Saturday, October 29, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Lets do this!
Ok so I was thinking that maybe I should get this "I'm starting my new job" blog post over with...
On Monday I start my service commitment for 10 months with City Year Milwaukee which ended up being a better fit for now instead of the Peace Corps. Along with a spanking brand new snazzy uniform I get to meet around 60-70 new people and that ladies and gentlemen is FREAKING me out... But I'm also nervous about these new places I'm about to go to, not literally since I'm staying in Milwaukee, but I will most definitely be leaving my comfort zone and my social butterfly switch will most likely be on the "on" setting all the time (how exhausting) regardless, its a different world that I'm not used to and maybe it will take some getting used to. One thing I know for sure I'm going to try my best to enjoy it!
Ok now that the above message has been shared let us get to the nitty gritty : )
So I decided to go to Wisconsin's greatest festival for Heart Attacks Waiting to Happen... or in other words Wisconsin State Fair and because the day was gloomy and I was going against my will (only a little) I dressed while putting little effort... translation would be literally my comfy mom jeans (can you still call them that if you are not a mom?), a blah grey T-Shirt, because it was chilly a yellow scarf, and my sensible black flats. No makeup, nothing special to the hair and I didn't even bother with contacts. I was attempting to send a message, IT DIDN'T COME THROUGH! So here I am being called over by a guy that seems to be selling something so like the shopaholic I am I approach him... Little did I know it was to get my number and to be my friend.... 8 - /...
Although I have to give him points for properly introducing himself, he quickly lost them when he went for the number after the introduction... Really? Sorry I don't give my number like that. Second fail? Asking if we could be friends when your intentions were far from friendship. Third fail? Assuming the reason I did not give you my number was because you were African-American.
This my friends made it very very very easy to walk away from him.
Although I did get flustered because my friends ditched me in my moment of need, I knew that that was not what I expect an approach to be like.
Perfect approach?
It has to be confident but not overly so, sweet but not melodramatic, there must be an interest expressed and there has to be a wow factor... In short, I'll know when I see it.
Maybe he could have complemented the color of my scarf, asked my name before my number...
Oh boys please go back in time and learn from the real men.
Seriously wishing I was stuck in a movie with Gregory Peck, Cary Grant or Gene Kelly... I'm not picky you choose.
Until next time, when my vintage dreams clash with my modern reality
On Monday I start my service commitment for 10 months with City Year Milwaukee which ended up being a better fit for now instead of the Peace Corps. Along with a spanking brand new snazzy uniform I get to meet around 60-70 new people and that ladies and gentlemen is FREAKING me out... But I'm also nervous about these new places I'm about to go to, not literally since I'm staying in Milwaukee, but I will most definitely be leaving my comfort zone and my social butterfly switch will most likely be on the "on" setting all the time (how exhausting) regardless, its a different world that I'm not used to and maybe it will take some getting used to. One thing I know for sure I'm going to try my best to enjoy it!
Ok now that the above message has been shared let us get to the nitty gritty : )
So I decided to go to Wisconsin's greatest festival for Heart Attacks Waiting to Happen... or in other words Wisconsin State Fair and because the day was gloomy and I was going against my will (only a little) I dressed while putting little effort... translation would be literally my comfy mom jeans (can you still call them that if you are not a mom?), a blah grey T-Shirt, because it was chilly a yellow scarf, and my sensible black flats. No makeup, nothing special to the hair and I didn't even bother with contacts. I was attempting to send a message, IT DIDN'T COME THROUGH! So here I am being called over by a guy that seems to be selling something so like the shopaholic I am I approach him... Little did I know it was to get my number and to be my friend.... 8 - /...
Although I have to give him points for properly introducing himself, he quickly lost them when he went for the number after the introduction... Really? Sorry I don't give my number like that. Second fail? Asking if we could be friends when your intentions were far from friendship. Third fail? Assuming the reason I did not give you my number was because you were African-American.
This my friends made it very very very easy to walk away from him.
Although I did get flustered because my friends ditched me in my moment of need, I knew that that was not what I expect an approach to be like.
Perfect approach?
It has to be confident but not overly so, sweet but not melodramatic, there must be an interest expressed and there has to be a wow factor... In short, I'll know when I see it.
Maybe he could have complemented the color of my scarf, asked my name before my number...
Oh boys please go back in time and learn from the real men.
Seriously wishing I was stuck in a movie with Gregory Peck, Cary Grant or Gene Kelly... I'm not picky you choose.
Until next time, when my vintage dreams clash with my modern reality
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
I'm back!
Hello to all <--- I always like using the plural : )
Anyway I am officially done with classes for my undergrad and now all I have to do is wait 'till October when I will be throwing an awesome costume party as soon as those diplomas (yes two diplomas) arrive.
