Salsa Recipe

Please note, this sh*t is SPICY!  Almost too spicy for me.  I'm going to take 2 when I get done typing this up.  Also, this is my very own recipe, and first attempt at salsa.

1 can (14.5 oz) of Diced Tomatoes
1 can (14.5 oz) of Salsa Style Fire Roasted Tomatoes
1 medium onion, sliced thinly
1 garlic glove, chopped or sliced
1 can (7 oz) Chipotle peppers in adobo sauce
olive oil, about 1 TBSP
salt, to taste

Heat oil over medium heat; add onions and sweat 3-4 minutes.  Put onions, tomatoes and garlic in food processor or blender.  Add 1/2 can of chipotle peppers with sauce (this is what makes it pretty spicy; adjust to 1-2 peppers for milder salsa).  Puree ingredients.  Simmer in sauce pan on lo for 20 minutes; let cool.  

Eat within 1-2 days or you can freeze for 2 weeks.  It made two of these jars full (medium Ball canning jars).  If you freeze it, don't fill it to the very top; it needs space to expand when it freezes.

So it turns out...

Well, so Boston is pushed back until next week sometime.  They know they are at the top of my employer list and that makes them eager to get me in, but the travel schedules of their people keep colliding is some kind of cosmic, let's keep her waiting sort of way.  It's okay, I can't really blame them and I'm glad they have business to keep them very busy. 

In the meantime, I have purchased a dress for being the Maid of Honour in my little sister's wedding.  I was also the MoH in my big sister's wedding.  I guess "always a bridesmaid, never a bride" is really working out for me.  At least those are the only two weddings I've been in so far.  None of my other friends who got married in the dawn of their 20's (or for some, the twilight of their teens) apparently saw me as a close enough friend to be more than the guestbook signer or some such thing.  Ah...whatever.  Less ugly dresses to buy and wear and toss out later.  I'm not a 27 Dresses kind of girl at all. 

It's been sunny and in the 60's here, which has really helped me get motivated to get things done.  So I did the dress thing today, on a whim, as it occurred to me that it's now March and her wedding is in July.  I'm pretty much a perfect size 4, so only if I lose weight (which I plan to do) and lose some in the bosoms, would I need an alteration.  I also returned a pair of shoes that didn't work out for the upcoming interview, and a pair of pants that I decided not to need.  I had bought them in a panic when I thought I was going to get a job and need something to fit my now slightly curvier figure.  

On Monday...I did 4-5 hours of research on interview stuff and went to the gym as well.  Yesterday, got my butt kicked by my trainer.  I am sooo tired when I get home from training with her.  Which is good, theoretically, until I fall asleep for an hour and then don't go to bed til 2am and don't wake up til 11am.  Monday I actually got up at 8:30am, but I fell off that wagon quickly.  I've just been doing other stuff too.  Picked up some certified mail at the postal office, filed my taxes, threw away some paperwork I don't need... kind of spring cleaning I guess.  Partially, in preparation for moving to Boston.  Please note, I haven't even interviewed for the job yet, but I really feel quite positive about this one.  I would actually be pretty devastated if I didn't get it.  And, I'm wondering if by preparing to move there, it's too preemptive or if it's just adding to my confidence.  I don't believe in "asking the universe to give you what you want" but I do believe in asking God, and positive mental visualization of getting what you want.   

Ex-man-boy popped up the other day.  Nothing new.  Or exciting.  He said we should get together before he leaves but I don't really think he entirely means that.  I asked him if he wanted to go hiking next week or tomorrow if the weather was nice and of course, I'm not even sure why I bothered.  Lame-ass was like, yeah, I'm probably gonna pass on that offer...but you have fun with that, lol.  Don't bloody patronize me with your loling....lazy.  Like, what is he doing that...ugh, I'm not even going to get into it.  I just rolled my eyes, deleted the text and if he wants to get in touch or get together, he can ask me.  I'm so over it.  Okay, maybe not entirely, but trying.  I just don't understand if you're sitting at home doing nothing (he told me he was trying to keep busy), why you wouldn't want to get out and enjoy the great outdoors?  He told me he loved hiking and he was a freaking Boy Scout.  So... lame-ass.

I also made cookies and now I'm thinking of doing a 5 mile walk with 2lb weights, but...I am also thinking of making salsa.  I should really work out and take advantage of the nice day outside.  My problem lately is that I want something really, really tasty to eat, but my craving never gets satiated, so I'm always eating.  Gorgonzola cheese did not do the trick.  I'm thinking if I just splurged and went somewhere really good for dinner, I would be fine.  I don't know.  I want to make salsa because it's healthy and my bestie said I could use her new food processor.  She's in Vegas and I whenever she travels, I always make something and leave it in her fridge.  She's my neighbour too, so this makes it easy.  Or, should I stay home, make salsa and continue with the purging process?  I cannot decide which will make me feel best.  That's why I'm blogging.  

