Quarterly update!!!

OK, so giving the fact I come to write here once every blue moon, I've decided to name this post accordingly, as this this page has become just for my quarterly updates. Getting on with the task at hand, I will start with the most interesting news on to the least...or whichever comes to mind as I type, tomatoes - tom-A-toes. So I am an official proud owner of a BMW, a 2000 323ci BMW that is. She is a cool, sexy, classy, elegant, blue with light grey soft leather interior, whom Ive had the pleasure of naming...My Bitch! Now, before teeth start getting sucked, and heads shaken, I must explain the reasoning behind this rude, distasteful name. Ever since the first automobile Ive had the honor of calling my own, i struggled with names. My white putt putt, 88' Ford Tempo, was simply called, Putt Putt. The next hot mess on wheels I had, 94 Toyota corolla, was given the name "Icebox" cuz of its cool blueish green (gayish) color. Then, on to my pimp-mobile. The car that helped me enter my man-hood, she broke all the barriers and gave me plenty of ups, and plenty more downs, My Bitch, a 2002 Hyundai Sante Fe...She was given the name because at the end of the day My Bitch took care or me, and I in turn took care of my Bitch...I had to clean my Bitch, feed my Bitch, and most of all make her happy, because the happier she was, then I was just as happy. After having her for a few years, this concept grew on me. Now that I own my dream car, I feel obligated to pay homage to my Bitch and dub her replacement with the same name, just with a slight upgrade...My Blueatiful Bitch, it just sounds perfect.
Next on my fingertips is my experience at the serving job from hell, Cuban Pepe's (Not actual name.) I left my very comfortable,very stable, and no money making job at Red Crab (again, not real name) for this overly stressful, over working, disrespectful job that seems to have been modeled after a southern plantation. Granted, the money was AMAZING, I mean, make you wanna slap yo mama with a fat roll of twenties good, but the hours and toll the job would take on your body was ridiculous. The owner treated everyone there a was his own personal pawns in his real life chess game, willing to sacrifice anyone without thinking twice. The worst thing in life i feel is to go to a job that you have to walk on egg shells just to get through the day. Long story short, i owe that place a lot for allowing me to save up enough to get my dream car, but again spite it for leaving me without a job on a whim of the boss feeling in a bad mood. Oh well, as my good friend (one day) Jay-z would say, On to the next one!
Lastly...or whatever is left in me to type over this fatigue i am currently facing is life as a whole. I miss a lot. Want a lot. And in some cases NEED a lot. I miss my friends, miss my old self before i was chipped apart by a life draining 60 hour a week job, miss my pops being as strong as he once was, and miss the positive outlook i once had on life and everything it gave me. I want to be happy, I want to be in my career settled, I want to be stress free for once in my life, I want to be DEBT free and most of all i want everyone around me to be happy and smile, mainly because if that would happen i could stop worrying about them and start on myself. I need my career to begin (repeat i know, but its on purpose), I need my pops to get better, I need to be apart of something that will eventually change the world, but right now, i need to end this post!
2 Fingaz

-Waiting-

1,2,3,4,5 points on a star. A beautiful, shiny, chrome star. Ohhhhhhh how bad i want that star!

So its been 4 months since my panel interview and the process is now rolling along....sluggishly, yet moving. I signed form after form, met with my B.I. (background investigator), done both my medicals, and now just waiting for the next steps and then hopefullly that wonderful offer!.... Ever since i was in high school i always knew i wanted to get into law enforcement, but one agency in specific i always dreamed of being apart of, the Unites States Marshals. I cant recall what it was back then that attracted me to their agency, but i just knew thats where i wanted to be someday. Now that i recently graduated from college, i am taking the proper steps to one day having that star on my chest. As for now all I can do is wait, and train, and wait. I am slowly getting closer to having that CAREERE i mentioned in a previous post, and the smile on my face and in my heart is almost complete!

-TWO FINGAZ- \/,, (supposed to be a peace sign.....really look at it)
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P90x-Treme ME!

20, 21, DO YOUR BEST, 22, 23, And FORGET, 24, 25, THE REST!!!!!!!



Ok, so I've decided to take a new journey of healthiness and attempt a 90 day program called "P90X " Basically, its 12 DVDs full of fun and ass-kicking calisthenics, it even has YOGA...yes my big uncoordinated ass does YOGA, and I actually enjoy it. Now the last thing I want to do is sound like an infomercial in this blog, but I chose to take this seriously and i have been thus far. Everyday i wake up looking forward to beating myself up for and hour to an hour and a half of push-ups, pull-ups, squats, lunges, jumping jacks, punches, kicks, curls, presses, warrior position 1,2,n 3,crescent pose and good ol' Mary Catherine's! Along with these exercises i had to change my diet...DUn DUn DUnnnnn (shocking sound) Changing my diet is not easy at all, especially because i like to eat...a lot...i mean a REAL lot! Food has the possibility of making or breaking my entire day! YES, its that serious. As much as i enjoy salads i cant completely live off them forever, its just not happening. But i cant take down as much grilled chicken and turkey as i can and all the bad crap, OUT. So fried foods are OUT, cheesy beefy gordita crunches are OUT :( , NY strip Oscars from Red Lobster are OUT, and the grand daddy of them alcohol, is OUT. Just like everyone i am human and i will slip up occasionally, but those are the things that keep me sane! I REFUSE to become an indentured servant to the side of boxes and the calorie masta' managing how much i take in and sodium and sugars and trans fats, and blah, blah, blah. So, i am making a "Lifestyle Change" the difference between that and a diet is that eventually, diets end! By completely changing EVERYTHING i give myself the ability to stay focused and on the right track. I am currently on day 15 of the program and still going strong, kinda. I am 5'9 and 215lbs....hopefully after my 90 days i will be 6'3 and 195.....I'm pretty sure the 6'3 part isn't gonna happen, but i can sure dig that 195.

PEACE!!!!!!