Which means I am back and will be posting one of those substantial blogs about what goes on in this crazy head of mine and also about my new job with City Year Milwaukee... Peace Corps kinda ignored me.
Anyway... Read me later
Anyway I am officially done with classes for my undergrad and now all I have to do is wait 'till October when I will be throwing an awesome costume party as soon as those diplomas (yes two diplomas) arrive.
Which means I am back and will be posting one of those substantial blogs about what goes on in this crazy head of mine and also about my new job with City Year Milwaukee... Peace Corps kinda ignored me.
Anyway... Read me later
Monday, April 4, 2011
True love waits???
New post... Yay!
So I came across a fellow blogger and her post for this week was very interesting. This is her blog if you want to check it out http://enjoyingthewritingcraft.blogspot.com/...
Her blog was about Purity. Now this is an idea that is very vintage indeed, the wonderful thing is that it is also very modern and why not? Very romantic.
Maintaining your purity for true love. I actually believe in this. True love waits, beyond what people think, or what is considered normal in society nowadays waiting for that one person that will love you beyond the one night and the pleasure of it, that will be with you when you wake up with bed hair and a smile.
In modern times one night stands are equal to Independence and being a smart young woman. But being pure and abstaining yourself from temporary belief is harder than you may believe. Constantly seeing your girlfriends with numerous guys, Valentine's Day and even romantic movies... Gosh do they kill me.
At the same time I know there is hope. I'm gonna fight it everyday, I'm not going to settle, I will not be ok with just some things, it's all or nothing.
Ok venting is over... Now let's get to it!
The idea of purity is like I said, vintage. Virginity was prized and expected. Visit to the parents and chaperones all were used to assure that you would maintain that virginity (Welcome to the double standards - were boys guarded the same way? I don't think so!). Anyway, knowing that you would give your unique present to your husband was a big fat WOW!...
Fast-forward to the present... I'm not going to sit here sipping on my iced white chocolate mocha and write about how it would be harder to find a virgin now than to find the necklace the old lady threw to the ocean in Titanic. Being a virgin is the exception not the rule now. Loosing "it", has become a myth and usually happens on important dates like prom, graduation, 18th birthdays, Summer vacations and who know what else!
What happened? When did being a virgin equal being a loser? No more wooing. No more meeting the parents before. No more waiting.
When did waiting for a special person become a struggle that you have to fight for, and that everyone encourages?
Does true love wait or does we just hop on the first thing that resembles it?
See you later until my vintage thoughts clash with my modern mind (or until I get a break from my last semester in my bachelor's degree)
So I came across a fellow blogger and her post for this week was very interesting. This is her blog if you want to check it out http://enjoyingthewritingcraft.blogspot.com/...
Her blog was about Purity. Now this is an idea that is very vintage indeed, the wonderful thing is that it is also very modern and why not? Very romantic.
Maintaining your purity for true love. I actually believe in this. True love waits, beyond what people think, or what is considered normal in society nowadays waiting for that one person that will love you beyond the one night and the pleasure of it, that will be with you when you wake up with bed hair and a smile.
In modern times one night stands are equal to Independence and being a smart young woman. But being pure and abstaining yourself from temporary belief is harder than you may believe. Constantly seeing your girlfriends with numerous guys, Valentine's Day and even romantic movies... Gosh do they kill me.
At the same time I know there is hope. I'm gonna fight it everyday, I'm not going to settle, I will not be ok with just some things, it's all or nothing.
Ok venting is over... Now let's get to it!
The idea of purity is like I said, vintage. Virginity was prized and expected. Visit to the parents and chaperones all were used to assure that you would maintain that virginity (Welcome to the double standards - were boys guarded the same way? I don't think so!). Anyway, knowing that you would give your unique present to your husband was a big fat WOW!...
Fast-forward to the present... I'm not going to sit here sipping on my iced white chocolate mocha and write about how it would be harder to find a virgin now than to find the necklace the old lady threw to the ocean in Titanic. Being a virgin is the exception not the rule now. Loosing "it", has become a myth and usually happens on important dates like prom, graduation, 18th birthdays, Summer vacations and who know what else!
What happened? When did being a virgin equal being a loser? No more wooing. No more meeting the parents before. No more waiting.
When did waiting for a special person become a struggle that you have to fight for, and that everyone encourages?
Does true love wait or does we just hop on the first thing that resembles it?
See you later until my vintage thoughts clash with my modern mind (or until I get a break from my last semester in my bachelor's degree)
Saturday, February 19, 2011
But why is she doing it?
The title of this blog post was the question my aunt asked my mother today during dinner. What was the response my mother gave her? Because its Paola.
Let me just pause and say that I loved that answer. Few people do things for a specific reason, I'm one of those people. Sometimes there is no reason for why I do things other than I am ME.
Blog continues...
