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Tuesday, February 28, 2006

The Good With the Sad

The Good: I figured out about a week ago, all by myself, how to scan a document and e-mail a pdf copy of it to myself.

The Sad: Without fail, when I return to my office from the copier/scanner, I see the little Outlook envelope and think, "I have new mail!"

Monday, February 27, 2006

Barely Keeping Up

Sunday, February 26, 2006


The older your kids get, the scarier the milestones they reach. It starts out innocuous enough, their first cute little sneeze, their first real smile. Then they start crawling, which is great - but now you have to baby-proof the house. Then they walk and soon they run - leaving you exhausted from chasing them and terrified that they're going to hurt themselves.

Once they become a little more self-sufficient, the fear only intensifies. This weekend, I let chocolate bar-boy take T home from tech crew work call. In his car. With no parent in sight. I also met him and found out that he and T are 'officially' boyfriend and girlfriend. (He's sort of cute and has great teeth).

Letting him give T a ride home was a tough decision, and one that we debated for a while. I told her frankly that I remember being a freshman in high school and I remember what the boys were like. I want to trust my daughter, but she is going to have to earn that trust. I think she understand that, and I'm hoping that together we make the right decisions.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Best Pick-up Line EVER

You look familiar; did you slip me a roofie on Valentine's Day?

Friday, February 24, 2006

More Random Than Usual

Bread - Why are people messing with bread? You can eat whatever kind of bread you want at home or in a fancy restaurant or at the bakery, but if I order a sandwich from a run-of-the-mill lunch place, I just want regular bread. 2 trends I have noticed that I do NOT like: 1) Brown bread. I don't mean brown as in your regular wheat bread, I mean brown like the color of chocolate. Bread should not be this color unless specifically requested. 2) Bread with nuts. Nuts kill people. You shouldn't be putting nuts in bread unless specifically requested. I hate nuts in my bread.

Chocolate - Unlike me, T loves chocolate. She went to the movies with a group of friends this past weekend, including the 16yo graphic calculator-carrying playa'. She said as soon as they sat down he produced a giant bar of dark chocolate from his pocket. She said, "do you know how much I love dark chocolate?" He said, "I do now," and promptly broke the bar in half and shared it with her. Awww.

Not funny - If you get the urge to pretend like you've just been diagnosed with some terrible disease in order to simply mess with one of your friends, stifle it. Please.

Waves - I have to give a presentation to a bunch of law students today and I'm nervous. It's of little significance in the grand scheme of things, but I'm nervous anyway. So if you can spare some good thoughts and waves of good luck, I'd appreciate it.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

In my midnight confessions, when I say all the things that I want to...

I started today's confessions with a song quote just to keep you on your toes. Many of you are too young to even recognize the title as song lyrics. That's the Grass Roots, for those playing along at home.

1. I loved GLOW.
I'm not going to link to GLOW from work, because I'm afraid of what might pop up if I type it into google. But surely I'm not the only one who remembers this show - Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. It came on late, weeknights wasn't it? Anyway, my fascination with the show didn't translate into a love for WWE or WWF or WWG or whatever it is these days. I just remember watching and enjoying the silly little skits they had in between the wrestling "matches." I already told you I'm a little crazy.

2. I'm not going to be a good settlement negotiator.
I'm a bottom line kind of gal. My idea of an ideal mediation is one where defendant's counsel walks in and announces his authority to settle and plaintiff and his or her counsel have 5 minutes to decide whether or not they'll take it. I understand, for the most part, why things don't work this way. But I honestly get tired of the posturing - on both sides - when it comes to trying to settle cases, either pre-suit or pre-trial.

3. I don't like chocolate.
This isn't really a confession, but I just wanted to put it out there. I like Reese's cups and I can eat the occasional scoop of chocolate ice cream or bite of chocolate cake, but I don't go nuts whenever someone whips out a chocolate dessert. In fact, I'm usually left wishing they had something salty to offer me, instead. I hate e-mails and jokes that assume all women spend every waking hour either eating or trying to resist eating chocolate. They do nothing for me.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Impressing the Partners

Here's a strategy I haven't tried yet. Does it have to be yogurt? Would melted cheese work?

Least Favorite Time of Day

When my drive to work comes to an end. Such a downer.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Sine O' the Times

T has been saying for a couple weeks that she needs a graphic calculator for school. I didn't think much of it, remembering the days of high school - hey, it wasn't that long ago - when I was required to have a scientific calculator.

