Thought of the Day

Don't ask me to answer my phone if you won't do the same. I'm just sayin'

Double Standards,
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Zimba's Christmas List

He hijacked the computer just to write this list up... I'm serious, he told me to do it or my black Italian leather Coach pumps will "get it".

  1. Dog Bag- I need one for the long car rides Mom likes to take me on, and to sit in when she drops in the coffee shop to grab her daily crack juice.
  2. Giant Bone- Something bigger than me, but I can still chew on with ease. I'm chopping on something as we type right now.
  3. New Doggie Bowls- Something black, sleek, and stylish. Just like me.
  4. Dog sweater- Neutrals please, to match my fur tones :)
  5. New Black Leash- Mommy's Brown Eyes lost my old one, it even had a matching doggie bone poop bag dispenser :-(
  6. Harness- Size small, black, comfortable one.
  7. Dog bed comforter- I need one that will fit in my crate so I can sleep on something soft at night.
  8. Doggie treats- I'm almost out of dog biscuits.
  9. Grooming gift certificate- I need my nails cut ASAP!
  10. Squeaky toys- They are my favorite! I tend to rip them apart after a month or two...

Gone to the Dogs,

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New Layout

In less than 30 days, I'll have a new layout for Pink Manolos. Trust me, it's a must see :)!

Full of Surprises,

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Cold Feet

Zimba and I just got home from the dog park. He had a blast running around with a 2 year old houndog mutt. The weather has finally gotten colder today- brisk 38 degrees. I'm glad I enjoyed the fifty degree weather while it lasted.

I'm done procrastinating (for now). I have to get back to work and try to finish this note draft before Brown Eyes gets back tomorrow from West Virginia.


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Thought of the Day

My sister came home for Thanksgiving. She looks great, she's been exercising and eating right. She's lost about 12 dress sizes. I only wish she would lose the attitude.


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Thought of the Day

Any website listing brand new Manolo Blanhiks under $500.00 is probably a fake....

Just sayin!

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Life Isn't Fair

Have you ever heard that saying from your parents? "Life isn't fair." They usually give this response when we do all the right things, but come up with an unfair result. Like when we practice really hard for a sport but still end up losing the game or studying for a test and still ending up on the lower end of the grading scale.

Well, that's because "Life Isn't Fair."

Last weekend marked one year since my run in with Mr. Passion. All of the good times, bad times, and my eventual breakdown happened around this time last year. The family drama, the broken friendships, and my broken heart all seemed to center around the holiday season. It was around this time last year I had to grapple with my own feelings of how life truly wasn't fair. I had done everything I could to make my relationship work with Mr. Passion, my family, and my friends only to find them shattered into a million pieces. In February, the unfairness factor seemed to rise as I saw Mr. Passion move on into a new relationship with someone else. I can't be angry at her, she had no part in what happened between the two of us. I have times where I wonder why the hell things are working so well for them and our relationship was a total failure. I can never let the feelings of resentment and bitterness overwhelm my inner knowledge of what is right and just.

I guess it all boils down to the fact that life isn't fair.

Things don't always work out in life- friends, boyfriends, classes and even our ongoing relationship with our parents. It's not that we didn't try hard or something is wrong with ourselves per se- it's just how life tends to unravel itself. Bad things happen to good people and bad people can enjoy the goodness we seem to lack in our lives. It is when we start to internalize feelings of inadequacy from our life experiences that the unfairness becomes a roadblock instead of a roadside attraction.

A year later, after all of the tears, life threatening thoughts, and resentment towards third party bystanders, I have found myself in a place where life is a bit fairer. I have a boyfriend who loves me very much and is everything a girl could ask for. He is intelligent, kind, funny, and an absolute sweetheart. I would have never found him if I had kept all of anger I felt towards Mr. Passion and his new life inside of me. I don't think I would have been open for new opportunities had I not let go of the feelings I had towards him.