The question came up because I was speaking to my grandmother on the phone telling her that my recruiter had told me West Africa was a really big contender for a place to be nominated to for the Peace Corps. My aunt just did not understand why I didn't have a really big problem with being sent to Africa.
To be honest I have mixed emotions, Africa was not really in my train of thoughts... I had assumed that because of my Spanish background I would end up going to a Spanish speaking country, so I focused on reading blogs and looking at videos from volunteers in Central and South America... What a wake up call my interview was. I find myself scared and excited at the same time, I get to practice my french! I get to experience a culture very different from my own! I get to experience life to the fullest! I'm so freaking terrified!
At any rate nominations don't happen 'till the beginning of March, so let's see what happens...
Africa is growing on me.
OAN:
I went to a goodwill today and guess what I could not buy????
A brand-spanking new Christian Dior short sleeve cardigan for $20, why couldn't I? Well because it did not fit! So very disappointed (I have no idea at what or who!)
Until next time when I freak out and it has nothing to do with vintage thoughts of a modern mind...
Let me just pause and say that I loved that answer. Few people do things for a specific reason, I'm one of those people. Sometimes there is no reason for why I do things other than I am ME.
Blog continues...
The question came up because I was speaking to my grandmother on the phone telling her that my recruiter had told me West Africa was a really big contender for a place to be nominated to for the Peace Corps. My aunt just did not understand why I didn't have a really big problem with being sent to Africa.
To be honest I have mixed emotions, Africa was not really in my train of thoughts... I had assumed that because of my Spanish background I would end up going to a Spanish speaking country, so I focused on reading blogs and looking at videos from volunteers in Central and South America... What a wake up call my interview was. I find myself scared and excited at the same time, I get to practice my french! I get to experience a culture very different from my own! I get to experience life to the fullest! I'm so freaking terrified!
At any rate nominations don't happen 'till the beginning of March, so let's see what happens...
Africa is growing on me.
OAN:
I went to a goodwill today and guess what I could not buy????
A brand-spanking new Christian Dior short sleeve cardigan for $20, why couldn't I? Well because it did not fit! So very disappointed (I have no idea at what or who!)
Until next time when I freak out and it has nothing to do with vintage thoughts of a modern mind...
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Out of the loop
Hello all my readers (wishful thinking in using the plural).
So once again my blog/vent is courtesy of a book... This time set in the roaring 20's, how fun. To make a long (450 pages) story short this one was obviously a romance and the genre is edgy inspirational romance <-, my new favorite! The heroine is a bossy, ambitious petite (much like me) who hates loving her childhood nemesis, a very handsome reformed street rat.
The book is called "A Hope Undaunted" by Julie Lessman. I highly recommend this book, I screamed, almost shed a tear, and question Ms. Lessman throughout the many chapters. So it is sufficient to say I LOVED it!
But getting back to the point of this blog...
Bossy women and men who are pushovers... Is that really a good match?
Since its my blog I'm going to give my humble opinion, also, because my honest and blunt friends say I'm bossy, well I feel like I can comment...
I believe that in some cases it may work but in my case, do I want a husband that always does what I say? NO... My type of man is the one that will tell me his favorite dress was the dark green one and I will go out of my way to wear a bright red one, knowing that in the end one of us will win and I'm not going down without a fight.
Ladies think about it, I rather be spoiled at certain times then be given everything all the time, it gets boring after a while... I want the whole package or nothing.
Strength of character, confidence, good looks, intelligence, ambition and a profound love of God.
In this type of thinking I'm merging my vintage thoughts with my modern mind, there is no compromise... It's all or nothing!
So once again my blog/vent is courtesy of a book... This time set in the roaring 20's, how fun. To make a long (450 pages) story short this one was obviously a romance and the genre is edgy inspirational romance <-, my new favorite! The heroine is a bossy, ambitious petite (much like me) who hates loving her childhood nemesis, a very handsome reformed street rat.
The book is called "A Hope Undaunted" by Julie Lessman. I highly recommend this book, I screamed, almost shed a tear, and question Ms. Lessman throughout the many chapters. So it is sufficient to say I LOVED it!
But getting back to the point of this blog...
Bossy women and men who are pushovers... Is that really a good match?
Since its my blog I'm going to give my humble opinion, also, because my honest and blunt friends say I'm bossy, well I feel like I can comment...
I believe that in some cases it may work but in my case, do I want a husband that always does what I say? NO... My type of man is the one that will tell me his favorite dress was the dark green one and I will go out of my way to wear a bright red one, knowing that in the end one of us will win and I'm not going down without a fight.
Ladies think about it, I rather be spoiled at certain times then be given everything all the time, it gets boring after a while... I want the whole package or nothing.
Strength of character, confidence, good looks, intelligence, ambition and a profound love of God.
In this type of thinking I'm merging my vintage thoughts with my modern mind, there is no compromise... It's all or nothing!
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