Oh work ...work at long last.

Well...sorta...kinda..So officially I have not been completely unemployed. I was still working part time two days a week. Now alas they have told me I may have three days a week. Oh joy something to do! You know something that doesn't involve coming up with ways to avoid all the cleaning that I should be doing since I'm having of all this free time of late. I am sad to say (and my grandmother would be after me with a paddle if she knew)that even with my free time my windows are not sparkling clean, my thank-you notes have not gone out and I really need to wash my floors. All of them. At first I was just relaxing because of the stress of season. (If you ever live in FL you will find that everything revolves around season) We obsess over it...we live it...we breath it..we complain about it endlessly then we complain that it's gone and we have nothing to do. I have now gone beyond relaxing and into sloth. It's bad. Real bad and it just has to stop. So that's my goal. I have a long to do list and it will all be done. First things first....thank you notes and windows.

Perhaps if I just look at it another way?

I have far to much to say to say it in an organized fashion. First I am pretty sure I am going to change churches. I thought that after I was with the current congregation for a bit they would warm to me and I could have another of the social outlets that I dearly love. This is not the case. They are just not that kind of church. Mass at a Roman Catholic church is usually an hour. Sometimes the singing at the end goes on a bit but they are pretty consistent(we are a consistent, guilt stricken people)my Mass on Sunday was only 48 minuets long....Excuse me...how am I supposed to get my spiritual boomboom shaking with a shortened service? Then to make matters worse before I had even said my ending rosary the lady is saying that I must exit through the cry room because service is OVER! Pardon moi...on no I think not. I was looking forward to social activities and bingo with elderly ladies in big hats. My dream is crushed. So I'm attending a different Mass next Sunday with better results I hope.

I'm fairly sure the beau is heading back up North to Yankee town. I may have overheard him planning his plane trip back. "one way please and thank you" Oh well. Even jobless as I am I want to stick it out and wait and see what happens. I figure I have lasted this long I'm not going to sniff and go home now. Well unless I can't make my rent and electric then I may not have a choice. Today is also the first day that I have been out of work that I don't just feel like going to the beach. The beach is actually boring to me now. I'm craving that get up and go with purpose that I used to have. I am getting some good reading in now though. I will be well informed when I go back to work. Which I have an interview for tomorrow. Lets hope all goes well.

I'm off to find another book.....and perhaps a cheeseburger and a glass of chard?

Every day life slaps you down a little bit more.

There is not enough Stolichnaya or Chardonnay or Capri Lights in the state of Florida to quell this jitter inside me that comes from having no menz and no job. As of 10:15 on Tuesday morning(forever referred to as T-Day)I am jobless. Or at least mostly jobless. I still work 10 hours a week at the not to be named Italian Restaurant. Let me just say that this does not pay the bills. Not even close. I am now going to go through the grueling process of finding another job. Lets not even mention the 3rd flat tire this month that I got this morning on my way to search for jobs. The huge pulled pork sam-ich I got from the local BBQ joint did little to offer in way of a pick me up(unless we are talking about pounds going up. It did wonders for that). Smoked pork in sloppy sauce covered in slaw can only go so far.(Yes I know.....shouldn't have spent the money on it).....(did it anyway....if I'm going down I'm going down in a blaze of wine sipped, pork fed, cheese covered glory so help me...) Channel the Scarlett O'Hara imitation now. I will however prevail. I will go home tonight and I will form a plan....or have a big glass of Chard...or both. I should be feeling the skirred part anytime now but mostly I just wanna go sit on the beach. Look up that description of Southern Bombshell. I think somewhere it includes

"always ready to face the world with a big dose of denial, will continue to spend what she does not have, always looking forward with the hope that somehow something will come through that will bail her out"

It's that ever present hopefulness that makes us look a little glassy eyed and air-headed. That an we've been drinking....chin up....take a breath...mix a little cocktail....ready to face the world now. Where did I leave that damn feather boa again?


Here's to things looking up ladies!

Faux paradise I call you home

When you move to Florida people forget to tell you about all the bad stuff. All you will see in your mind is a huge beach full of hot men holding mixed drinks. It is nothing like that in real life. There are long hard seasonal hours in whatever job field you are in. There are bugs.....tons and tons of nasty squishy bugs and if you have a dog there will be fleas. There is nothing you can do about it short of a plastic bubble. All summer will be a constant fight because it never gets cold enough here to kill the suckers off. However that being said, there are some pretty nice beaches and I do just absolutely love living all of ten minuets from them. The men thing is a complete myth.

Realizing this morning that I am in the middle of what is soon to be a break-up of enormous proportions I should be very upset. But I'm just not. I am looking forward to having my home all to myself. Of being able to sleep in the middle of the bed WITH MY DOG! Of being able to eat or not eat whatever I want. Most of all of not having to chase after ten million billion half drank cans of coke. That's going to be real exciting like for me.

This is my list for men I need to find in the future:(courtesy of the SPQ)


1. someone who can fix things
2. someone you can dance with
3. someone who can pay for things
4. someone you can talk to
5. someone to have great sex with

Now if I can find all of those in one....well that would just be peachy!

I feel like life is just about to get interesting.