No more news on visitor man.  We've been talking, but I always have to initiate.  I get so bored during the day, it's nice to have someone to text, but I'm probably annoying the heck out of him.  I'm going to make some salsa now.

Bostonia

One of the more depressing things I've had the pleasure to do this weekend is Boston housing research.  I own my place here and since I'd lose a ton of money if I sold it now, I will rent it to some lucky bastard and rent a cheap, small hole in Boston.  I feel like part of this would be so much easier if I didn't have 2 cats with which to concern myself.  I have to realistically determine what I need/want in a place.  For instance, since I will be gone 80% of the time, should I look to get a laundry service or make sure I have a washer/dryer in my space (note to self: research laundry services).  Where should I live?  Close to the airport or close to the office?  Or in between?

Of course...I'm making the huge assumption that I will get this job.  I'm now quite tired from a few hours of researching, but I know what a huge difference it will make, to be able to make a well-informed decision about where to live.  

My overly-honest pie hole once again reveled in too much honesty last night and I think I really hurt visitor man's feelings.  I just didn't think he actually liked me.  Not that much, I mean I'm quite likable and all, but after having gone out only once, and living in different states and not answering my question about when he'd be back...well....I guess I figured he thought it was a fun time, but he'd have to go check out some other birds in other places and probably wasn't all too interested in a steady bird.  While he is quite lovely, I don't think that he'd be willing to give me the 97.4% complete and focused attention that I, at the moment, require.  I'm tired of having to be the unselfish person in a relationship and so, someone must pay me close attention should he like to win my heart.  

 

Oh, well...I wasn't sure it was going to work even if I would like to have tried.  I think I really just need a local bloke, so that he can give me 97.4% complete attention.  I guess I will wait until my arrival in Boston to continue looking.

But, after a weekend of great debauchery, bock beer and shenanigans with all my friends, and a little sunshine, I can't say life is anything but grand.  My favourite quote of the weekend came after my bestie and I were one of only 2 or three couples dancing (in front of a few hundred people) and of course, we were the only same-sex couple dancing (because we are friends, not because we are dating).  And she saw an intern she had to on-board on Monday so we went to go apply some teamwork principles and try to drag her into dancing with us.  This young little intern (who was what, all of 22 or so?) said that she and her beau had been watching us dance and he said, "Wow, they are definitely not shy."  So, I'm not sure if that's good or bad, but heck, we were the only two people having the time of our lives and not giving a flying fig about what anyone else though.  It was lovely.

Jumble Gym

I have all these thoughts, just rambling around in my head.  So...I guess let's start with the most important: I want this job in Boston!  Not just because it's a job, or any job...but it's the right job for me.  I'm still waiting to hear from the recruiter about when my interview will be.  I'm still thinking next week Friday, but ring damn phone!

Also, after further consideration and review, I don't know if visitor man and I will entirely work out.  I don't know what it is.  Maybe it's the living in two different states which is such a drag.  I really wanted him to go to the local beerfest with me this weekend, because it'd be a fun date-like thing to do, but alas,  not only is he working but of course, he's in a different state.  He's nice, I like him but I don't know...I guess I miss that feeling that I had when I met ex-man-boy.  Sometimes, I actually am afraid I am about to call visitor man by ex-man-boy's name.  I wonder if his 8 year seniority to me affects how attractive physically he is to me.  Or am I embarrassed that he looks his age (or older, if he's wearing his glasses).  Is it me, just not sure what I want right now?  Does nice always matter?  Is it the only thing that matters?

Speaking of ex-MB, he is apparently moving back home (as in, to MI, to his parents' house) for a while.  No, I haven't talked to him.  This appeared on Facebook today.  I think this is so ironic.  He basically just quit his life, his job, me...to go to California and now, at almost 27 years old, he's moving back in with mum and dad.  While my life may not exactly be in non-shambles, at least I can still support myself and land on my feet, take care of myself and my kittens. 

Well, pre-drinks with my lovely neighbour lady await me and I and my jumble gym thoughts will go get worked out over a night of quaffing beers.

I am so tired today.  Yes, I stayed out late last night with handsome visitor man.  He's a lot of fun and I can pretty much say whatever I want and know that I am still acceptable.  Because sometimes, I say some pretty honest stuff.  I actually don't even remember what time I went home.  We got drinks and food and then went to listen to some latin jazz at a local jazz club...which was actually mostly empty.  And I had my first slow dance.  Ever.  Yes, I have arrived at the age of 29 never having slow danced.  It's a long story.

