May 21st, 2012: Lazy can't be helped.

When you have the privilege of getting a long weekend it is incredibly hard to do any of the productive things you should do.  There just isn't enough time in the day to accomplish everything during the work week and then when you have your weekends, well who really wants to do housework? No one. That's who.


This has been a most delightful extended weekend for me and I was just so lucky to have it happen over my birthday weekend too.  It was like a little present for me.  I will not be happy to go back to work tomorrow that is for sure.

I did try to accomplish a few fun things though.  I worked some more on the Doctor Who scarf I'm knitting for Chad.  Even though it is my first ever time knitting something; I think I'm really getting the hang of it.  I think I'm starting to get a technique down, or at least I'll be really good at the garter stitch now.

My dog looks really enthusiastic in the background.  At least she is using the dog bed correctly for once.  I can't even tell you how many times she just lays next to it or half in it.  I'll have to search for a photo of that some time as proof of how amazingly 'smart' she is.


Charli is a pretty good distraction for me sometimes though.  For example; when I'm feeling down she'll let me set her in my lap.  She really enjoys laps but most dogs do.


Anyways! Enough about Charli! What else did I do today? Glad you asked.


I did a rather unsuccessful job search.  I'm still trying to find a new job that isn't terrible.  I am glad I even have a job right now, but having a job and feeling like you are wanted and needed at your job are different things.  Does that make sense?  I could have a worse job, that is certain. I could be doing so much more else where and would be appreciated way more than where I am now.

When I talked to my friend Jason on Saturday about his new job (he just recently got out of the job I'm currently in) and it sounds like the stuff from fairy tales and tv at this new place.  I want to find my fairy tale dream job doing something I can get my heart wrapped up in.  Instead of getting my heart stomped on.


Is that too much to ask?


Enough of this depressing topic.  I've already tried to work off that depressive mood by riding some on my squeaky exercise bike that makes my butt fall asleep, but that didn't help.  You know what will help?  Pictures of me and my dog with our unkempt hair from our lazy day.  She looks so 'pleased' when I make her take pictures.

I just realized that I have been mispronouncing/spelling unkempt all my life. I could have sworn it was unkept. My world is rocked by this.  I think I need a moment to collect myself with this new found information.


Goodnight!