Am I Too Young To Be So Bitter?

My sentiments exactly!

Am I Thirty Yet

A few weeks ago I went to my friend’s graduation. I’m one of those people who tends to cry at everything. I can’t even watch 95% of the commercials they air these days without a box of tissues on hand. So I warned my friend that I’m probably going to tear up at some point during the ceremony. Graduations can be an emotional thing and I just knew one of those speeches was going to get to me.

I couldn’t have been more wrong. Sadness was the last thing on my mind. If I was going to tear up, it would have been from laughing so hard. I laughed at most of the speeches. It was either I laugh or scream with rage. Anger. That’s the emotion I felt the most during the graduation ceremony.

I graduated from college over four years ago. I owe a ton of money from student loans…

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I’ve always wanted to…

Daily Prompt.

Is there something you’ve always wanted to do, but never got around to starting (an activity, a hobby, or anything else, really)? Tell us about it — and tell us about what’s keeping you from doing it.

Surprisingly, there are a couple of things that that I’ve always wanted to do. I wouldn’t say these things aren’t realistic but not sure I’d want to make a living out of them. Hobbies, sure!

Hairstylist.

Throughout my high school years all my friends and cousins would always ask me to style their hair. They even let me venture off into cutting their hair with kitchen scissors! (teenagers: smh) I must say for not attending cosmetology classes and not charging a penny, it came out pretty bad ass. I never messed with bleach, that stuff is hard to come back from.

I still like blowing out my friend’s hair here and there and creating those loose curls with the flat iron that are very tedious. What’s stopping me? Well, I guess myself. I don’t think I would want to make a career out of it. But if I can do it for fun on a professional level, I would.

Personal Assistant.

Okay, I know. No one wants to be somebody’s bitch. Hear me out though. I’d want to be the personal assistant of someone “important”. Someone with a public image, a celebrity, maybe even a CEO of a cool not-so-structured company… one with a good cause or innovative concept. Definitely not the PA of a politician!

Something about being someone’s right hand woman, getting things done, multi-tasking, and time managing really appeals to me.  If I can get things done in a day’s work for someone who is counting one me… well thats pretty darn cool. The perks of traveling with the person, the free hotel points, flyer miles, meeting interesting new people isn’t so bad either.

The short life of socks

Where do all the socks go? Folding the laundry isn’t my favorite thing to do. But matching sock pairs has to be even less favorable. I always end up with unmatched pairs. This is FRUSTRATING. Either there is a sock thief or the washer eats my socks. Either way, why can’t the thief or the washer take the complete pair. I guess the fact that I have a container filled with unmatched socks says something. I have hope that their other half will one day come back.

 

P.S. I have found a match several laundry loads later. Stay hopeful my friends.

 

For now, I’ll be here, on the shelf.

-Pris

When I grow up…

When I was a little girl…

or perhaps a pre-teen, all the adults around me would often state, “You are most definitely going to be a lawyer” & “You are so argumentative” blah blah blah! What do they know? Obviously nothing!

Ironically enough, all my closest friends career of choice is LAW. Needless to say, I do not assume that is a coincidence.  Anyhow, enough about them and back to me.

I wish parents or relatives would not do this. Planting the seed in little ones creates this pressure at such a young age to  be “someone”. Daring your child to dream big, reach for the stars, be the best (insert profession here) you can be, is okay. Guidance is okay. I know I briefly discussed in my post on Small Talk, how our society defines us by what we “do” for a living. It’s the best opener for any conversation, but is it really??

The path to our defining career is usually one that has many obstacles, mistakes that set us back, involves years of education that cost but loads of money. For some it is easier because they are at the right place at the right time and cease an opportunity. For others, we have to make those opportunities ourselves. It is that much harder in today’s society where everyone is getting educated and the unemployment rate is high.

Well I’d like to say I did it right. At least I think I did. I did well in high school. I made sure to be involved in extra curricular activities to showcase my ability to handle academics, honor societies, and philanthropic activities. Went to college. Pledged a sorority where I would make lasting friendships and gain confidence and the strength necessary to lead this group of woman as their President. Worked for several years with children with autism and related disorders. Embarked on a once in a lifetime opportunity to work in South Africa for a few months. Went to graduate school where  I obtained my Master’s Degree and lifetime membership in a Psychology Honor Society. Now…

I often wonder how I am where I am… with a Master’s Degree and unemployed for over 6 months and student loans about to kick in. I mean, I baby-sit rich people’s kids for cash, thankfully, not the snobby kind. To be somewhere else other than here would mean that my path would have had to be different, and that is not what I want. I want what everyone wants, a career. Yes, I have been looking. Looking hard. Lately, to be frank, I’ve been on a hiatus. I needed a break from unsuccessful interviews and applications getting lost in cyberspace or in a stack of thousands of resumes. I’ll be back at it real soon.