When I picked her up from school this evening I asked her where she thought we could find what she needed, and of course she was clueless. Teens just think things are going to fall into their laps from the sky (my teen does, anyway). So off to Target we went, me completely unprepared for the surprise in store for me.

Today's graphic calculators are NOT yesterday's scientific calculators. We walked up to the aisle containing calculators and a quick glance revealed that we couldn't (legally) get a graphic calculator for under $100. $100!?! For a calculator? Not after I just dropped $800 in 2 days at the dealership.

I investigated the situation and discovered that all T needs right now is a calculator that will do sine, cosine, and tangent for geometry. She anticipates needing the higher-end model for calculus, in 3 years. Proving that she can exercise her brain when she so desires, T put forth a good argument that we'd save money by buying the whiz-bang version now instead of the cheap one now and the graphic calculator in 3 years. In light of other unexpected costs this week, however, I talked her into a lovely $20 scientific calculator. Just what are they teaching kids these days, anyway? The art of bleeding their parents dry?

Monday, February 20, 2006

Tom Wood Volkswagen

I took my VW in for some repairs today. I had called in advance and gotten a quote for the work. I knew I'd be paying a lot of money, but I decided the repairs were worth it so I'd choked down my disgust and dropped my car off this morning.

About an hour later, a woman from the service department called. Since my car was already there, I'd asked them to look at the driver's side seat - the lever that adjusts the seat hadn't worked for over a year and I was hoping I could get it fixed. Diagnosis? Cracked frame. Cost? Close to $450. Absolutely not. I told her to leave it the way they found it. She started in about how it wasn't safe for driving and that the seat could move without warning at any moment. I cut her off and explained that it had been solidly in place for over a year and I'd done just fine - leave it alone. OK, she says, but I'm still responsible for the diagnostic fee since I asked them to take a look at it = $86.

About 20 minutes later she called back asking me if I wanted them to hook back up an essential component related to the original reason the car was in the shop. Hm, I'm thinking, that's strange, of course I do. Then it hit me, bet it costs extra. Cost? $129. All this is on top of the original hundreds of dollars for parts and labor that I was quoted in the first place. I bit my tongue, took a deep breath, and calmly agreed to the charge.

At least I can't complain anymore about not having been screwed in a long time.

Update: Sweet Amanda took me to pick up my car this evening. I called ahead and was told it was ready. I paid for the work done and waited in the service bay for some guy to bring my car around. He gets out of the car and I hear the alarm signaling that a door is open. Which makes sense, because the door was open. Only when I got in and closed the door, the alarm didn't stop. I pulled over, got out, and opened and then slammed each door, checking both the trunk and the hood. I got back in, shut my door, still the alarm.

Long story short (too late) for some reason my car is not recognizing something about the driver's door latch. No matter what we did, the open door light would not turn off. I am also unable to lock the doors with my remote key-thingy because the car thinks the door is open. The service guy insisted this is a complete coincidence, that it has nothing to do with the fact they jacked around in my car earlier in the day. I demanded repair. Sorry ma'am, we'll have to do that in the morning. I demanded a loaner car so I could leave my car there. Sorry ma'am, I don't have any cars available; you'll have to talk to the service manager in the morning. So I did what any grown woman attorney would do: I got in my car, cried, and drove away, turning up my music as loud as I could stand it to drown out the sound of that incessant 'open door' alarm.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Utter Fear

T started a discussion with me the other day so casually that I almost missed its significance. She was telling a story about calling the boy she likes and she said something like, "he was making these weird noises and I asked him what he was doing; he was trying to park his car while talking on the phone." Yeah, I thought, it can be tough to talk on the phone and park.

Wait. The boy...drives? And has his own car? (A Honda CRV, but lately he's been driving the Lexus). And he talks on his cell phone while driving?

That's right, folks. My daughter likes a boy who is old enough to drive and who HAS HIS OWN CAR. Some of you, dear readers, are parents - and some of you aren't. But I'm betting you can all conjure up some semblance of the fear currently gripping me as I try to come to terms with the fact that T is about to be 15 and will soon want to be 'dating.'

