Needed a little "pick me up" this morning... The Misses has been increasingly "morning sick," which has now forced my hand to go on an ever-lasting quest for these Preggie Pops. The biggest problem was that my beloved didn't do her research beforehand and spent most of yesterday (Sunday) going from grocery store pharmacy to grocery store pharmacy looking for these damn things to no avail. I believe she called it a "quest of futility" or something like that. I tried to get her to drink Ginger Ale, but not only did that seem to make things worse, but after I threw down half a bottle, I even started to feel more queezy! I know that if I dig hard enough I can find a five pound bag of ginger candy somewhere around here for about twenty bucks. Since she hates the taste of ginger in general (not even when it is mixed into food) I don't understand how she's going to endure these lollipops.

I heard Billy Mays died today. I couldn't stand the guy. He reminded me too much of my dad, who can sell a tomato Popsicle to a woman in white gloves. My wife thought the guy was loud and obnoxious and every time she heard one of his commercials come on, she changed the channel before she got the compunction to stab an ice pick into her ear. The other night when Obama was doing his Universal Health Care dog 'n pony show, there was a lot of talk of countering his little ABC shin dig with a Billy Mays parody, so I guess the Oreo gestapo decided to off Billy in an attempt to remove possible Republican rivals like John Ensign and Mark Sanford (view hit list here)... Or was it more sinister than that? I like Palin over one hundred times more than I like John McCain (which is why I voted for her, not him). I also realize that the only way to win a 2012 presidential bid (especially if congress doesn't even out in 2010 or get some sort of bizarre conservative landslide -- not Republican, mind you, but conservative!) is by playing dirty, I wonder if somebody is picking off rivals on both sides of the fence, one by one like Survivor or Harper's Island or something. Now that the worm is finally turning in the media -- because even so-called "journalists" read polls and the viewers are becoming more and more pissed that we're spending all this money with no earth-shattering results -- and now that the excuse of a "honeymoon" is finally over, perhaps this will play right into a particular presidential contender's hands. No matter what, it will be interesting to see what the BOA machine will try to do to stop it.

I was suppose to have a resume into a friend of mine today. The idea of going back to corporate appalls me, but February 20th is coming up fast (estimated baby/babies due date) and if I can't start making a couple grand more a week -- short of taking up a life of petty theft knocking over dry cleaners -- then I'm going to have to seriously consider another job. I was hoping worst case I could get contracted in with this place to do some summer work, but it appears that it is all or nothing with them. I even got a lead on a contract gig with a surveillance camera outfit out this way, but I don't know how that will play out in the meantime, either. As of this morning, I'm still waiting on a damn DVR card for a client who mis-informed me of his system to begin with and my profit margin on my labor is skidding down a steep slope because of it.

There is always the grand opening of my dad's new restaurant, though. He always likes to do shit on a whim, which bothers the shit out of me considering he's playing with my mother's money, and has decided "ah, fuck the soft opens, we're just going to open the place up for the fourth of July so we can start making money." Hey, dumb ass, the whole point of a 'soft open' is to make sure that your procedures are solid, your kitchen team is solid and your serving staff can interface with your point-of-sale system well. Without practice, you're treading on thin ice, especially if you fuck up big-time on your first night open. You could also be dead as hell -- which is why you do 'soft opens' so that you lure people in who can then advertise your establishment via word-of-mouth -- or you could be slammed to the rafters and end up running out of ways to improvise. I'll admit, my father is a clever fucking guy, but I remember how his handiwork almost tobogganed an online business we shared, no thanks to a relative (because nobody screws you like family). You don't enter into a handshake agreement with somebody... Ever... When you're talking more gross funds than you're willing to personally inject. I don't care how "big" you think. Yes, it takes money to make money, so if you ain't got the money, don't put everybody else in the hole (or otherwise dick us in our prospective holes) just to make your op look bigger than it is. That's responsible business practices 101, man!

Well, I'll hopefully come back with some ginger-laden happiness before the sun sets... Wish me luck!