Yeah, yeah, yeah

Despite pleas from the three people that check my blog every week to write more in it, I obviously have done no such thing in the last several months. Ironically enough, the same few months have probably been the most eventful of my adult life....possibly the cause of said absence. I even promised my grandmother I would update it weeks ago...and to no avail. Now I have been called a "jackass" (sorry for the profanity, Grammy, but these were not my words) by someone in the blogging community. So now, with my blogger integrity called into question, I write.

In the interest of not sitting at this computer for the next two hours (the main reason why I havn't updated being that I could spend three hours easily writing my thoughts on everything from how top shelf margaritas may beat out champagne for the best drink ever to how rolling pasta out by hand is the best way to calm yourself), I am going to abridge....heavily.

I am now working days, as a chef (so to speak), at a restaurant consulting company. It's a mix of cooking, research, calculating, and communicating where I spend a good chunk of time getting paid for my opinion, which, as it turns out, is the best job you could ever have. "Oh, you have a problem in your restaurant? Well here's how to solve it. No, no, I'm not GOING to solve it, I'm going to tell YOU how to solve it." I have an entire commercial kitchen to myself. It's glorious. It also entails traveling and I have been going to places I would have never have otherwise been to and eating at places I would have never have otherwise eaten at.

A month later Megan got a new job as a project manager at Apple in the iPod department. I can't tell you any more than that about her job because I don't know any more than that about her job. She can't tell me anything...seriously. I know nothing. And no, I can't get you a free iPod. To be honest, I think she's a spy. I've heard her phonecalls. "I need the HTX on the FEC for NGS by tuesday so i can tell "Harold" that the GDT is ready for the LNJ. We had to buy a car for her commute to her secret headquarters. And she has to go to China every six weeks to the "manufacturing plant"....it's all very suspect.

All of this has not come without a price. I found out last week that I have an ulcer. It hurts all the time, and even more when I eat. And no drinking for six weeks. What kind of existance is that? I should be better just in time for the National Restaurant Association Conference in Chicago in May (another giant perk of my job) where I'll be eating and drinking at the best of the best restaurants as "research". I'll take an ulcer for all this....'cause the way I see it, everyone takes a beating sometime.