The boy in question sounds like a nice boy; I've only seen him from afar. He is, it seems, a bit of a geek: she met him while working on tech crew and he either never leaves the house without his graphing calculator, or at the very least jokes that he never does. He also eschews school dances. I'm not going to fall into the trap that geek = harmless, though. I know better.

T doesn't have school tomorrow and it occurred to me today that I ought to make something very clear. "[The boy] cannot come over to our house tomorrow." I was expecting her to laugh or call me silly or say "Duh." Instead a got an "Okay." Um, surely that thought hadn't crossed her mind. No, no. No way. Surely not. Heaven help me.

Estoy Lista

I'm ready for spring. I'm soooo ready for spring. I just thought that on the off chance Mother Nature was waiting for me to be ready, I ought to make a public proclamation so there would be no doubt as to my position on the matter.

I briefly went shopping today and was instantly miffed when I walked into the 1st store and saw shorts, sunglasses, and all manner of bright-colored clothing. By the time I left, I was carrying several tank tops and a new pair of sparkly flip-flops. I'm ready. Bring it on.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Insurance companies rule the world.

Friday, February 17, 2006

I Confess....

1. I caved.
I took T shopping after all. I know I need to set more limits, but I didn't do it because she got pissed or kept begging (she didn't), but because I started thinking about her clothes and she really didn't have anything appropriate to wear. I remember vividly being that age and I couldn't stand the thought of her showing up in something that would cause her to be embarrassed. We stopped at the mall after mass and she bought a cute top. No luck on pants or a skirt, so she wore it with her jeans. And she looked lovely.

2. I didn't take out the trash this week.
Our trash truck drives me crazy because it comes super early in the morning. I can always hear it on neighboring streets while I'm getting ready and it stresses me out trying to figure out whether I'll get dressed in time to run our trash out to the curb. This week I needed to leave the house early so I just decided to skip it. I realize I should put the trash out the night before, but that just doesn't always happen. Lucky for us we only accumulate about 1 large bag of trash a week. It is currently sitting patiently in the garage.

3. I'm wasting money.
Speaking of the garage, it dawned on me that mine is heated. When I walk out there from the kitchen, there is virtually no temperature change. I'm sure I could cut the flow of heat to the garage (or have someone do it for me) to save some money on my gas bill. The only problem is I love how warm it is in there. I store some canned foods out there and that's where the recycle bin is kept; I can comfortably walk out there in bare feet. And riding along in an already-warm car on a winter day is nice. I'm still considering changing this situation, but on the bright side our current gas bill was down about 80 bucks from last month. Woohoo!

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Virtual Ringside

The Contenders: Me and T, of course. And I'm not giving you our weights.

The Issue: School

Our Positions: I see it like this - all I expect from T is that she do her best, try her hardest. I do not require or request straight A's or even all B's. But I know for a fact, and she has admitted, that she does not put 100% effort into her homework or test preparation. So when I ask how she did on her last exam, and she insists with a straight face she can't remember what she got, and it turns out she got a C, I get pissed. Some C's are fine, if she truly tried her hardest. But she rarely does and I fear we are headed for all C's in the very near future. She was an honor roll student in grade school. She has no household chores; whatever gets done around here is done by me. I don't expect her to excel at sports and I allow her to participate in whatever activities she wants, including "tech crew" for school productions, which she loves. I know school is stressful for teens, but it is her ONLY responsibility. So I think it's reasonable for me to expect that she at least attempt to do well.

T's position, filtered through me, is that I expect too much from her. She says I look for things to fight with her about every day, asking questions about school and homework and grades until I hear something negative and then we fight. She wants me to send her to public school. She says her school is too difficult for her and thinks she'd be getting A's and B's at an easier school and then I wouldn't be on her case all the time. I reminded her tonight that I initially wanted her to go to a different school - also private - but she essentially refused to consider it and absolutely wanted to be where she is now.

Current Status: I am too through. I can't even deal. Kids should come with instruction manuals or something. I bust my ass all day every day and come home and deal with this mess of an issue. Maybe I should be content with C's. Maybe I should consider switching her schools. I just don't know. But I'm not sure I can handle another 3 1/2 years of this tension.

Move Along

I got nothin', folks. I did OK yesterday until about 1pm, when I was sitting in my car in our parking garage after returning from a lunch-time thing, scarfing down a piece of cold pizza. My sister sent a picture to my telephone of her and my sweet niece. So beautiful. And so of course I cried. I miss them so much.

