Saturday, December 31, 2005
That's My Girl
-After a spirited game of Life, which I lost (no surprise there, I certainly haven't picked up any secrets to life in my journey), I dropped T off rather late at my parents' house to watch movies with them and J &J2. Shortly after I got back home she called and asked permission to watch The Exorcism of Emily Rose. I let her watch rated R movies, depending on the movie, but this request gave me pause. I can barely watch the ads - the movie seems quite graphic and it deals with some deep stuff. I could tell by the tone of her voice she was going to be pissed if I said no. I ended up telling her that I'd prefer she didn't watch it, but the decision was hers. 10 bucks says she watched it. Any takers?
-On the way to drop T off, she informed me that she and her friend D have decided that when D gets married T will be the maid of honor and when the 'speak now or forever hold your peace' line is uttered, T is to say "llama" and both of the girls will dissolve in laughter. Teenage girls.
Friday, December 30, 2005
Tonight's Laugh Out Loud*
*I tend to read the quote first, and then the title - it's often the best part.
Last night I had a left foot cramp that would not stop. I get cramps in my feet every so often, especially if I point my toes too hard or they wind up in a funny position. Occasionally if I bend my foot hard back toward me the cramp will go away. More often, I have to actually stand up and put pressure on it before I get relief.
But not last night. I was walking around, applying as much pressure to my foot as possible, and the cramp just wouldn't let go. I hobbled downstairs to my multi-vitamin bottle, knowing I was likely in dire need of something in there to correct the imbalance inside me. (As if I was a hyper-stim'd uterus and the vitamin was a shot of terbutaline - ha!) The cramp slowly went away, leaving me with a sore foot, and then it started up in my right foot. Sigh.
Guess it's time to make some changes to my diet. Lunch and dinner of popcorn the previous day probably wasn't too helpful. I suppose I need to start choking down a couple bananas now and then - a little potassium goes a long way.
Vote for Me
I often ponder why I don't get more involved in politics. Not as a participant, necessarily, but why I'm not more involved on a personal level. I'm a relatively intelligent person (though I question that more every day) and I care about what happens in my neighborhood, my county, my city, my state, and my country. Why, then, am I not more educated about "the issues?" Why don't I spend time researching candidates for office beyond what I see on the news, read in the paper, or run across on the few politically-inclined blogs I read?
I think it's because I get the sense that most politicians aren't really fighting for anything but a win. Surely I'm wrong about this, but even after I listen to what some of them have to say, I can't help but notice that 90% of the time they don't really seem to be saying anything except vote for me, not him. I've compared it in my mind to the popular 'dating' shows on MTV and the like. 4 girls, for example, vie for a chance to date 1 guy. The guy gets to order the 'women' to do embarrassing or ridiculous things and if he isn't happy with their performance he trashes one and moves on to the next. Granted, the female chosen gets to decide if she actually wants a 2nd date with the guy, but the show still illustrates the game show/reality show mentality of our culture. People get all amped up over competing, seemingly without considering what they'll do if they win or even why they want to win. Deb agrees, I think.
Too often, politics seems to be more about winning and less about doing and that rightly turns some people off to the entire process.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Smurfs are asexual; they don't even have reproductive organs under those little white pants.
At work this afternoon I discovered that I had a hole in my pants. In the back. A big hole. Good thing my panties matched my pants - I was able to remain at work for the last couple hours and hide my discovery.
I think someone at the cleaners was having a little too much fun; those pants were definitely not in that condition when I dropped them off there last week.
And the Day Gets Better
Nothing like getting chewed out first thing in the morning to take the wind out of your sails. Especially when you're getting chewed out for just following orders. I'm quickly realizing my skin probably isn't thick enough for this.
I got an e-mail today from a hospital in California that is desperate for nurses. I'm just sayin'.
I Do NOT Want to Change My Password
Our system at work forces us to change our password every so often - 6 weeks? 8 weeks? Something like that. This is annoying enough, but the worst part is that 2 weeks before I have to change it, the computer prompts me at EVERY LOGIN:
Your password will expire in 14 days, do you want to change it now?
Your password will expire in 13 days, do you want to change it now?
Your password will expire in 12 days, do you want to change it now?
You get the picture. This infuriates me. Not only because I don't want to "change it now" but because it holds up the process of logging on to my computer. I suppose I could give in and simply change it early, but in the long run that's simply a ton more passwords that I'll have had to remember.
