Ten Things

Bad Habits

1. Dirty dishes- I'll leave them in the sink for at least a day before I get to them. Mr. Passion hated it when his roommate did that. I just get too busy to do the laundry.
2. Forgetting Something?- I hardly remember what I did last week let alone yesterday. I'm not huge on the memory department. Strangely I retain all academic information, but regular life events escape me. 
3. Omgsh Shoes- I'll buy a ton of shoes and not think about it the next day. It's getting to be a very expensive habit. Almost like crack, but not illegal and the only health issues you have to worry about our warts and callouses.
4. Sensitive skin- Not in the traditional sense, but I can be quite sensitive to the emotions of other people. 
5. Anger issues- I can't really get angry about anything. Even when I'm upset I'll start laughing really hard before I cry about something. Just something I picked up from my parents.
6. Too Trusting
7. Too giving
8. Impatient

Can't really think of ten things... I'm a bit tuckered out tonight, I had a long day of classes and an intense work out. 

Feeling fine in '09,

P. Manolos

Lead Us Not Into Temptation....

Mr. Impossible.

My token guy friend and I discussed why Mr. Impossible is so, well... impossible. He told me that Mr. Impossible had perfected the technique of known as 'womanizing'. He knows exactly what strings to pull and when to let them go. I've been going crazy of him for a couple of months now, his vagueness, inability to commit and the pressure for me to do all of the "hey let's go out" plans. 

About over a month ago, I let go of Mr. Impossible. It was after I literally sent ten messages bitching about his lack of interest and his avoidance of spending any time with me. He would act interested and then disappear, giving me ridiculous excuse after excuse about how busy he was, how he was visiting family, etc. He even made up a great story about how his mother was in town on the same day and time we had plans to go out... two hours before my date. Not only was I dumped that evening, I had spent hours washing my hair when I could have just grabbed a carton of Dublin Mudslide ice cream and watched reruns of Sex and the City.

The Bible teaches us to stay away from temptation at all costs. The things we supposedly cannot live without- money, fame and men, are in fact traps the devil has created to snare us into an eternity filled with fire and brimstone. If you restrain from chasing after temptation, then you will reap the ultimate reward of cashing in on a small condo in heaven. Fail to resist temptation, and you'll end up in real estate hell.

With a push of the button, I gave into temptation today. After months of resistance, reminding myself that the guy is a total douche bag, and even indulging in a bit of black feminist rage, I wasted it all on one single word sent via IM:

Cleveland?

Sigh, how many Hail Marys do I need to absolve myself today?

P. Manolos 

Moment of the Day

I was late to class today. I've been late 3 times in a row to this class for a variety of reasons. As the professor handed back my homework, he whispered sternly "2 o'clock'.

Random Acts of Rudeness

I have to wonder why anyone would take the time to point out the obvious. That I was late to class, ten minutes late. In the way he did it too was pretty petty. To think, this person spent a few years on the outside and realized he or she was a terrible attorney and wanted out by taking a job teaching students how to "click here" on a website.

That was my rant for the day. Now, I actually feel sorry for the person. His life isn't a walk in the park. He or she would probably would much rather take a walk outside or go on vacation than sit around discussing which button to click. Hell, he or she might be a bit upset about what a crappy weekend they had and me being late to their insignificant little summer course may have been the icing on the cake. He just had to let it out somehow and why not stick it to the kid who shows up a few minutes late each day.

Tag, you're it.

P. Manolos

Couch Potato

I have class today. 

I honestly just want to sit on the couch and do absolutely nothing today. Not a chance.

P. Manolos

Picture of the Day

White Chocolate Buttercream surrounds tender white chocolate cake with a rich raspberry filing. Mmmmmmmmmmmm.  Made from scratch of course!

A Measure of Success

I love to bake. When I'm feeling down or up, I like to fire up the oven and start baking something fabulous. Cakes are used throughout history for celebratory purposes. Birthdays, weddings, holidays and even funerals aren't even official unless there is some form of cake involved. Every success in life has a confectionary dessert waiting in the wings. The measure of success in baking is the quality of the ingredients and how well you plan out the recipe. 

Life and success. At the age of 24, I still don't understand what the two words mean. A girlfriend once told me that she had mentioned my status in law school to another friend and they both expressed feelings of pride that I was following my dream. "Oh she was so happy to hear that you were following your dream." I guess that means I'm successful, right?

I wish I knew the answer to that last question. You see, both of my friends are married. Hell, most of my friends are married. I can remember how as a little girl I played so many wedding scenarios with Barbie and Ken as actors portraying my future dream of having a husband and a family. Barbie was the perfect age when she magically received a ring from Ken and they lived happily ever after. She had it all, her own career, a pink convertible, and even a matching tea set that turned pink when you put hot tea into it.  

There was never a hiccup in my Barbie-Ken reenactments of future events. Barbie met Ken, Ken met Barbie, Ken fell in love with Barbie, and they both lived happily ever after. No muss, no fuss. 

It is only now, after my girlfriends celebrated my academic victory that I question, what is the true measure of success? Is success based upon victory over some goals or the diminished value of the failure to obtain one of them? If we achieve all of our other dreams, financial success, a great career, and a strong academic track record, are we still a failure if we find no one to share it with?

I can't help but wonder why I am so focused on one area of life that hasn't yet come into fruition. Why are we as women so focused upon our relationships that we fail to celebrate the accomplishments we have made in our lives? I have made so much progress in my career and yet there is this nagging stabbing feeling in the back of my mind that all of this success is just a smoke screen to a true failure I have tried to cover up in my life. Do I celebrate my career to feel better about my lack of "in a relationship status"? 

 I have yet to walk by the hallmark card aisle to see a "Congratulations! You're not married!" card section.  Girlfriends give you the "oh don't worry he's out there" speech and guy friends tell you that it isn't something for you to worry about. It's damned praise I suppose in both cases. Someone telling you that you should just wait your turn and he'll come around and someone else telling you that you aren't too ugly to count yourself out the ring race yet. 

 If marriage is considered a successful milestone in our lives to celebrate and cherish, then singledom must be the reverse. What goes up, must come down. 

Single people don't get cake. Well, unless you're me, then you whip one up for yourself and take a slice while watching Sex and the City reruns.

Let them eat cake,

P. Manolos

Moment of the Day

I woke up at 4:45AM. Why? No reason whatsoever, I'm just up at 4:45AM. Wide awake.