I have to let go, but I will never forget. We should never forget the pain we experience in life. We should be able to understand it, embrace it, and express it when the time is appropriate. I do have some anger towards him and the gift I lost during our relationship. Rightfully so, any woman in my position would feel the same. I do however, feel sorry for him in the fact that he has no true understanding of the reckless, cold hearted, and borderline evil actions he took last year.

Each day is a new day, and with it I let go a piece of the past to grab a hold of what is thus far a very bright, and fulfilling future. Good things happen to bad people, but bad people have one thing that they will discover in the end. Life isn't fair after all...

Your Fair Lady,

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Thought of the Day

Another busy weekend. Spent a lot of time with Brown Eyes, he and I will be a part for the Thanksgiving Holiday. I had no clue how much he was going to miss me until he asked me to spend the day with him today. We went to dinner and a movie last night. He was aghast at how intensely focused I am when I get into the movie theatre. I can't help it - I'm like a kid when I go to the movie theatre. A ten year old girl was sitting next to me and she was pretty pissed off by my gasps and oohs. I wanted to turn to her and say, well sorry for having an imagination.


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I love them :)

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I'm in my carrel. Working on my oral argument for Appellate Advocacy tonight. I just want to wing this thing, I have no interest in preparing whatsoever. It's just one of those days I guess where you lack motivation and you just want to crawl back into bed and go back to sleep. Late to class, bored in class, and released early from my last class of the day.

Life is going well. My sister sent me her itinerary for her return from CA to OH for Thanksgiving. I can't say that I'm happy to see her. We haven't talked in a year and I want it to stay that way. We don't see eye to eye on anything and she feels the need to constantly criticize me. I'm already under a ton of pressure at school and with the rest of my family, I don't need another voice telling me I can't do it.

Just a week ago, a professor and I sat down to talk about my paper subject only for him to randomly mention that I, Elizabeth Michelle Williamson " will never be a Supreme Court Justice, or even a good attorney, but perhaps you [me] could find a career in public service." I was in such shock that I didn't even object to his assertion that I was somehow too mentally deficient to become a lawyer.

Law school is an echo chamber of negativity. I can sometimes use it as fuel, but there are other days where I just end up running on empty. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, right? But how much of "it" does it take to overcome our strength to leave us weak and shattered?

I hope I don't find out.

Boxed in,

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I'm loving Rihanna's new cd. It's a great listen for any independent, sexy young woman who loves life and lives on the edge. I didn't like her at all when she first arrived on the music scene, but I feel like she has grown tremendously in the past few years.

Dancing Like There's No Tomorrow,

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Thought of the Day

I just want to sleep in til 9, but I guess puppies aren't built for that...

Zimba has to get up by 7AM to go to the bathroom. Poor thing, he has such a small bladder he holds it for as long as he can at night. It just sucks that we humans often stay up so late that getting up at 7AM for a 7lb canine is torture.


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Ear Cropping

Not going to crop of Z's ears. It seems cruel and unnecessary. Zimba isn't a show dog and even if he was, why the hell do they think it's ok to mutilate a dog for the sake of fashion?

Doggone it,

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I went home today to help out my parents with housework. My mom is hanging in there, but still sick. She had a doctor's appointment a week ago because of her shoulder. Turns out she had a calcium deposit and was given steriods for the pain. Osteoporosis. It's like she's collecting problems these days. Hysterectomy last fall, heart failure ongoing, and no Osteoporosis. The only bright side was how upbeat she is about life in general. In five months, she will be celebrating her sixtieth birthday. I plan to do something pretty fabulous for her- Pink Manolos Style

There's no place like home,

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Thought of the Day

It's 65 degrees in November. Global warming or just a coincidence?

Zimba and I are enjoying the warmer weather. We go for runs, spend time outside playing with leaves and puppy fighting until he passes out on the couch. I couldn't have asked for a better companion.

Too much of a good person...

I went to WV with my Brown Eyes to visit his friends still in Morgantown. I had a great time and I met a lot of great people. I couldn't help but reflect on the many great people I had left at home. I never imagined that when I would move back from CA to OH that I would find myself making life long friendships. I never really had close friends growing up; I did towards the end of high school but that's pretty much it. Far as I know, my only best friend was this Irish girl named Deirdre who was in my fifth grade class.

