2.13

Completely crazy day at my full-time job makes me scared for working two jobs (how pathetic I know). If I’m not out and it’s 5:30 (not that I’m complaining, it’s just that I’ll HAVE to be at the restaurant by 4:30 pm CST at the latest when we are open) I’m worried slightly about what that will mean. I need to start practicing for longer days of work and shorter nights of sleep. Then again, I always thought about doing that before school started and it never worked.  Perhaps it’s simply one of those things where you cannot prepare for it, you cannot plan for it, you just have to put your head down and take it minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, and simply do it?

On an unrelated note, it's The Worlds Most Dreaded Holiday tomorrow. My favorite things being: the colors red and pink, balloons, candy, and flowers mean I've always been a fan of Valentine's Day. Uncool but true. JMS proudly told me this morning "I got you a Valentine's happy! It's from Fred's!" Please don't be jealous ladies.

I got him a book and made a card (bonus points for me!). Tonight we plan on eating lots of delicious cheese and drinking some wine and wearing sweatpants on the couch. Tomorrow we will both be working at TriBecca Allie. Nothing says romance like slanging some pizzas. 

2.11.2015

So, we are in the process of opening a restaurant. It is as terrifying and exhilarating as you might imagine. Being by nature an optimistic yet incredibly nervous human (if worrying were an Olympic sport I would totally win a gold medal) no one is more surprised than myself that I am not worried. Probably this is because I’m simply too dumb to realize how hard this will all be. Instead, I prefer to think of it as having such faith in my husband and his mad cooking skillz that I know it will work. That certainty is saving me from doubt. We might not be prosperous, but we will serve food we love, employ a few people, and I’ll finally be able to buy Prosecco at wholesale. Hopefully with goals as lofty as those we cannot help but be successful!