Book on Lemonade and A/C

Chicago summers and a single air con to our apartment. I picked up a book called 'lemonade' by Fred Thompson in which nearly 100 pages are devoted to different lemonades. See, this is what is great about my job is that I am exposed to new things every single day, and when I say things I mean many many things. For example today we had hand made and bottled syrups that were all natural and damn good. Two for Italian sodas, two were coffee - I can't even remember what all they had in them, one was ginger passion fruit maybe? I dunno, but it was interesting. That is what this job lends it self to be - interesting.

I leave for New York on Saturday. Two e-mail newsletters, 5 posts to facebook about the weather, and 6 about new stuff were canning and I'll be ready to go. I've got three days to finish the above.

Five - six days till I land in Spain. The second (third kinda) country I've ever been to. There will be pictures.

Screaming boys

Thought I'd share the song that makes me smile a bit


bonus:

Honey Bears and Olive Oil

Friday, mid June. It's Chicago so it's hot and sticky. Listening to Devo's new album, which is quite good. It's struggle every day to focus. With the marketing at SPG I find it incredibly difficult to settle and just bang out a couple blog posts, or e-mails. I could only muster 2 today, though I did leave by 1:30. My sister's wedding next week, and NYC > Spain the following week. I'm not sure what is more daunting, the Fancy Food Show or traveling. I'm sure others can sympathize, but I feel the need to get things right. I'm way out of my league just visiting New York with a foodie, let alone going head first into a Fancy Food Show.

I've been stressing more each week as I've got to get a bunch of shit done before I leave - because my lovely job allows me to schedule 80% of my work. In reality, it's next to nothing and I spend more time worrying than doing the work it self.

For a long time I've had this layer of dread on top of me like a blanket, I'm not sure what its all about - maybe seeing my dad? Who knows.