Work is crazy, which is good, I guess. T and I are struggling with school issues.

Out of town all day today, which means no blog checking and tomorrow will be mayhem while I play catch up. Who has something interesting to say? Direct my readers to your blogs, would ya'?

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Happy Blog Birthday To Me!!!

Actually, I think it was February 4th that marked 2 years since I started blogging. But I missed it that day and keep forgetting to post about it. Here is a link to my first "real" post. I enjoy blogging, but blogspiration has been lacking lately. I've also been feeling like I should try to focus on more serious topics. But my sweet friends insist there are enough "serious" blogs out there and they enjoy reading for the silliness of it all. (One in fact informed me he stopped reading because he thought things got to stuffy around here for a while!)

Thanks for reading guys, and have a great Tuesday :-)

Monday, February 13, 2006


Scene - T and I have just entered a department store at a nearby mall.

T: (walking up to a shiny brown sleeveless top) This is kinda cute.
Me: I have that exact shirt; I bought it about 2 months ago.
T: (Drops shirt and moves on to another rack)

Ha! Poor thing. She probably had nightmares about me showing up at a school function wearing her same outfit. Maybe one day T's mother will act her own age.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Meanest. Mom. Ever.

Yes, I got up early and went to work today (not that I got much work done, unfortunately) and then I went to the luncheon I mentioned, as a representative of my firm. But T likes to sleep in and when I got home at 1:30 she'd only been up for an hour.

For the next approx 3 hours, she resisted my attempts and conversation and sat in her room listening to music and chatting online. She just walked in and informed me she doesn't know what to wear to a dance she's planning to attend tonight and that we should go shopping. At 4:30pm when we are going to church in an hour? I told her no way.

She's pissed and I feel sorta bad, but really - I can't just jump when she says jump, can I? She's spoiled enough. I'd have been happy to take her shopping, but a little advance notice would have been appreciated.

Friday, February 10, 2006

CBS is My Daddy

I only turned on the TV to watch something while I ate dinner last night. But CBS reeled me in. I followed up with:

Survivor - Listen, I like Cerie or however you spell her name. And I realize folks have grouped up like it's a high school popularity contest. And I'd probably have sat around and moped, too. BUT - she and Melinda gave up. They had Cerie, Melinda, and that black guy who never says a word - talk about flying under the radar. They could have at least tried to swing someone their way. I hope they get a clue before next week.

CSI - one of those Access or Extra shows made it seem like last night's episode was gonna be hot, what with the tension between the bearded dude and the dominatrix lady. But it wasn't hot, just disturbing, as usual. And why is that one hot white dude letting his hair get so long? He looks like he's about to try out for a 70's musical.

Without a Trace - Great show, good episode. Loved the ending.

Why Do You Ask?

Yes, I did eat a piece of cold pizza (from a frozen pizza T and I shared last night) at my desk while frantically trying to finish 2 things at once before leaving for an all-afternoon mediation and get pizza sauce on my pretty blue shirt.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Today's Quote

"I'm only 25 so I don't think of myself as an icon, yet."
-Jessica Simpson

Wednesday, February 08, 2006


1. I'm a hypocrite (not to be confused with a hippo, which would be an understandable error).
Every evening when I turn onto my street, I am close to livid because my neighbors have taken to parking an ugly white truck with a cab in front of their yard/house. Never mind that I have a dead car parked in front of my house - at least it's cute.

And - I was secretly noting how lazy a woman at Walgreen's is the other day after she pulled out of her parking space and into one that had just become available - 4 SPACES CLOSER to the door. Never mind that I often pick up the phone and call T's cell phone while we are both in the same house.

2. I wasted perfectly good food.
By "perfectly good" I mean that someone would have eaten it, but not me or T. We had 3 bananas left from the last grocery store run and they were getting quite brown. The day I walked into the kitchen and was struck by the sickly sweet smell of banana was the day I threw them away. I felt guilty, horrible in fact. I knew that if I was starving I would eat them in a heartbeat. And I thought about giving them to Mom with which to make banana bread. But I'm not starving and I might've gagged trying to choke one of those things down. And Mom just recently made banana bread; I'm guessing they've had enough to last them for a while.