"You can have too much of a good thing"- I think that's the old saying. Well, you can also be too much of a good person. I have found through trial and error my proclivity to smother others with love and kindness had made many of the friendships I have made the past year absolutely disastrous. Instead of getting mad, I get nice. I don't push back, I pull in. So you can imagine when I allow people to say and do things to me that I am not comfortable with for so long that I tend to blow up at a randomly. Implode.

It was after the last explosion I had that I realized that something had to change. I have to tell my friends when my feelings are hurt or when I feel like they are being disrespectful towards me. I can't shrug it off and hope they will apologize in the future. I can't expect everyone to be nice to me. I can't even expect everyone to know when they are being unkind.

So as I type right now, I realize that this may be the biggest flaw I have. I'm just too damn nice. Yes, you probably think that I am tooting my own horn, but really take a moment to understand why this can be a bad thing. By not allowing people to see when I am angry, sad, disappointed, or just plain pissed off- I allow them to become comfortable in a pattern of negative behavior towards me. I allow them to think their actions are ok because they have always been ok. I think that's the worse thing you can do to someone, lull them to think that their behavior is permissible only to reject it later in an explosive argument.

My commitment for 2010? To create healthy boundaries in all of my relationships. No more intelligence jokes- they hurt my feelings, I should feel comfortable being who I am with all of my friends and know that they accept me with all of my limitations attached. I may not care to defend my religious beliefs to you b/c frankly I see it as a waste of time and energy. I like to study 10 hours a day, it may seem irrational but it's very soothing to me. I do like to take care of you, 24/7 if I could. I'd pick up the phone at 3AM and listen to you and commiserate with you. There will be nights where I just want to sit at home and pet the dog. Don't hate me for it.

No more Miss "way too" Nice Gal,

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Traveling Country Roads

I'm in WV with Brown Eyes. I'm meeting his friends and seeing the streets he used to run down naked as a young WV freshman. I guess things are progressing nicely. The big test isn't meeting the parents- it's meeting his closet friends and getting along with them. I think I'm doing okay.

I need a nap. Last night we broke furniture, played beer pong, and helped young underclasswomen get laid. Didn't go home til the lights went out.

Wild and Wonderful,

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Haha. He has the funniest look on his face in this picture. He's got to be the most photogenic dog that ever lived.

A year ago, before I began law school, I wanted to buy a dog. My parents and my sister went off on me, telling me how it was such a bad idea. "You won't have time for him, you have to take care of him. Blah blah blah." I must admit, they were right about how hard it would be to take care of a dog. Zimba has had so many doctor's appointments, check ups, surgery (castration) and babysitting needs that I had to take care of all on my own. Let's not even mention how much it costs to feed and house him.

Our typical day together consists of me getting up early to let him go potty outside, eat breakfast, and if we're lucky, go for a jog. I put him in his crate and I feel guilty leaving him for the four-six hours I have to be at school for classes. I come home and we spend most of the evening studying and perhaps even watching tv.

He's got a great personality. Always looking to start a 'puppy fight' (this is when he and I will wrestle each other to the ground and bark incessantly until one of us cries uncle). He goes nuts if you even mention the word "walk". When I'm crying or feeling down, he comes by and licks my tears away and cuddles right up to my chest and falls asleep.

My only fear is the day we have to inevitably part ways. He's a dog, and like all animals, has a short life expectancy of 10 maybe 15 years tops. I think that was my biggest fear getting another dog- going through the process of losing him to old age.

All good things in life must come to an end. The key is to enjoy them while we can.

Puppy Love,

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Thought of the Day

Going out to Sushi with Brown Eyes. I don't know who farts more, him or the dog.

Passed Out from Gas,

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Obsession of the Day

Zimba wore this little outfit for Halloween. He was a good sport!

Shopping in less than an hour!
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