Almost there!

Welp, we made it through both the Mayan Apocalypse and Christmas! Woo! All that’s left is to drink out 2012 and bring on 2013. It’s gonna be a very strenuous year, but I believe a very good year for us. Time to start anew. Get rid of the old. Turn our sedate, comfortable lives inside out.

Yah.

Should be good.

I think I’ll lose a parent in 2013. My bets are on Dad. Simply because June is meaner and too stubborn to go. They are both in sad shape. I’m sure it’ll be after we move. Just to keep things interesting.

I’m in purge mode, so I’ll be cleaning out shit IRL as well as online. Time to cull the Twitter list and the FB list. Mostly Twitter, since I have lots of ATL related crap on there. Gonna get rid of a ton of newsletters, too. You know you’ve got too many when you toss half of them before you even read them.

Guess that’s it for end of year. We are redoubling our efforts to lose weight. We have got to be physically able to make this move! Can’t do it when we are this rotund. The drinking and smoking have to go as well. Ugh. It’s definitely a WATCH THIS kind of experiment. Heh.

I hope everyone has a safe, warm and happy New Year. Here’s to BIG CHANGES!

Be gone 2012!

This year is ending on a shitty note. We need more money in savings for the move – and spending over $800 on the Nutsville trip isn’t helping. My family is falling apart and I can’t do anything about it.

Ugh.

I generally do not like the end of the year, what with all the holiday crap and stress. This year is no different, other than 10x more stress and soooooo much pressure coming up in 2013. I just have to keep chanting: it’ll all be worth it, it’ll all be worth it… ad nauseam.

I hope everyone has a great Christmas or whatever you celebrate. We will be hunkered down with the cats.

Everyone remember to run outside on Dec 22 and yell: “The Doctor did it! He saved us!”. Or, yanno, NOT if the Mayans are right. ;)

Why Obamacare is NOT the Answer

Look, I think everyone deserves to see a physician when they are sick, regardless of their economic status. I’m not saying fuck the poor. Far from it. Hell WE don’t have insurance per se. We have AFLAC and a dental/vision discount plan. But there are some very real consequences of Obamacare that no one is addressing, right OR left.

First and foremost: this healthcare tax will crush small businesses. It’s not some crazed right wing conspiracy theory, it is a FACT. Companies with 50 or more employees must raise prices (A LOT), layoff employees, cut everyone to part time (less than 30 hrs/wk) or at the very least freeze hiring. Think of all the small businesses you patronise. Think about that family owned restaurant chain with a couple of locations. THOSE are the businesses facing bankruptcy or harsh measures to stay afloat. Go read this article from the New York Post, Nov 17, 2012. I’ll wait. Does that clarify it for you?

Many companies will likely choose to pay the penalty instead, which is still expensive — $2,000 per worker multiplied by the entire workforce, after subtracting the statutory exemption for the first 30 workers. For a 50-person company, then, the tax would be $40,000, or $2,000 times 20.

That might not seem like a lot, but for many small businesses that could be the difference between survival and failure. – Michael Tanner, NYPost, 11.17.12

All the dumbasses bitching at John Schnatter (Papa John’s) for his plans to adjust for this tax, saying “well, I’ll pay 10¢ more per pizza!”, are just being reactionary and not seeing the full picture. Sure, raising prices will be one part of the adjustments, but so will cutting employee hours and/or layoffs. The liberals screaming “BOYCOTT” to companies who have publicly stated their plans to add surcharges and cut hours are clearly missing the point. This WILL happen across the board. Just like raising the minimum wage causes price increases across the board, so will Obamacare.

But it’s not the higher prices that we should worry about. It’s the ripple of layoffs, hiring freezes, cut hours and small business closures we should be worried about. You don’t think small business matters? Read this. I’ll wait. This particularly sticks out:

The latest figures show that small businesses create 75 percent of the net new jobs in our economy. -SBA Report

Obamacare will push this country’s fragile economy even further towards collapse. This tax will rot our economy from the inside out. It’s a very bad idea. The restaurant industry will be particularly hard hit. And this is the industry I want to go into, so, yah, it’s important to me.

So, what to do? I propose we do nothing – other than STOP Obamacare. Of course, it’s too late for that. Obama’s raison d’etre is to be remembered as the President Who Gave Everyone Healthcare. Fuck everything else, this is his goal. Fuck the economy, fuck the small businesses, fuck the people who will be laid off or have their hours cut. Fuck all of it, he wants his place in history.

If we could stop Obamacare, then what have we lost? NOTHING. Everything remains as fucked up as it is.

Well, you ask, how is that helping? I’ll tell you: concierge doctors. That is the fancy name given to doctors who don’t take insurance, just cold hard cash. Some offer monthly fees, sort of like a retainer, others just charge you for whatever service you need. They are often not cheap like this 82 year old Illinois doctor that charges $5, but paying $500 for a treatment or even $5000 for a surgery beats the shit out of your $12,000/yr insurance payments with a $5000 deductible. Look at the numbers! Even if you pay only $6000/yr w/ a $2500 deductible, it is still cheaper to PAY CASH. But no one will have cash because we’ll all be paying for coverage we don’t necessarily want with Obamacare.

