farms

oh do you know what i totally forgot to talk about in that last entry, food. i mean yeah i did talk about the restaurant and like me making food at it, but that is not at all what i am referencing right now. heres the thing, so my mother is one of those liberal jews of the middle class. where i am going with this story will work significantly better if you have some moderate understanding of this type of person. if you dont i will try my best to explain just a little bit. understand that first my mother truly believes that in order to be successful in life one must be a good person. ok, now i know that sounds normal and your mother probably believes it too or whatever. but look a little deeper, ok. what she literally means by that statement is that to survive all you need is to be a good person. i would say that this woman probably makes less money a year than i do, which is assuredly not saying much at all. but she does work at a high school for student who are mentally and physically handicapped. that is to say, she does something good. now the fact that my father slaves at some job i couldnt even tell you the slightest about, to provide for us, is something she does not factor into the equation. in her mind she lives off of being a good person. is any of this making sense? i hope that is it.

so understanding her mentality, or i suppose her sentimentality, i think it should make sense to everyone that a large concern of hers is this here world of ours. her big thing as of late has been going green in whatever way possible. being of a slightly younger generation i think i already intrinsically do a lot of these things, you know reusable grocery bags type shit. but for her she really has changed a lot of the way she lives her life to do these things. for example she is trying to trade in her car to get a hybrid, and wants to rip up our flooring so we can have something more economical (this by the way includes our driveway which she imagines she will cover in gravel because its absorbs water or something that didnt exactly make that much sense).

ok so we are finally getting to my point. now me being as concerned with food as i am, i have been doing some reading on factory farming and the likes. and whatever, change has to start somewhere right? so barb and i have decided that we are going to start buying all of our meat, dairy and produce locally. the thing is, though we may not be wealthy, we are of a certain "class" or i suppose a more politically correct way to phrase that would be that we have a certain level of education. one that has shown us the truth, one in which we cant continue to deny our awareness of. and we have the funds to buy our food in this conscious way. clearly i dont have an answer for how we are simultaneously meant to solve world hunger, and start to really regulate and perhaps disassemble factory farms, but being the good person barb has raised me to be, i know i dont want to continue to be a part of the problem.

bang zoom

ok so lets see...

it's november 28th, not counting thanksgiving which was my "free pass", i have successfully made it to this day sober. this of course means i only have 2 days left, which will clearly not be a problem. now what i could see people taking issue with is the fact that i got a free pass, and rightfully so. i mean that is kind of bullshit. but that being said i had made it 25 days, which is like over a month in business days.

other things that have happened...

whilst in florida i started playing a little bit of tennis again. it has been three years. this fact was only further driven home today when i was hitting with nicole when she decided to look to see when the last time my racquet was strung, which was apparently sometime in 2006. that is not a good sign. however, i am hitting pretty well for taking such a long break, so thats nice.

lastly, and moderately important, i have started working in the kitchen finally. approximately twice a week i make southwest american salads, and plate appetizers as well as desserts. little known fact about myself, but i do not speak spanish. in some ways this has become quite a barrier in a kitchen in which i am the lone monolingual speaker of the english variety. i dont imagine my work associates were too thrilled with this gringa when she melted an entire gallon of garlic butter directly into the open refrigerator where we keep our chilled salad bowls. luckily for me i couldnt understand all of the shit i can only assume was being talked about me.

also on a work related note, it has come to my attention yet again that smiling and i are at odds. both in the kitchen and serving, it appears that my hospitality is of a marginal rating. thankfully my higher ups have noticed i may not be alone, and have created "hospitality 2010". what i can only imagine will be an amazing 2 hours of my life. this seminar, i truly believe, will take me to a place beyond outstanding. dont worry, i think it would be safe to assume i will have things to comment on about this, so you can be looking for that on tuesday.

anywho thats probably all for now. i need to shower the tennis off of me.

princess amelia

back from my floridian vacation and nine whole days sober. barb better be getting her checkbook ready.

day 3

over and done with.

day 2

besides the hysterical pregnancy/allergic reaction i had at work that almost killed me, things are going well, no physical withdrawal symptoms yet.

30 days

today is the first day of no drink november. good luck to me.