Sometimes I worry about being injured, like in a car accident, and my biggest concern is head trauma because if I can't remember the kabillion passwords currently rattling around in my brain, I'll be screwed.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Sometimes I Doubt Your commitment to Sparkle Motion!
Today we had to turn in our retirement election for 2006. It pained me to write down the figure that I did. And at the same time, I know a financial advisor would have recommended I invest much more - maybe double. But I just can't - not yet. I came to the conclusion last night that my credit card debt is officially out of control. It won't do me too much good to sock away a bunch of dough if I'm leaking huge amounts in finance charges out the other end. I tried to pick a middle ground. Now I just need to make a plan for paying off my credit card debt and stick to it!!!
In other boring grown-up news, it's a bit chilly in our house tonight. But writing that check for the gas bill last night was a tad distressing. So we're gonna give sweaters and blankets a try for a while and see if things get a little better. Bundle up everyone! The bitter cold is bound to return...and T and I will be prepared. I'd better get some furniture to arrange around the fireplace.
If You Can't Take the Heat Get Your Ass Out the Kitchen
There are few things more nerve-wracking at the office than trying to figure out the new copier while a line of secretaries stands behind you and watches you struggle.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Some People Have It; Some People Don't
I know a few men who for the most part consider themselves unattractive. Often, then, they question why women are attracted to them. In my own humble opinion, the answer is that they are like Prince.
No, I don' t mean that they are incredibly short (though they might be) or that they like to dance around in tight lace pants with open-to-air compartments in back and high-heeled boots (I don't want to know if they do). I just mean that Prince is a great example of a person who is not necessarily attractive, but who is incredibly appealing. And you can disagree on the appealing part if you want, but thousands - probably millions - of women would back me up on this.
Prince, who is short, wears too much makeup at times, and has crazy hair, is not traditionally good-looking. And yet he is sexy. And alluring. And I could go on and on. The point is that he has that je ne sais quoi. There is just something about him to which I am drawn. In his case, it could be the lyrics with which I've become familiar over the years. It's not the money or the fame - it is simply something about him.
But you don't need to be famous to have this trait. I know many men with a certain 'something.' A fabulous sense of humor and a quick wit go a long way to making up for other areas where a guy might think he's lacking. Other endearing qualities include open concern for family and friends, success in a given field, passion for certain work or hobbies, and mutual interests.
I just thought I'd send a message to all the 'regular' guys out there who may be lamenting their perceived lack of classic good looks. Buck up and use your good qualities to your advantage. Give me a guy who can make me laugh any day over some clown with a bunch of muscles and nothing to say.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
~~I wish you all a wonderful and safe holiday~~
Saturday, December 24, 2005
The clan got together yesterday for dinner to celebrate J2's graduation from college - yay J2! We ate at McCormick & Schmick's - food was pretty good and we had a great time. Banana was a good girl:
And she fought falling asleep almost the entire time; she hates to miss out on new experiences:
Later, while Mama and Papa babysat, the 'big kids' got together for a slumber party. We watched the 40-Year-Old Virgin (hilarious!) and hung out, laughing until 2:30 in the morning:
The highlight of the evening was when T came home from a concert close to midnight. I asked all the right questions, like "Was there parental supervision?" and "All ages club, does that mean there were people over 21 there?" The problem, as my sisters were quick to point out, was that I probably should have asked those questions before I let her go. Anyway, she had a great time moshing and she didn't smell like smoke or appear to be wasted when she got home, which is always good.
And today - Christmas Eve - I'm on my way out the door to finish my Christmas shopping. That's right, I'm still not finished. Heaven help me.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
The Amazing Baby Nana...
Now you see her...
Now you don't...*
*No babies were harmed in the shooting of these pictures.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Spare the Ol' Girl
I'd been home for maybe 6 minutes. As I didn't plan on going back out and I'd been in work clothes since 7am, I took my pants off and planned to relax for the evening. I'd just sat down to do a preliminary check of blogs when the doorbell rang. Twice.
I realize T isn't here to by my protector. But when she's not here (like tonight), for some reason I feel particularly vulnerable. I jumped up, turned off the office light, and ran to my room to put some pants on. On my way down the stairs I called my sister, Jay, to let her know I was answering an unexpected doorbell. I opened the blinds first - to discover there was no one standing at my door.
People. Please. I can't take any unexpected surprises right now. If I'm not expecting you, please don't ring my doorbell. Thanks. I appreciate it.
