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Thursday, June 29, 2006

Sissy Girl

Every day on my way to work, I drive around a particular curve on the interstate. If I accidentally happen to be going over 70mph, I find myself slowing down a good 5-10 mph to safely take the curve.

What's funny is that every time I do that, I distinctly remember taking that same curve in my parents' minivan, when I was about 16 years old, at 90mph. I remember this because the boy in the car with me at the time said, "you don't bar the speed limit, do you?" (Roughly translated, that means I'd impressed him, which was not an easy thing to do).

I don't think I was one of those teenagers who thinks the are "invincible," but I can't for the life of me today fathom how I managed to drive like that without giving it a second thought. I must be losing my "smooth."

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Heaven on Earth

Loooooooooong day - over.

Home.

Wine.

TV.

PJ's.

Zzzzzzzz....

Power to the People

After managing to muddle my way through 2nd chair in a jury trial in May, I thought I could handle anything. Getting through that first-time experience did help to alleviate some of my jitters in other relatively less stressful situations. But for many reasons I've been struggling with nervousness about my upcoming depositions (taking one in the morning, defending another in the afternoon).

So I did what any new attorney worth her salt who wants to be respected and taken seriously would do: I went out and bought* a power red bra and matching panties, which are sure to give me just the boost I need. Bet counsel hasn't anticipated that.

*You're right, I don't have time to shop, but it couldn't be avoided. T is headed to Seattle bright and early Thursday morning, so we had to get some last minute items.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

How Do You Like Them Apples?

-Jonathan?
-Wax?
-Wooden? (my personal fave)

Just as Good; Maybe Better



It's becoming clear that I'm no Wonder Woman; I'll be cracking under the pressure soon it if doesn't let up a bit. But I can pray someone sends me the strength of Marge Simpson. And if not the strength, then the hair.

Monday, June 26, 2006

Same Ol' Shit, Squared

I knew going in that this week was going to be a tough one. It's jam packed full of things I need to accomplish and I am woefully unprepared for most of them. I spent most of the day hiding in a conference room, trying desperately to prepare for 2 depositions on Wednesday. I'll do the same tomorrow, but I need about 3 more days like that to really be prepared. Ain't gonna happen. Tonight I'm writing a Response to a lengthy motion that needs to be filed tomorrow.

For added fun, T had an orthodontist appointment today, to which we were late. Result? Her jaw hasn't moved a bit because she hasn't been wearing her rubber bands. Great. She's headed out of town for almost a month, too, so I really won't be able to control whether she wears them or not. I informed her those braces are staying put until we get the results we want, and so if she wants them off she better start following directions.

Also just for grins, my eyeglasses broke right in my hands today. I have a gazillion documents to review in the next 24+ hours, broken glasses, and no time to replace or repair them. Lovely.

I expected this week to be rough. I have too much on my plate. I'm nervous about one of my depositions Wednesday for many reasons. I tried to steel myself for the load, but I just keep getting hit with things I didn't expect, and it's draining me. (The examples above don't really count; they're just minor annoyances - though the glasses thing really didn't do much for my morale).

My firm belief that I could make it through this week has been shaken. Are you the gambling type? If so, place your bet on which event has the best chance of being the next low point of my week:

a) I burst into tears in the office of one of the partners.
b) I burst into tears during either of Wednesday's depositions, in a room full of male attorneys.
c) I commit legal malpractice.
d) I get fired.

I'd give "e) I burst into tears in the car with T," as a choice, but I already did that today. Pick a new low point.

For Amanda*



I effing LOVE Wonder Woman. But I am not she, on so many levels.

*Thanks for putting up with my sh*t.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Happy Birthday, Tommy!!!

The Little Things

For the past couple months, I've been unable to listen to my Yahoo Launchcast station at work. I was convinced that our IT department had finally completely blocked my efforts.

Today I decided to try again - success!! This has thus far made my day; let's hope it contributes to my productivity today. A big thanks to the God of music streaming.

Friday, June 23, 2006

What I've Become

Amanda called me on my cell phone yesterday morning while I was at work. Our conversation went a little something like this:

Me: Hello?
Amanda: Hey girl what are you doin'?
Me: Working.
Amanda: Yeah, I accidentally overslept today. (Moment of silence...)
Me: Did you just call me at 8:45 in the morning just to chat?!?
Amanda: Actually, no I didn't...because that would be UNHEARD OF, wouldn't it?? (laughter)

Sigh. Aren't I awful? I mean, I was really floored that my sweet friend might have called me just to shoot the breeze. For purposes of full disclosure, we are in very frequent communication with each other almost every day, but that's usually by e-mail. At 8:45am yesterday, when I was frantically trying to be productive, it was momentarily unfathomable to me that someone would think I was going to hang out on the phone and chit-chat. Poor girl.