I've made yet another move

I am so glad to be back ya'll. How many times have I said that now?

Life has changed so dramatically in the last few months my head is still spinning. I have moved yet again and I started a new job.

The new abode is taking shape. Its going to take a while yet because I am determined not to purchase anything unless it's on sale, I love it, and perfect for the dream house in my mind.




This is my new chair, they match my flower pots perfectly and I got a PAIR of them for $20. The photo is a little sloppy because it's a cell phone shot but you get the idea. I will have more pics as the abode progresses. I see some yard sailing this weekend.

I will be back soon to add more updates. Have a great day Ya'll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Marlene's Perfect Pasta Salad!

This here is one of the very best, top of my list past salads. We recently had a cook out at the new humble home. Well Stephanie's mom brought ....you guessed it pasta salad. Here I am expecting the classic elbow noodles and mayo concoction that is at every event only to be pleasantly surprised by this amazing mix. Let me first state my problem with classic pasta salad recipes. I hate when they are so sweet they make your teeth ache, however if they are tangy enough then they leave a horrid after taste in your mouth. This recipe solves both problems and it's basic enough to make it your own.

You will need:
1 jar of Marzetti "Classic Slaw" dressing (this is non negotiable...this makes the recipe)
2 tbs of mayo (I prefer Dukes if it's available....just no low fat or the dreaded miracle whip)
1/2 a cup of onion-chopped
1 1/2 cups of celery-chopped
2 hard boiled eggs-chopped
1 can of tuna/chicken your choice
Salt and pepper to taste
1 cup of shredded carrots if you like them (they add a nice crunch)
1 box of your preference of noodles. I like shells, Mizz Marlene used spirals...my mama loves elbows...pick your pleasure.

Boil your noodles according to the directions on the box, or Al Dente for this recipe.
Rinse them in cold water and drain well.

Then just dump all the rest in a bowl with the noodles, mix well and refrigerate for at least one hour. Now enjoy and thank me later y'all.

A word to the wise about this recipe. This is a very basic recipe that you can add or remove what you like. When I had it the first time it had carrots but no egg or salt and pepper. However unless you truly love onions in the extreme I would not add more than half a cup. For whatever reason this dressing makes the onions really stand out. I have found that half a cup delivers the perfect amount of flavor, and I like onions. I also add more celery because I really enjoy the crunch with the noodles. This works equally well with canned chicken or tuna. I like the tuna but some people don't. Now you can leave the carrots out, however they add some color and a small bit of taste.

I just had to bring y'all this recipe because it is that good. Really yummy. Since I now live in a place where going to the store requires going "into town" I do a lot of cooking. I am trying out beef pepper steak tonight. I will let you know how it goes.

With the beau working all day and me only working weekends I am about to loose my mind with all this free time. I have been doing a lot of reading lately but I have yet to read anything worth passing on. Even with all the boredom and free time driving me crazy(never thought I could have to much free time) I am still happy to be out of the crazies house. The level of stress relief that brought is amazing.

I hope everyone else is doing well. Kelsey the old lady and I are just unpacking and adjusting to life in the country. Have a great week!

Life when you have to go"in to town" for everything.

I am happy to say that we are no longer living with the crazies. I am unhappy to say that the chance of getting a pizza delivered to the new place is right up their with flying pigs. Which there are plenty of down the road from me. Not the flying variety but pigs none the less.

I highly enjoy being able to exist with out dealing with the crazies doing strange and unexplainable things. For example the day before we were set to move out the step-monster felt the need to scratch and gouge up all the furniture the dad said we could take with. His exact words were "if you don't take it I'm going to throw it in with the trash on Tuesday". Now it's not priceless antiques but it's a bed and a dresser we didn't have before. I thought his wording was pretty clear.....yes we can take this furniture......is what I thought. However step-monster apparently felt the need to pay us back for "stealing right out from under her" her beloved water warped fiberboard headboard and the dresser with the missing handles and broken drawer tracks by completely ruining them before we took them with. Notice the frugality I have shown by not running out and purchasing brand new furniture just so I can say...fine you want it you keep it now that you have messed it up! This may end up being necessary though since every time I look at the furniture I get a wash of seething anger. There is also the never ending accusations of us stealing all matter of things from the house. "I had three cartons of yogurt not two!"-"I bet she took the scrunchy I wore with my nursing uniform in 1982!"-"I can't believe they took the remote control to OUR bedroom TV". This list is never ending. If the step-monster(who I will call fudgy face from now on due to the constant consuming of fudgsicles which she promptly smears all over her face in her Xanex induced haze" has managed to misplace something in one of her inebriated states then we have taken the item just to spite her. Because oh Lordy B I really had a thing for that chocolate smeared scrunchy with the little fuzzy craft balls hanging off the edges!



That is the end of my venting! Now on to the good stuff. I am interviewing for another job......one that isn't 48Min's from the new house. The new roommates don't completely stink which is good for my mental state. The old lady has also somewhat bonded with the new puppy..Duncan or Dumkin depending on the mood which is also good so I don't have to play dog mediator all the time. That's about it. I am so much less stressed since leaving that house that I can actually sleep at night and everything is so much easier to deal with now. God love peaceful living situations!