Note to Self
Get a life.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Guess Who's Coming to Dinner!
No, it's not Sidney Poitier - it's my sweet Nana!!! (And her lovely parents). The clan should be landing any minute now. I have one last thing to do here at work and then I'm joining the whole crew for dinner. I just love my family and I'm so glad we'll (most of us) be together for the holidays.
Overheard in Voir Dire
Scene: Drug possession case.
Defense attorney: Do any of you have trouble believing that the police might not be telling the truth all the time, and might say things that are untrue to get a defendant convicted?
Prospective juror: Well, I would have trouble believing it, at least from the police officers I know. A policeman was the best man at my wedding.
DA: Oh, really. What department?
PJ: Fort Wayne, but right now he is serving in Iraq.
DA: Oh. (Long pause) Well, I hope he comes back alive.
Baby, It's Cold Outside
Yesterday I left work early* to take T to finish up her Christmas shopping. As we left the house, I noticed she was wearing flip flops on her bare feet. Despite knowing she would balk, I ordered her to return to her room and put some real shoes on. She was outraged. She began to mumble objections, no doubt including that she'd worn the flip-flops the day before (I hadn't noticed until we'd arrived at church) and that she didn't have any clean socks (she'd been home by herself all day and knows how to work the washing machine).
I was livid. I reminded her - loudly - that it was 10 degrees outside. Her response? "I don't think 10 degrees is that cold!!!"
I'm going to spare you my reaction to that exclamation because this is a family blog. Sigh. Teenagers.
*For those of you worried about my billable hours, I returned to work in the evening to finish up some things.
Monday, December 19, 2005
I Think She Wants Me
I'm still having cell phone issues; I guess that's what happens when your phone goes for a swim. Anyway, it drowned weekend before last but after a couple day recovery period it was working fine (save for the camera function). Then Sunday my sim (memory) card stopped working. It has metal contact points on it and they appeared to be rusty. I took it to the cell phone place and the extremely kind lady replace my sim card and predicted the phone itself would soon go the way of the memory card. I was disappointed that I'd once again lost all the numbers I had stored in my phone, but I was happy to be back up-and-running. She also didn't charge me, which surprised me. I thought you were required to purchase new memory cards.
As predicted, I started having more trouble with my phone today. The screen suddenly went blank and I couldn't place calls. I drove back to the store and the same woman helped me. She confirmed I had insurance on my phone, which is great, but she reminded me that the way to get a new one is to file a claim with the insurance service. Which takes TIME. I need a phone that works - now.
I stood there looking pathetic, trying to decide if I was going to waste a ton of $ and just buy a new phone on the spot, when she opened a drawer under the counter. Apparently she had a small stash of phones that had been turned in for upgrades. She found one that worked and popped my sim card into it, telling me to take it for my use until insurance replaces my phone. She even went to the back and found me a charger for the loaner phone. She also instructed me to turn the loaner in, once I got my new one, but only to her or to another girl whose name I wrote down. And then she said, "you know, girl power."
I don't know much about girl power or what she wants in return for this fantastically fabulous favor, but I am thrilled with her help and happy that I've managed to stay 'connected' despite my clumsiness.
Question for Gmail Users:
Did Gmail recently change the "move to trash" command to "delete"? Every time I go to delete an e-mail, I wind up staring at the options in the drop down box for an entire billable tenth of an hour. I'm sure it used to be "move to trash," to illustrate the idea that they give you so much space you don't have to delete anything. I got so used to it that my eyes just totally gloss over the delete option and I just wind up confused.
To those who don't have Gmail, come on...drink the Kool-Aid; you know you want to.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
All in all, it wasn't as bad as I'd anticipated. Castleton was of course crazy, but even my pittance of patience was enough to get me through it. That and my excellent driving abilities. Highlights:
-The line @ Bath and Body Works was SUPER long. One girl was offering quick neck massages with that little hand-held massager. I took her up on it and I'm so glad I did. Another employee said to a customer who rounded the bend and made a face at the long line, "Don't worry, it's scarier than it looks." That's helpful. She sort of slurred it, so maybe she'd had too much egg nog on her lunch break.
-Boyfriend to girlfriend as they entered a store: "Now let's don't spend an hour in here." Fat chance. And what are you, her Dad? Go home.
