TGIF

You know your off to a good weekend when you drive aimlessly with dog in tow only to find yourself pulling in to a 7-11 to purchase an Orange Blast Iron Man 2 slurpee from which you proceed to drive home, sit on the sofa and attempt to transfer the orange tint from the slurpee onto your lips.  Nothing like a beautiful, sunny afternoon.

Potato Salad or Pool?

Now I know what my friend was talking about when she stated so shockingly in disbelief that she was officially a blogger.  I am in denial that I'm blogging right now because I find it a little too technorati for me.  Since I am on a "writing" swing though, I might as well continue my quest to be as productive as possible.  Last night was a particularly interesting night.  Interesting for me at least because it involved something other than job searching, wall staring and outside noise analysis.  I decided to dive in and make a potato salad recipe that my boyfriend printed for me.  It sounded delicious and simple so why not?   I remember the days when my grandmother and grandfather would team up and gruel for hours chopping vegetables for their infamous, hearty potato salad.  Of course that thought didn't cross my mind until midway through 10 pounds of boiling potatoes, bowls of chopped onion and celery and various condiments of different nationalities so eagerly awaiting their union with the potatoes.  I made it through the entire potato salad recipe which in case your wondering came out delicious.  Shortly thereafter I received a call from my boyfriends pool hall friend who is moving to Vegas next week.  He wanted to see if I was going to drop by so he could say goodbye.  I stated that I had just finished making potato salad from which followed : 
"I'll give you a $1.00 to get a life!!!"  We both started cracking up because to him making potato salad would never win over pool.  Some might think how boring is that?  I had the best of both worlds last night.  Not only do we (my boyfriend and I) have 2 tubs of potato salad to indulge in, but I also made it to the pool hall for a proper goodbye .  Of course I gave my friend and his wife a bin of potato salad to enjoy.  My only dilemma now is deciding how far to sink in potato salad!!!!

BTW--for the potato salad recipe please visit:

http://www.cooking.com/Recipes-and-More/recipes/All-American-Potato-Salad-recipe-6361.aspx

Monday's off to a Good Start?!!!

So I am sitting here after reading my girlfriends hilarious blog and decided it's time to do something productive with my day. It's been almost 2 years basking in unemployment with no real job in sight and I need something to do other than stare at the walls and eat Chips Ahoy!!! What started out as aggressive job searching, appointments with recruiters and sporadic interviews (both in person and via telephone) for a year and a half, has dwindled down to my downright refusal, and I mean OBJECTION in it's very form, to look for work. It's as simple as that. What I thought I was:  career oriented, super worker with home life in order) is actually not the case. This depressing state of flux is temporary though--really it is!!! I state the word "temporary" to booster my confidence because right now it' s in the gutter. I do know my capabilities and skills, but they haven't been used in quite some time. There are obvious doubts running through my head, especially when finding used bubble gum wrappers in my pockets are the highlights of my day. In all honesty, I do know my skill sets. I know they will be utilized again at some point. In the meantime, I think it's vital to stick with confidence boosting/bolstering statements, not to sound selfish, but just in case I decide to throw myself against the wall.  OK getting back. It's been roughly 1 year and 8 months of no real work. The holidays came and went. The creeping annoying messages that are nestled deep in my head refuse to leave. "I need to start looking for work"!!! "I need a JOB!!!" The key word here is "refusal" or better yet "objection" since I find it repulsive that after so long I must continue my job search!!! Both conflicting thoughts are now boxing in the ring.  It's "I need a job" VS " I don't want to look for one" and at this point I'm not sure which one will win. For now I will let the boxing match continue--after all I lost count after round 10. So it' s Monday. I ran, took a nap, walked the dog and ate a semi-healthy breakfast of egg whites, onion and pepper only to be followed by sugared iced coffee and 4 Chips Ahoy.   Horrible I know.  I will say this though. There is something to be said about spending quality time with my adorable English Bulldog Tyson, working out and attempting to look like a well adjusted citizen.  There is something to be said about receiving lifesaving emails from far distant friends. Thank God for my friends blog posting. It prompted me to write this excerpt and maybe I'll write some more.  Who knows.  Monday turned out to not be so bad after all.