Such is life. I feel like things aren't always going to be this way, though. Somewhere in late April work spiraled out of control and my ability to regain some control seems just beyond my reach. I do feel the potential is there, though. Maybe it's that (misguided) belief that we can actually restore some normalcy to our lives that allows busy attorneys to stay put in our demanding jobs for so long.

That said, it's not all work and no play around here. Our annual firm golf outing begins in a few hours and later this evening I'm headed to see Tom Petty. Keep the beer cart coming, I always say.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Just Lovely





My sweet Banana, playing in the rain, taking after her Tia and her Prima ...ok, and her Mom. More here.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Free at Last

My fantastic parents have offered to loan me money to pay off my major credit card debt. I declined at first, not wanting to be a bother. Then I double-checked what I've been paying a month recently in finance charges, and began singing another tune.

Mom wrote the check today and I am ecstatic!!! I see an end in sight to my debt (other than mortgage and school loans, of course), and it's a great feeling.

I'll be saving so much money over the next year that maybe I should go ahead and spring for a limo to Friday's concert. Heh.

Thanks, guys! You rock.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things."

We were driving to the mall the other day, each listening to our own chosen musical selection. I had the radio on, and in the passenger seat next to me, T was singing along to something in her iPod, one earbud in and one earbud out.

I wasn't paying too much attention, and then all the sudden* one lyric ended with a forceful, "fuck!"

Me: What did you just say?
T: (repeats the last 3 or 4 words of the song)
Me: T!!!
T: That's what the words to the song are!
Me: (incredulous) I think you just crossed a line that I would prefer you not to cross.

I was serious then, and I stand by it. But I've been thinking about it some. She's 15. I was certainly cussing when I was 15. Not openly in front of my parents, though, which is the part that concerns me.

But why is that, exactly? There is, of course, the issue of respect for parents and elders, but she's not too big on being respectful to me in most other ways, so I'm not sure why this is so important to me. And frankly, if I know she cusses, then isn't it a little silly and/or hypocritical to not allow her to do it in front or me? (Especially given that she likely learned some of it from me).

It seems to me that perhaps if I am realistic about it and let her be open with it, she'll be more likely to be open with me about other things. Then again, I'm not really too keen on driving around while my daughter belts out obscenities in the seat next to me. Maybe I should be more concerned with the fact that her current musical obsession is Anti-Flag.

*Dad says I don't say/use this phrase correctly - oops!

Monday, June 19, 2006

I'm Not Even Juggling



I'm just trying to plug up leaks after they spring. At any moment the whole damn (dam?) thing is just gonna burst....

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Happy Father's Day, Papa!!!

Men Can Be Very Confused

"Eh, too many options: be an astronaut, be a playboy..."

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Oh, for the love of God...

File under things that make no sense: scheduling 2 days of CLEsin Las Vegas, with classes starting at 9am both days. 9am! In Vegas! Oy.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Things I'd Never Before Seen

1. An Oyster Cajun Shooter (shot of raw oyster, pepper vodka, cocktail sauce, horseradish, who knows what else)

2. Earrings consisting of one Scrabble tile each (I hear you can tell alot about a person by what letter they choose to wear)

3. A woman named Freedom

Is it ok if I take my shoes off?

Because I think my toes are bleeding.*

*Read this to mean we are having a blast in Louisville...

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Customer Service

I'm a sucker for good customer service, even if it comes after someone has screwed something up for me. I recently had to deal with St. Vincent's billing department and I was less than pleased. You may remember T had a CT scan many months ago, due to a run-in with a classmate's knee and a school physical therapist who overreacted. Our insurance sucks and we were responsible for several hundred dollars due to our deductible.

I spoke with a not-very-friendly woman @ St. V's who indicated I could make 3 payments. I sent the first right away but because they didn't send me a bill or a statement, I forgot to send the 2nd the next month. I immediately got a letter - I know it was a form letter, but it pissed me off - indicating that I was being uncooperative and they were going to send the invoice to collections, yadda yadda. Most of the letter didn't apply to me, as we had already reached an agreement. I was late with 2nd payment, but I didn't appreciate the tone of the letter - and they tacked on a $20 late fee. I fumed for a couple of days and then simply paid the balance, minus the $20. Several weeks later I got a bill for the $20 with threats to keep adding additional late fees. I cannot express my frustration over this. I paid the entire balance faster than originally agreed upon and now they were going to waste resources going after their stupid late fee.