-A boy of about 10 pitched a FIT at Target. He was whining in his girliest voice for his father to get him something; they were in the toy section. Other customers were exchanging knowing glances. The father, red-faced with embarrassment, began marching out of the store and the boy really turned it on then. "Why are we leaving? I don't want to leave! I'm sorry!!!" I felt awful for both of them.
-The lines at Wal-Mart are so long they make me want to get a part time job just to pitch in and help out.
-Bonefish Grill is an excellent way to wrap up a busy shopping day. Don't forget reservations. And so what if I order the Saucy Shrimp for my appetizer and the Saucy Shrimp for my entree?
-And finally: when I was young(er) I would sometimes go grocery shopping with my Mom. I have vivid memories of rows of toilet paper packages lined up at Cub Foods. I would walk down the aisle and slice open each package with a swipe of one fingernail. Mom, of course, got after me (and rightly so). Anyway, today at Wal-Mart I just couldn't help myself. I cut right through a multi-pak of paper towels. Slice! Such a satisfying sound!
My New Favorite Blog:
Never fails to amuse (me).
My laptop decided yesterday to stop recognizing our wireless signal. Actually, I think it recognizes the signal, I just can't get on to the internet. Lovely. I'm borrowing T's computer at the moment; she's thrilled, let me tell you.
I don't think Comcast can help, as the cable connection is working. And I don't think it's a Linksys problem, since T's laptop is online. So I'm stuck. I've no idea what to do and I'll probably wind up paying somebody to come out here and figure out the problem.
But not today - today is more shopping...
I enjoyed the movie and I recommend it to anyone who thinks they might want to see it. I won't attempt a review; there are plenty out there in blogworld if you're interested. But I thought it was entertaining and I'm glad T chose it 'cause otherwise I'd have never seen it.
Speaking of entertaining, a mother seated behind us leaned over during a particular moment in the movie and said to her daughter, "Jesus Christ came back from the dead, too, didn't he?" Subtle, Mom.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
May The Force Be With Me
I'm headed out Christmas shopping. I know, the weekend before Christmas - it's crazy. I really did try to get a jump on things. When T and I went to Nashville (IN) over a month ago, I bought gifts for several family members. I just haven't bought any gifts since then. Things have been pretty hectic around here with being new homeowners, keeping up with work, etc... Add to all of it that I don't really like to shop and here I am: off to the mall on Saturday, December 17th.
I can do it. And I've certainly shopped with less time to spare following law school finals. The main problem is patience. Or more specifically, my lack thereof. I have no patience with other shoppers. I'm preparing for the worst and hoping for the best.
Friday, December 16, 2005
And very life-imitates-art.
*Seen 1st @ Robin's.
I was discussing with friends the other day the strange urge I occasionally have to behave inappropriately in certain situations. Am I the only one to whom this happens? Particularly as an observer in court, where people are fighting to maintain decorum and stay within their various roles, I often wonder what would happen if I stood up and said or did something crazy. Luckily, I've always been able to easily resist the urge to find out.
Today's urge comes as I 'monitor' a deposition by phone. There are over 100 attorneys in a room somewhere as the depo is being conducted and I am one of over 50 or so additional attorneys participating by phone. The strict phone rules dictate that I have to have my phone on mute, which I do. I can't help but wonder what would happen if I simply began singing into the phone, seemingly unaware of the fact that 150 other attorneys could hear me. But I'll refrain.
Best things plaintiff's counsel has said today:
-"Can't we distrapulate from that...?"
-"Don't you think they should have had the whereforeall...?"(more than once)
T has her last final today. She had 5 in 4 days and I know she's ready for Christmas break. In honor of completing her 1st round of finals ever, I told her we could go see whatever movie she wants this evening. Unfortunately, she picked The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. I have vague memories of reading this book - and not the others - when I was little. The idea that there was another world behind or within the wardrobe was intriguing, but I don't remember being impressed with anything else about the book. The whole fantasy genre never really grabbed me; Stephen King was more my speed. I should probably read it again, but I'm not really looking forward to tonight's show.
On the bright side, I'll get to spend time with T, eat some popcorn (one of my favorite activities in life), and maybe even catch a little nap.
Please stop referring to this Sunday's game against the Chargers as "the Colts vs. the Bolts."
Thursday, December 15, 2005
I stepped into the lobby of my building from the parking garage...and was greeted by carolers, caroling at full volume. It's just a little too early in the morning for that; the elevator couldn't have arrived too soon.
Does the world really need Narnia Chapstick?
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Do You Know a Re-gifter Snob?
