Terrorist

This little guy has dropped more bombs than Osama himself. He's my new puppy and his name is Zimba. If you want a dog, I suggest getting an older guy who's already been housebroken. Housebreaking a puppy is beginning to housebreak me..

Level

It's been awhile.

I haven't had much time to blog. In between work, school, friends, and family, I tend to have just enough time to sleep and eat each day. I've started attending a three day a week boot camp at 5:30 AM. I have some difficulty getting up super early, but I'm committed to living a healthier life style and taking care of myself. I have focused too long on the needs of others for the detriment of my own.  My own happiness. I guess that's what the founding fathers hoped each of us would pursue with all of the freedoms guaranteed to us by our Constitution.

Work is my new love right now. I enjoy the intellectual vigors of thinking out a legal problem. The late nights, early mornings, and stressful evenings yield themselves to a sense of accomplishment I have always wanted to achieve in my life. I have spent so much of my time working odd jobs- a receptionist, food service employee, secretary and even a job as a campaign manager. I can't describe to you the feeling I have when I walk into my office each morning knowing someone is depending upon my opinion.

Not to mention the pay check is pretty nice. A hard day at work = a hard day at the mall. I've probably spent most of my check on living expenses, but I have plenty left over to do some major damage. Last weekend, I bought a pair of fabulous patent leather yellow peep toe wedges, coach stacked heels, and a pair of black and white BCBG strappy platform heels. 

Love is still a work in progress. I still dream of having someone special to share my life with, but I realize I need to change my approach. I attended a relationship seminar where we discussed five levels needed for a stable relationship. 

1. Know
2. Trust
3. Rely
4. Commit
5. Touch

I must admit I had tears in my eyes when we discussed relationships. I think the reason why I feel so attached to Mr. Safety is because he systematically achieved every single level without skipping a beat. He got to know me inside and out before we established a circle of trust. Once we knew we could trust each other we began to rely on each other and create a lasting commitment to our joint happiness. The beauty of achieving the first four levels is finally being able to enjoy the last one, touch. 

I think American culture focuses too much on the last level. Music videos, television shows, movies, and even our school ciriculum focus on touch. It's as if the feminist revolution that freed women from the slavery of endless childbirth also released men from the need to get to know a woman. Who needs trust when you can have a one night stand? You can't expect a man you sleep with one day to rely on you the next. Nor should any woman believe that to touch a man is the same as getting to know him.

Maybe that's where so many relationships went wrong. We were always in a rush to have it all- commitment, trust, and reliance- but we never stopped to take the time to enjoy the stages of each relationship develop and evolve into something real. I can't tell you how much it aches inside to find that something real. 

MIA

It's been a while.

Work has consumed most of the time I have for blogging. :(

Ten Things

Why I Love My Job

1. I get my own office with a name plate
2. I have a secretary who is probably smarter than me
3. Free expensive lunches ever week
4. Interesting assignments
5. I no longer have to do the dishes or answer the phone
6. People care about my opinion... scary but true
7. I get to wear a suit when I want and something business casual when I don't want to 
8. I get paid hella money 
9. I have a chance to move up on the corporate ladder
10. It's my dream come true

I'm sorry I haven't stopped by in a while. Work is pretty taxing, I work around 50 to 60 hours a week. I wouldn't change it for the world but I know it has changed my life. I spend more time working and sleeping than going out with my friends. I guess the only thing I really miss right now is having someone to share the success with.

Working Hard for Da Money,

P. Manolos

Did I mention I bought six pairs of shoes for work? 

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