I always try to pick my battles and after more fuming I decided since my time and energy are in short supply I should just pay it and be done with it. The memo line on my check is titled "For_______." Instead of putting my invoice number I put, "good question." That'll teach 'em, I'm sure.

I had a better customer service experience yesterday. I spend a RIDICULOUS amount of time both online and on the telephone with Linksys, in an effort to get my laptop hooked up to our wireless network at home. I think I went through 3 online chats and telephone discussions with 2 different agents, mostly through no fault of theirs. During the 1st "chat," though, the agent simply stopped responding. I was irritated but simply got back in "line" to speak with someone else. Linksys generated an automatic e-mail asking me to fill out a short survey regarding my experience. I did, indicating in the comments section that the agent either got cut off or simply stopped responding to me.

In less than 5 minutes, my phone rang. It was a California number. Someone from Linksys was calling to apologize that I'd been cut off and to ask if I'd like to speak with a technical support person to remedy my problem at home. Now that is customer service. I thought it was supremely nice touch and I appreciated the effort. Not to mention that I am back to wireless functioning, so far with minimal complications. I'm looking forward to hanging out on my back deck while surfing the internet (okay, and while working).

Quick Trip

I'm headed to Louisville with the lovely Manda later today for a weekend conference. I'm taking my laptop, but might encounter technical difficulties (see below), and I'm not sure whether there will be internet access.

I'm looking forward to it and it should be a good time - I just wish I wasn't so exhausted. We partied a little the other night and it kicked my butt. I must be getting too old for that; I was completely worthless yesterday and I wish I could spend all day in bed today. No such luck, so I'm doing my best to get geared up for our trip.

Off to work. Have a great weekend everybody.

Don't Touch

I charged my laptop all night by plugging it into the wall in my bedroom. This morning when I unplugged it, the 3rd prong of the plug remained in the wall outlet - what's the deal with that?!?

I had to tell Tori to stay away from it and I'll have to take care of it later. I'm assuming I can just turn the electricity off to my room and then pull it out? I hope so. I might ask my neighbor to help, which I hate to do because he's so helpful already, but I don't want to wind up electrocuting myself.

And then there is the matter of my power cord, which now only has 2 prongs. The 3rd prong didn't break, it's just completely gone, so I think I can continue to use the cord until I replace it. I certainly hope so.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Just Go With It

Why on earth does it feel like Friday?

Monday, June 12, 2006

Love 'em or Hate 'em

Twisty ties:

-Hate 'em. I can never figure out which way they twist or tie. I derive no small measure of satisfaction from throwing them away as soon as I figure out how to unwind them.

Seriously, Ladies...



Can we get a date "calendared," please? It's almost an emergency.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Snippet

Me: What are you contributing to the world today?

T: (cross-legged on her bed, looking up from her laptop) My brain!

Me: In what fashion?

T: By playing Literati...and making it stronger.

Peanut, peanut butter...and jelly







-From Going Bananas

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Saturday Update

In all honesty, I've probably procrastinated more than I've worked today. Sigh. I'm so good at procrastination; it's my curse. Today's evil tools of time wastage included Solitaire, Hearts, and a Making the Band 3 marathon (not to mention blogging).

But now - no more card games, and the marathon is over. Sade is playing and I'm camped out in the family room. The back door is open and I'm looking out over lush green grass, tons of trees, and the occasional bunny rabbit hopping across my backyard through the light rain showers. I'm gonna buckle down for the next couple of hours and really try to knock out the rest of this submission.

Also, T is doing laundry. Yes, laundry. She even put one of my nightshirts in her last load - imagine that! Happy weekend, folks.

Bizarre Marketing Campaign

I noticed the other day that the little piece of paper that comes attached to the "wings" of the sanitary napkins (pads, people) I buy* now says, "Have a Happy Period." Have a happy period??? Wtf? I mean, I guess I appreciate the sentiment, but it seems a little weird. And I thought it was kinda funny how they put it in such an inconspicuous place. Then I saw an Always commercial today and I realized that's their new marketing campaign. I don't like it, but then, they didn't ask me.