You know, someone who, in an inspired burst of thoughtfulness and kindness would re-gift you something like a large bag of double chocolate covered peanuts? Someone to whom you would express your absolute thanks and delight for thinking of you???
Someone whom you would then inform that, regrettably, you won't eat said chocolate covered peanuts but you had excellent re-gift candidates in mind? Someone who would then spring on you the fact that there is a re-gift line and you've just crossed it? Someone who would re-gift to you but not allow you to re-gift the gift?
No? Me neither.
NCAA Basketball Bracket Prediction
About 1 month into the season, our dauntless hero Jordan makes his bracket predictions. Don't agree? Don't see your favorite team? Take him on; I'm betting on Jord.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Enchiladas & Margaritas
It's amazing what can happen when you don't bring home (much) work and you don't have to wet vac your bedroom...
Still Searching for Happiness...
Because there is no rest for the weary, I spent my lunch 'break' running around town: picking up T, swinging by the bank, getting fast food for both of us, and dropping her off @ home to study for her continued finals.*
At her request, we got McDonald's. This is twice in 4 days for me, which is the first time in a VERY long time I've had so much fast food. Anyway, we were driving along enjoying our fries when T held up the perfect french fry - it was long, thin, golden brown with hints of darker brown in just the right places, lightly salted, slightly crispy but not too crunchy. I smiled big and she popped it into her own mouth.
I pouted, "I thought that was for me."
T: "Nope, I was just showing it to you."
Me: "But I thought once you saw the look on my face you'd be unable to resist making me so happy."
T: (grunting and rolling her eyes) "Yeah, right."
*Thanks to everyone who left her comments wishing her good luck!
Monday, December 12, 2005
Help a Girl Out
T faces her first high school final ever tomorrow. And she'll have finals all week long. Hop over here and leave her some good wishes/positive vibes, would ya'?
-I bought a wet/dry vac.
-I used a wet/dry vac.
-A Sears salesman, who works on commission, tried to talk me out of buying a dehumidifier.
-I called a contractor for my own house.
-Said contractor shoveled my entire driveway, essentially for free.
-I saw a picture of a dog wearing hot pink pj's.
-I gave a shit about Ron Artest. Oh wait, nope - didn't give a shit and still don't.
What - if anything - do you eat while you're cooking? Potato chips? Chocolate chips? Whatever you're cooking?
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Miss Saigon-The Best Musical EVER about the Vietnam War!
I promised Kelly a review of the musical and here it is. Some of it will mirror Heidi’s review, but that’s life.
The best thing about the musical was the company, even counting the hour we spent in traffic downtown. And when Kelly tells you she will get you somewhere in one piece, trust her, even if you are in a shitty rental stationwagon.
I must also admit a bias here. Miss Saigon was one of the last of the so-called “event musicals,” (Cats, Phantom, Les Mis, and to a lesser extent, Sunset Boulevard are the others) that were big in the 80’s and early 90’s. I am a theatre purist. I hate event musicals. However, I went there because of the company and also with the hope that since I was not familiar with the plot of MS (all I knew was that it was based on Madame Butterfly and took place during Vietnam) I was hoping to be pleasantly surprised. Sadly, I wasn’t.
We scored some excellent seats, though that was due entirely to the weather and Kelly moving and taking us with her as soon as the overture started.
I did not realize that the show was virtually non-stop singing (which is certainly not a problem, being as Sweeney Todd is my favorite musical). However, at times when more than one person was singing, it was impossible to hear the lyrics. This was magnified by the loud singing voices of the leads who did have mikes.
The person who portrayed Kim was fine, though shouty at times. Chris had the same problem, and had no business reaching for some of those ending notes. Kelly’s friend, who portrayed Thuy, was one of the better performers, even though was given one of the most one-dimensional characters in the history of musical theatre. Yeah, we get it, you’re an obsessed fanatic. The Engineer stole the show, which I guess is the whole point of his character.
However, I have one big issues with the musical, and it’s the issue I have with all event musicals-the overwhelming nature of their performance and the fact that nothing can be left to the imagination, because Heaven forbid a theatergoer actually have to think or use their imagination. The whole point of the theatre is to see live actors, using only a theatre stage and an imaginative set devoid of special effects.