Luckily, I have shelter and health and food and love. I remind myself that is all we really need in life after all.

Source: ThinkSeeDoDifferently.blogspot.com

Daily Prompt

For now, I’ll be here, on the shelf.

-Pris

Mr. Doughnut & Ms. Croissant are parents!

Happy belated first birthday, baby Cronut!

Pastry Chef, Dominique Ansel is a GENIUS! If you’re not drooling yet, you have a serious problem. Perhaps a bigger problem if you aren’t visiting or residing in NYC anytime soon. The only legit Cronut is sold here and only here. So there, now my NY friends have something for me to be jealous about. After an intense internet searching session, I have found a copy cat recipe that appears to be fail proof with cartoon and real life images. I may need Pepe’s help for this one (he is good with working the dough). Feel free to try it out!

The Creator: Dominique Ansel

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Click the image below for recipe details.

Let me know if you have had one before! Does it measure up to the craze? Worth the $5? Worth the hours in the line? TELL ME!!

For now, I’ll be here, on the shelf.

-Pris

 

 

 

 

 

“I am a Woman P…

“I am a Woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal Woman,
that’s me.”

Phenomenal Woman, poem (1978)

-Maya Angelou

Pesto!

Broccoli pesto

Ingredients:

Broccoli (fresh or frozen)

Basil (fresh or dry)

Olive Oil

Shaved and sliced almonds

Garlic (peeled and chopped)

Sour Cream or Ricotta Cheese (Low Fat or Regular)

Sea Salt

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Step 1: Boil broccoli in water until it is cooked. (about 1 cup should make enough pesto for 2 servings)

Step 2: Add broccoli to food processor or blender. (I have the Ninja Blending System and used the food processor) Add 1 tablespoon of minced garlic, 1/8 teaspoon of salt, 2 tablespoons of olive oil, 2 tablespoons of sour cream (or sub ricotta cheese), 1 tablespoon of sliced almonds, and 3/4 teaspoon of basil. I used crushed dry basil leaves.

Step 3: Blend. I switched between blend and crush setting on my Ninja.

Step 4: Taste.  Keep adding basil, garlic, and olive oil, and sour cream/ricotta cheese until you get the taste and consistency you want. Do this little by little, don’t want you to spoil this amazing homemade pesto.  

Small talk sucks

I wish I can carry the game “21 questions” around. Really. Not sure if it actually exists. Index cards will do. Cards filled  with riveting, open-ended questions, perhaps even bloggable. The game would elicit naturally interesting and more meaningful conversation than your average, monotonous, mundane, dreary, small talk.

                            

Daily Routine

I start every morning with my cup of coffee. My morning begins once I turn on the coffee machine. The coffee aroma fills the apartment and I slowly commence to awake. With just the right amount of cream and sugar, I take my first sip, and my ME moment begins. I do not like taking coffee on-the-go. I like to sit and enjoy my coffee sip by sip.

What is your daily routine?

DIY

Yesterday was my friend’s graduation party and she had this brilliant (but difficult) idea to make a Photo Booth area with a back drop and props, etc. The space she rented for the party did not allow any tape or nails or anything to be put on the walls. This was a challenge. I said, “fuck it, we will find a way to tape this thing”. I went to home depot and was browsing at all the different types of tape they sell.

A nice employee named Carlos asked me if I needed assistance. I told him the idea my friend had and told him this needed to be something quick and cheap because I have to go set up for the event in less than 2 hours. Carlos was very eager to fix my problem. Immediately, Carlos radioed two more Home Depot employees and next thing I know I have three gentlemen helping me brain storm. We then headed to the PVC pipes aisle and one of them measured different size pipes the other cut them and Carlos supervised and explained to me how this would work. This whole process took about 30 minutes. They even labeled each pipe, elbow, and T, so that I can easily assemble the stand. Customer Service is not extinct!

P.S. They explicitly asked me to post this on FB and Twitter and give them a shout out. I told them, “I have neither, but I do have a blog” lol

 

For now, I’ll be here, on the shelf.

–Pris