In one fell swoop, our chance of eventually having a real choice of who we want to take care of us and another small business model is demolished.

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Brining Poultry

I am happy to report that our Thanksgiving feast for two turned out magnificently! Anyone who tells you that brining is useless CLEARLY has not brined! OMG the chicken was the best chicken I’ve ever had, hands down. Here’s my brine recipe (I’m sure it would be just as good for turkey but you’ll have to scale the volume up, of course) and how I cooked the chicken:

7# roaster chicken
5 cups water
5 cups apple cider vinegar
1/3 cup kosher salt (NOT table salt!)
3/4 cup dark brown sugar
2Tbl mixed peppercorns
4-5 bay leaves

Warm up the brine until the salt/sugar has melted. Cool it down to room temp before putting on the bird. I used a (too big) brining bag. Rinse your bird and put into a brining bag or vessel of some sort. Weigh it down if it floats. Let it brine for 4-8 hours in the fridge. Any longer and it’ll make the meat too salty. I brined this chicken for 4 hours. A turkey would need at least 8 hrs due to its size.

Pull out the bird for at least 30 mins before cooking to get the chill off. Remove from brine, rinse and pat dry.

I don’t put stuffing in the bird because it increases cooking time and therefore will make your bird too done. What I do is put the giblets back in the cavity along with lemons, rosemary, garlic and peppercorns. I also make a paste of garlic, salt, pepper, rosemary, lemon zest and olive oil to put under the skin. A final touch is to put olive oil on the outside of the bird and season with S/P.

I roasted at 400ºF for about 30 mins, then turned down to 350F and tented with foil for about 2-2.5 hrs more. I use a thermometer to check that it’s 170F or more. Once you hit that, you’re done. The official recipe for chicken is 25 mins per pound of bird at 350F, but mine was a bit quicker due to the 400F start. Use a thermometer.

The chicken turned out succulent, flavourful and downright awesome. It was tangy and citrusy and perfectly seasoned. The only photos I have are semi-crappy from my iPod:

Chicken is on the back left, brussels sprouts back right, green bean casserole front right, boiling potatoes front left.

Clockwise from top right: chicken, sausage dressing, green bean casserole, sauteed brussels sprouts and smashed potatoes.

Everything was totally delicious and I’m glad I didn’t bother with the chocolate lava cakes! NO WAY we could have eaten them! I’m going to make them today instead. Since I’m a horrible baker, it’ll be interesting to see if they turn out.

March of Time

Just ran across an obituary for a friend I ran around with in college. She died last year and I missed it completely. She was only 53. I’ve sent a FB message to her sister in the hope that she might tell me what happened to my friend. Sucks.

This has put me in a morbid mood, naturally. I don’t normally think about death much, I just try to live my life the best I can and not worry about it. But days like this when it’s shoved in my face, well, days like this I brood.

I’m 47. While I have a broad skillset and a couple of degrees, I still feel that I’ve accomplished little. I have a lot riding on this move of ours. What if it doesn’t pan out? It’s true, life is what happens while you’re making other plans. All I know is I’ve got to REALLY do something severe to get out of this mile deep rut.

If I died tomorrow, what would I leave behind? Umm. Some websites? This blog, certainly. It’s all electronic. I mean, I’ve got stuff, too, but this blog is really the essence of me. I’ve ranted. I’ve complained. I’ve celebrated. I’ve tried very hard to document what my life has been here.

I have to tell my parents that we are planning to move to AZ. They are old and infirm. They won’t do anything to save themselves. I can’t help them, but I still feel guilty about moving so far away. I’m sure my brother will have a conniption. Or not. It’s hard to tell with any of them. They have so much disdain for me, I can’t imagine it getting any worse. It’s not like they ever contact me, so I don’t see much difference between my being 200 miles away or 2000. But still.

I’m trying so hard to not hinge all my hopes on this move. But, hell, what else do I have? I’m done here. The house is gone, I’m sick of this ghetto ass town, I’m very, very bored. I want very much to have something to get up for in the morning. Learning a new town, getting a p/t job, setting up a new house and all of that is very appealing.

Of course I worry about my elderly cats. I think the plan of renting an RV to make the trek is a good one. They won’t like it, but it is easier on them than flying. Last time I moved (about 3 miles) my elderly cat Dickens didn’t make it. So, I’m anxious about DJ (15) and Missy (12-15). They are in good health, but I still worry.

I’m probably more anxious about all this than I’ve ever been about anything. When I moved down here, I was 23 years old! I had no fear! But this time, I’m older and wiser and have much trepidation. I’m giving up a VERY comfortable life (that is killing me) for complete and utter chaos (which will save me? I hope?).

Blah, I don’t even know what I’m rambling about. All I know is that I’m getting old enough to start seeing friends die and I’ve got fewer days ahead than behind. It’s scary, but it also makes me more determined to DO SOMETHING before I die.

Allons-y!