Event musicals are punctuated, just as their name suggests, with a big event that is supposed to wow the audience. With Cats, it was the tire ascending, with Phantom, we got the chandelier, with Sunset, the staircase. MS, of course, has the helicopter. And the presentation of the helicopter showed why event musicals are a double edged sword-when you can’t live up to the spectacle that the event demands, the show is bound to suffer. Due to the cheesy substitute helicopter, this show had to move beyond the event and actually (gasp!) amaze us with the book, score, and lyrics of the show. Sadly, with this cast, (and quite frankly, the lyrics and score as well) that was impossible.
I should also note this was a Non-Equity performance. All of the touring shows I have seen have been Equity shows, and while management might claim there is no difference, that is a lie. It is simple logic that if Equity offers the best opportunity and benefits for stage actors, stage actors will join Equity. Precluding Equity performers from your cast means that you are losing a chance at the cream of the crop. I will make sure to see only Equity performers from now on.
Finally, I will end my note to say that Indy has a very underappreciated theatre scene. I will point out that my favorite community theatre, Footlite, put on a GREAT performance of 42nd Street a few months ago that blew me (and the rest of the audience) away. And to think they were “amateurs.” Join me to see what is promising to be a wonderful rendition of Urinetown in March.
Break a leg,
Home Sweet Home
Because it's not enough that I need a new phone and had to buy new brakes and haven't even done 10% of my Christmas shopping yet, I now have real problems at home. These are pictures of my bedroom wall.
My bedroom. The only room in the house with furniture and in which I could comfortably spend time working, watching TV, hanging out. The carpeted floor beneath this wall is soaked - a 6' by 4' area, and growing. Home ownership. Good times. What was I thinking?
Saturday, December 10, 2005
KeeKee on 69
"I prefer 6 or 9; it's too much work together."
N and I went to Ike's last night and I dropped my cell phone in the toilet. I just got back from picking up my car from downtown and I felt positively naked driving around without my phone. I'm hoping it will dry out and start working again. I'll give it until tomorrow and then I'm gonna have to break down and buy a new one. I'm bleeding money.
Speaking of phones, I had a message on my home voicemail from 4:09 in the morning. "Hey if you get this, give me a call back. It's uh, 317...well, hell - you've got a cell phone, so you've got this number." Um, what? Do I know you? Helpful tip guys: if you meet a girl at a bar and she gives you her number, try leaving a name and number when you leave her a message. It might increase your chances of getting a return call.
Friday, December 09, 2005
I'm too tired to get into the details. I enjoyed Miss Saigon and thought the singing was quite good.* No one told me, though, that it was so racy. Or so sad.
Once home around 10:30, I got greedy and tried to drive up the incline into my garage - and promptly got the rental car stuck in my driveway. I was super frustrated and couldn't blog about it, cause the damn cable internet isn't working. And they're not coming until Sunday to fix it.
I called poor Tommy after midnight and asked him to bring me a shovel this morning. He did and I dug out.
I also gave in and told VW they could go ahead and stick it to me - just fix the damn brakes.
*Not all of us enjoyed the show; I'm sure Chuck's scathing review will appear soon. In the end, we had a blast, which is what really matters.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Hey, Indy folks, VW wants $410 to replace 2 brake pads and rotors. Forget it. Any suggestions as to a reliable place where I might be able to get it done for cheaper?
It's a Beautiful Day
Despite T's foul mood in the car this morning ("Mom, I'm always grumpy in the morning!"), I'm having a great day. I finally dropped my car off at the dealership to have the various problems taken care of. The guy who drove me from the dealer to the car rental place was chatting with me about my car and I mentioned I'd be giving it to my daughter soon and buying a new one. He was floored and informed me he thought I was 25 or 26. Ha. Great way to start the day.
Once at work, I headed straight to the office of a colleague who doesn't work on Thursdays and Fridays. She'd said I could borrow her heater today if I wanted. It is fantastic and I have been toasty and relaxed all morning. I'll probably pick one up this weekend, despite that the official word here is we aren't supposed to use them.
Thanks to Hopedaddy, I'm streaming all John Lennon and the Beatles today. I'm totally diggin' it and it has added to my laid back motif for the day.
Back from a great lunch, I'm looking forward to tonight's plans: several of 'the crew' and I are headed to the Murat to see Miss Saigon. I friend from grade school is performing and I'm dragging T along on the off chance she'll enjoy it. (I even suggested this morning that she google it today @ school so she would know what it was about - she just grunted. And Manda sent me a synopsis, cause I was clueless).
