and free to have their own ideas and opinions, as long as those ideas and opinions don't harm anyone else in action.

Is that unrealistic?

I guess so.  I can't wait to have people stop talking about it though.  I will never be forced into sharing someone's opinion if they try to beat it into me by ranting about their point of view.  It doesn't work that way.  The more someone goes off, the more I go into a coma like trance.

All I know, is that tomorrow is a big day.  People are going to be all in a lather.  I'm interested to see the results.  I just don't want to be preached at.  And I don't want to have to stand in a long ass line.

I'm not sure if I can avoid either of those things, though.

Hmm.....

So, it's Sunday.  You know how I hate working Sundays.  Brunch.

Interestingly enough, the chef quietly took today off.  Sunday.  Off.  The busiest day of the week.  He's had several Sundays off.

1.  His birthday.
2. His vacation week.
3. His wife's birthday.
4. A couple Sunday's after his wife's birthday, because his wife's birthday was during the hurricane Isaac warning, so they didn't get to do anything.
5.  This Sunday - I'm not sure what for.

I have been off one Sunday.  When we went to Michigan for our friends' wedding.  We worked through Thursday, then we flew out Friday morning, drove up to Traverse City and got there in the evening, tried to relax Saturday day, went to the wedding and stayed out really late, got up early Sunday to drive back to Detroit and get on a plane, then we went to work Monday morning.

Fuck that shit!  I am like the least important person in the kitchen on Sundays.  Why have I only had one Sunday off.  Oh well.  The chef is not going to be happy when I tell him the days I am going to need off during the busy season....

Tired and Confused

I don't know what time it will be when I wake up.  Will my ipod automatically change time, so that when my alarm goes off it will be the right time?  Or what?  This is weird.  I don't know if I have a watch with a working battery.  Oh... the stove clock doesn't update automatically.  So I could set it now, and when I wake up in the morning it will be correct!

Good.  Because I'm about to take some Nyquil, which means I won't quite have all my faculties when I wake up tomorrow morning.

Regression

I started sleeping with a blankie, or binky or whatever you want to call it. When I got sick I took one of the cuddly couch blankets into the bed to keep me warm and keep my nose and mouth covered so I wouldn't get more sick. The FP pulls the blanket around his feet, so my top half isn't fully covered.

Well, my cold or whatever has travelled to my chest where I can feel the congestion. And the blankie has stayed in the bed where it keeps my mouth and nose covered every night. No stuffy sinuses though...

un....

settled.

Do you ever just have this unsettled, uneasy, unhappy, edgy, and weary feeling?  Have you ever felt this same atmosphere fall over an entire group of people?  Like, maybe at work.  That's what it felt like today.  Things were just not right.  And service was not smooth.  And I really just didn't want to be there.

Sure, everyone feels like that some days.  Some people feel like that every day.  But today was just weird.  It was like it was a full moon.  Well, it's not.  I checked, and the full moon was on November 29th.  Anyway, it was a weird day.

And we have ticks.

And now my nice new easy to use iphone 5 won't pair with my macbook pro.

Why?