Anyways, I'm still waiting to hear from the internal recruiter when my interview is supposed to be.  I figure if it is this week, then they will have to tell me by tomorrow.  And even though I haven't exactly ruled it out yet, I am thinking it will be next week instead.  My meeting yesterday with the gentleman who recommended me for the position went really well and he gave me a lot of advice for interviewing.  I really, really want this job.

So I'm thinking about going to bed...even though it's like only 9:06pm.  Yes, I'm really just that tired.  And I need to do research for this interview in case it's this Friday after all. 

I Became a Fan of "I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook"

Yes, I became a fan of that group today.  Damn Facebook.  It's great for some things...like, reaffirming your ex was a jackass and why you're still glad you broke up.  Venting in your status update.  Posting pics of your most glorious moments.  Getting back in touch with your cousins. Celebrating those special moments (and kids and weddings).  

What it's bad for: when you randomly type in that guy's name...that guy that from the moment you saw him walk in the room you were head over heels, smitten like a kitten and there was no going back.  That guy that is so handsome he to you he seems out of reach, but is real enough to touch, to feel, to hurt you... That guy that just has it all.  Women love him.  Men love him.  He makes a lot of money.  He lives in California.  He makes your heart skip a beat.  Swoon finally has a personal application; it's how he made you feel with that first kiss.  Mmmm....  And even though it's been more than a half a year since you last saw him, just seeing that boyish grin, that hot body, that beautiful brown skin...  it's like reliving every moment you ever spent with him.  Your face lights up, just seeing his happy, glowing face.

And then.  Reality.  He just used you and while it was mutual for a while, he suddenly made it weird by implying that you were "comodotizing" him.  Sure, you like the company of God's gift to women, then you resent that he knows it and flaunts it.  You remember those sweet, soft moments just laying together talking and sharing and tender kisses, the way he wrapped you up in his arms.  You're just never going to forget the way his skin feels, the way he smells and the way he is just crazy and funny and smart and everything, absolutely everything you ever wanted in a man.  Everything.  It was even cute how you fought because he is so obnoxious and then you made up. 

Sometimes you feel "lucky" to be counted among one of his; one that he deigned to descend to and use.  It all would have ended fine if your "understanding" had been understood by you both.  Then you feel angry that you ever felt like you weren't "good enough" for him.  Angry that he made you feel that way.  Angry that he's really living the life: money, travel, doing whatever he wants, women, doing whomever he wants...

Then you realize, there's a fullness he will never experience.  There's a depth he will never reach.  There's a richness he will never have.  There's a woman he will never touch.  You.  He can't have it all, after all...he can't have you.

Fiona and Her Blanket

I have a cat who is, no joke, addicted to this electric blanket.  MY electric blanket.  We literally fight over it.  And I win, because I am bigger (never said that before).  But she still tries to find even one tiny corner to park her skinny little cat bum anyways.  It's kind of cute, but I never turn the darn thing off, which I think can't be good.  We'll find out when something burns or the electric shorts.  And Other Cat vies for my lap while meowing forlornly, as though I have banished her.

A busy day...week for me.  I have been working on cleaning since 10am this morning when I was jolted awake by a phone call (hope I did not have morning voice for Mr. Recruiter).  So, either this Friday or next Friday I shall be interviewing in Boston...but he didn't give me a final answer today!  I also went to get my size 6 bum kicked by my trainer at the gym.  After a great yoga session yesterday and training today, I'm going to be sore tomorrow; I can totally feel it.  I ran home, gobbled up some chicken picatta and held Fat Cat for a while while resting my eyeballs.  Then it was off to babysit for a networking event.  No childrens showed up, so home again, home again, jiggety jig...and $20 later...

I'm delaying the last part of cleaning: clothes.  Ugh, I hate, hate doing this.  You'd think I was 14 again, but no, I'm 29 and I can't stand putting clothes away.  Yeah, just the putting clothes away part.  I think it was because I didn't have my own dresser until I bought my condo.  I shared one with my sister when I was little and I didn't have one really until I bought one about 2 years ago.  But I detest this chore over all else.  I even cleaned out and rearranged the vanity in the bathroom before I attempted this onerous chore.  Actually, I cleaned it out with "I might be moving to a small, expensive apartment in Boston" in mind.  Chucked half things of stuff that I know I'll never use and are like 2 or more years old.  It's such a good feeling.  Maybe I can get myself motivated to do that to everything else in my condo over the next 2 weeks.

So, tomorrow, I am giving myself time in the morning to get dressed, straighten my hair, last-minute cleaning and tidying up (hopefully there isn't much left to do after tonight).  Then, it's off to lunch with a colleague who will tell me all there is to know about this job I'm interviewing for in Boston, meet up with handsome bloke and then... I have no idea what to do with said handsome bloke.  

Okay, okay...off to clean and let Fiona have her electric blanket back.  Ex-man-boy might as well have bought me an electric cat bed for Christmas, for all it gets used for these days.