Snow? We ain't afraid of no stinkin' snow. Plus, as Manda so rightly pointed out, 4-7 inches really isn't that much....
Happy Thursday everybody!
Today's Song Lyric
Isn't. Sue me.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Tips for New Associates
-Keep your desk messy. The majority of people who enter your office will assume you're swamped and will make some comment about how busy you must be.
-Read your cases. Do NOT turn in a memo to a partner and then return to your office, relieved because you finally have time to read the case to which you cited extensively in your memo.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Why didn't we play these games???
*This post is long, but you'll find it effin' hilarious if you've ever been a law student...
Our Security System
High-tech. (And necessary for me to sleep at night...)
It is freezing in my office. I'm just back from lunch and I haven't taken my coat off yet. I wore it for about an hour after I arrived this morning, too. I've decided: tomorrow I'm bringing a blanket. The denim shirt/jacket I've been wearing coupled with the heavy cotton sweater thrown over my lap just aren't doing the trick.
From: Aw Shucks
Happy Birthday, Love!!!
Monday, December 05, 2005
Always the Last to Know
CPR guidelines have changed
Catholic Church to abolish limbo
Sunday, December 04, 2005
I love song lyrics. Those who read this blog probably know that I like to dance. But what you might not know is that while I'm dancing, I'm singing. Loudly. I love to sing. Don't misunderstand: I'm no good at it; I have a terrible voice. But that doesn't stop me from singing at the top of my lungs when the music is loud enough that most people won't be able to hear me anyway.
I love my daily commute because it allows me to listen to the radio or my CDs and sing (and dance) along in the car like a freak. I think most people grow out of this kind of behavior at some age, but I certainly haven't - and I don't want to.
At work, I'm usually listening to Launchcast. I LOVE Launchcast. It plays songs based on how I've rated them, but I never know what's coming next. Love.It. I long ago told the partner in the office next to mine that if he hears me singing too loud he should knock on the wall and I'll cut it out.
All this listening to music usually leaves a song lyric or 2 running through my head. I decided to post a different song lyric every day over on the right of my blog. That way you don't have to endure a whole post about whatever I'm humming each day, but I can get it out of my system and you can comment on it if the mood strikes you. I'm not sure if I'll keep it up since it requires me to make a change to the template every day. Hope I don't wipe out the whole blog by accident - it's happened.
The first song line, which I posted today and will leave up tomorrow, is my Dad's favorite line ever in a song. He still gets chills when he hears it, and he's heard it many times. The Eagles' greatest hits is always a popular choice on family car trips. Great song, great line - perfect first choice.
One last thing: don't jump to conclusions when you read a particular lyric. Sometimes they will reflect my mood, but not always. I might post a given line because I can relate, because I think it's clever, because it made me laugh, because it reminds me of a person or event from my past, or simply because I can't get it out of my head and I want to inflict the same torture upon you. And if you read a line and think it pertains to you - to paraphrase Carly Simon, don't be so vain...
Let me be the first to congratulate William Bradford, formerly a Professor at the law school many of us attended.
He has resigned to assume a new position as the head of "Swift Boat Veterans for Truth."
May you paint with all the colors of the wind,
*This post is in no way endorsed by Kelly, and may result in me getting a spanking later.
Naughty Baby Toy
Really, who designs this stuff?
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Who are these people who can afford to buy a Lexus for their spouse without talking to them about it first? No one I know. And I'm sick of those commercials.
Friday, December 02, 2005
The Abyss is on.
I'll cry for sure.
Good News from the Doctor's Office
-My GYN has eliminated a rectal exam from his routine.
-I'm 5 lbs lighter than I was at my last visit.
do T and I have more forks than we could ever possibly need, but never enough spoons?
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Thursday Night TV Recap
Survivor: predictable vote.
CSI: over-the-top disgusting.
Dave: Oprah's dress was gorgeous.
Best Fug of The Week
I'm throwing in the towel and have decided to wear what I've been told 90% of the women in attendance this weekend will be wearing: a black dress. The dress I'd planned to wear isn't going anywhere; I can always wear it next season and hope the perfect shoes reveal themselves to me in the meantime.
My black dress is old - it looks fine but some observant women will recognize it as in style about 4 years ago. No matter; it was either that or have them talking about my odd choice of shoes. Six of one, half dozen of the other. And now I don't have to go shoe shopping tonight. Plus, when I tried on the black dress last night T said it was 'hot.' Quite a compliment from a usually critical 14yo.
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