3. I squandered an opportunity.
We get frequent updates on recent IN supreme court cases. When the one that was so popular around here on promissory estoppel came down, I noticed it right away and thought about how we could use it in one of the cases I'm working on. But I didn't say anything to the partner with whom I'm working on the case. I'm not sure why. I didn't think I was right? I wasn't sure exactly how we'd work it in so I didn't want to bring it up? I'm a moron? No telling. But hours later he walked into my office all, "did you see that promissory estoppel case?" Yep. I could've impressed him by beating him to the punch, but didn't.

In opposite news, I volunteered to represent our firm at some luncheon this weekend during some convention we (part) sponsored. The partner who is responsible for our sponsorship likely appreciates me stepping up. I've even agreed to say a few words. (After I vomit in the bathroom). Not the same partner, but maybe the whole karma thing will balance me out. A suit on a Saturday should count for something.

*They're pretty benign this week, kids. Apologies to those of you looking for juicy stuff...

Public Service Announcement

It has come to my attention that some people are using the "word" STATEMENTIZE as though it were a real word.

Ex = We are still trying to get in touch with the witness to statementize her.

This is just not right, people; it must stop now.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006


Not sure why I feel compelled to comment on this, but then again why do I feel compelled to publicly comment on anything at all?

Britney is trying to defend her decision to drive down the freeway with her infant son held between her body and the steering wheel of her SUV. While I'm inclined to believe that she could fear for her safety or life when being chased by paparazzi, I don't believe that's what happened here. Why? Because the pictures show a seemingly able-bodied adult black man (I'll assume her bodyguard) in the passenger seat next to her. She couldn't ask him to strap little Sean into the carseat? Makes no sense.

Station Break

I'm interrupting the normal foolishness to blog about something serious for a moment. I don't normally blog about legal stuff here. Plenty of other blogs do that and I'm much happier babbling on about, well, not much of anything.

Just a quick note that our state supreme court published an opinion (pdf) last week that makes it more difficult to avoid the statute of frauds through use of the promissory estoppel exception. Why am I noting it? No reason, other than the decision just came to my attention today and impacts some stuff I'm working on.

The decision, in my opinion, stops just short of holding that not only is an injury so substantial as to constitute an unjust and unconscionable injury required, but also that the law requires the injury to be independent from the benefit of the bargain and resulting incidental expenses and inconvenience. The court dangles that out there as the holding, then indicates that our court of appeals seems to have decided some cases absent the independent injury requirement. It goes on to decide the case on other grounds.

The message is clear, though: it's getting tougher in Indiana to avoid the requirements of the statute of frauds through the use of promissory estoppel.


T: (coming in to sit on my bed after we'd already said goodnight) Could [my friend] come stay here if she needed a place to stay for a couple of days?
Me: Why would she need a place to stay for a couple days?
T: Because her parents are awful and mean.
Me: I don't mind if she stays here, but I won't hide here whereabouts from her parents.
T: OK.

So what's the deal? I thought I was awful and mean; have the 2 of them decided I'm the lesser of 2 evils? Maybe it's just easier to deal with 1 busy mean parent instead of 2. I happen to know that both T and her friend are 2 of the most spoiled young teenagers around. That their favorite hobby is to sit around and trash talk their parents just drives me nuts.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Define Sex

I thought I'd start Monday off right with a hot topic to wake you up. Maybe bloggers covered this topic back in the Clinton era, but I didn't even know what a blog was then so I missed it. A recent conversation has made me curious where everyone stands on this, so comment anonymously if you must, but tell me what you think.

I'd just like to know if you consider oral sex to be sex. I have to confess that I don't, but I know that sounds a little nutty. It's just that I think the word "sex" refers essentially to intercourse. You wouldn't go to work and say "I had sex last night" if you'd had oral sex, would you? Or if you did, your buddies would think you meant intercourse until you clarified.

It's not that I think this distinction makes a huge difference; it's mostly semantics. And I wouldn't want my daughter to be engaging in any of it, though I realize teens use my thinking to rationalize some of their extra-curricular behavior.

Dictionary.com includes the "Sexual Intercourse" definition, but also one that reads "The sexual urge or instinct as it manifests itself in behavior," which I think is an odd definition. I do think oral sex is "sexual activity," in that it relates to sex - I just don't think it is sex.

For the record, it's a given that none of this matters much to any activities occurring in my life these days, I just thought I'd throw it out there and see if you guys wanted to kick it around a bit. Happy Monday!

I Couldn't Sleep at All Last Night

I had a tough time sleeping last night. I stayed awake for hours, trying different tricks to fall asleep like deep breathing and counting backwards from 100, and then 200. My mind was racing, mostly with worries about work.

When I did sleep, I had crazy dreams, which always makes me feel unrested in the morning. The topic of choice was work, followed at a close second by T. In one, T told me her good friend from grade school got "wasted" at an event they had just attended together.

So much for getting to bed early.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Super Nothing Update

I actually watched almost all of the 1st half. I'm going to bed now, just as the 4th quarter is beginning. Last I looked Pittsburgh was up 14-10 and I'll say only this: if they win I hope it's by more than 7 points, because that 1st touchdown did NOT look like a touchdown to me. I'm just sayin'.

T is rooting for the Seahawks, as I suppose I am (hi to Tia Beek in Seattle!). She's gonna watch the whole thing and I'll attempt to get the full report from her in the morning, which might be difficult as her morning standard is a grunt accompanied by an eyeroll.

And, apropos of nothing...this looks like a great litigation blog. I've added it to my favorites and to the links here.

In an Effort to Cheer Myself Up...

I present to you...Banana in sunny San Diego:

Super Nothing

I probably won't watch the Super Bowl. It's not that I'm bitter, but the way we went out was just so disappointing. I stopped paying attention to football as soon as the Colts lost and as of a few days ago I couldn't name the 2 teams going head to head tonight.

I've got relatives who live in Seattle and I have a good friend who is an enormous Steelers fan. They are 2 great teams and I have a feeling it'll be a good game. All of which means I could potentially get interested in the game if I sat down in front of it.

But there are other things to do, and in order to avoid too many re-hashings in my mind of our awful loss to Pittsburgh, I'll probably avoid it. I do hope, however, that all you football fans who sit down to cheer someone on tonight are treated to a great game.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

All "in" fun

-In my car CD player: Kid Rock

-In my home CD player: Sade

-In the office: Me

-In Indy, where the days of 40-50 degrees are over and it is snowing: Me, and most of you...

-In trouble: Me, with T, for partying too much this week; T, with me, for her crappy attitude about grades (her laptop is temporarily confiscated)

-In-line skates: never tried them

-In town: My aunt from Arizona, one of the funniest, sweetest, most outgoing people I've ever met; We're getting together with the fam later to hang out with her and eat pizza (no pepperoni for T)

-In love: Nope

-In lust: Nunya

-In blog crush: With Fresh?, of course

-Indecisive: Yes

-In my stomach: Oatmeal - Cinnamon and Spice

-In Richard Lewis' nurse's unusually big vagina: Larry David's cell phone, and possibly Mickey Mantle's baseball

Friday, February 03, 2006

Thursday/Friday Confessions

You should be so lucky. No way, kids.

On an unrelated note, I hear yesterday was Groundhog Day. Thanks to the 1 of you who sent me a Happy Groundhog Day card - so sweet. And does anyone know what Pux-a-whatever did yesterday? I asked T this morning, but she just grunted.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

As soon as you are born...

...your body begins the process of dying.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Secret Message to Kelly P.

-We miss you.
-I hope I find a $20 bill.
-I'm considering spilling a martini in my lap in your honor.

About Me

Approaching Middle Age
Dabbling in Blogdom

Tear Down The Walls

Today's Song Lyric

All you do is call me, I'll be anything you need

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Blawgs I Read

(Fresh Pepper)
In the Agora
Do Not Overmix
From Engineer to Lawyer
Failure to Comprehend
Favorable Dicta
A Girl Walks Into a Bar(exam)
the imbroglio
Indiana Barrister
The Indiana Law Blog
IndyLaw Net
Legal Underground
The Menagerie
Mother in Law
The Neutral Zone Trap
Obiter Dictum
Screaming Bean
SC Trial Law Blog
Taking Down Words

Blogs I Read

About a Nurse
advanced maternal age
Be The Boy
code blog: tales of a nurse
Deb, hatched
Go Fug Yourself
Going Bananas
The Great Spirit
Jelly Beans...
Martinis, Persistence...
Overheard in New York
The Perils of Being in 3D
Post Secret
preaching to the perverted
Ruth's Blog
...the slack daily
Texas T-bone
30 Something Baby Doc
Unnamed Source
Waiting for the Punchline


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