And if they hadn't completely lost me with the have a happy period bit, they totally turned me off when I checked out the website. A little message, presumably to women, starts out, "This is the time of month that chocolate was created for." Gag. First of all, could we not leave the "for" dangling out there like that? Second of all, I'm a woman - and I DON'T LIKE CHOCOLATE. Now, I know I'm in the minority on this, but it starts to get awfully irritating after a while that everyone assumes that because I'm female I must live for the next moment when I can stuff something the color of sh*t down my throat.

That same little message on the website also goes on with some b.s. about my period being the time of the month when the world should know about it if something is even slightly annoying to me, and also states that there's no inappropriate time or place to cry. Stop. So just because women have to deal with a biological function that messes with their hormones a bit, they have some license to behave like raving lunatics EVERY MONTH?!? I do not subscribe to that line of thinking, and I'm dismayed that it is the focus of a marketing campaign. And let me clarify this point for you: there are inappropriate times and places to cry. Trust me on this.

By the way, before you get cute in the comments - no, - it is not that time of the month for me.

*Yes, people, I have periods. Most women do. I know we're only supposed to talk about such things amongst other women, or on cheesy commercials. But it's my blog. And all the men who read it either have daughters, wives, girlfriends, sisters, or mothers - so I'm sure everyone can handle it.

Not Necessarily a Post*

This isn't really a post, just a sort of rambling free flow before I get down to work for the day; feel free to skip it. For starters, it's already after noon and I haven't started working yet. Ugh. But once again, I slept too late - 9:30a - to get a jump start on the day.

Thanks for the thoughts on yesterday's post. Frankly, I wasn't really complaining, just listing my issues as a sort of explanation for why I hadn't posted in a couple days. Everyone has issues, I know that. But those are mine, well, some of mine, and a combination of them kept me from my self-imposed blogging duties.

Not to mention that you guys missed the most important part - I got a CHECK CARD. Seriously, I don't want one. Not at all. I like writing checks, something about the tangibleness of it and having to go through the procedure makes me really think about it before spending the money. With the check card, it's just too easy. And I'm likely to lose some of those damn receipts, which would be bad news. My card came a couple days ago and instructed me to use it at an ATM before trying to make purchases with it. So this morning after my shower I took off for the bank to break in my card and deposit some checks. And of course, it didn't work. Lucky for me my credit union has some Saturday hours so I got to speak with a real live person when I called to figure out what the problem was. Seems the genius who submitted my application used my daughter's account number instead of mine. They'd issued me a check card for T's account, which doesn't even have a checking account. Oy vey. The super nice lady I spoke with fixed it for me in about 10 minutes, though, and I have officially joined whatever century it is. I'll continue to pay my bills with checks, though, until "they" stop letting me.

Today is rainy and chilly, which is good because I have tons of work to do. I just chopped up some strawberries and bananas for T, who will hopefully eat them if she ever decides to get out of bed. (It's yucky, I have to work, there's really no reason to make her get up...). Off to attempt to finish drafting a medical malpractice submission due this week. I'd love to get my draft done today, and I'm gonna give it the ol' college try. Wish me luck.

*Not Necessarily the News was great. Best part? Sniglets.

Friday, June 09, 2006

Still Alive

Just having issues. To name a few:

1. House issues
2. Yard issues
3. Daughter issues
4. Mother issues (me, not mine)
5. Health issues (I'm sure it's arthritis)
6. Job issues
7. Car issues (multiple)
8. Faith issues
9. Family issues
10. Did I mention job issues?
11. Lovelife issues (or lack thereof)
12. Debt issues
13. Zit issues

You?

In other news, the times they are a-changin'. First, I had Chinese for lunch yesterday - on my own initiative and all by myself. It's never happened before. Second, I finally did it - I applied for and received a check card. Now, not only can I have ridiculous credit card debt, I can now more easily have an empty checking account. Joy. New lyrics later - I'm working!

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

You Make the Call

I arrived at work around quarter 'til seven this morning. I worked my *ss off almost all day and left around 5:40pm, with plenty of work to do, but refusing to take bring any of it home. (Not gonna do it. Isn't gonna happen.)

I got home just before 6pm, talked with T for a minute, and headed out to my back deck to catch some rays and relax a bit. At 6:27 I heard the back screen door open. I knew it was T and I knew she wanted something, which I guessed was permission to do something with GCB. Wrong.

T: Could I possibly request to have some laundry done?

Deep. Breath. I suggested she do it herself. That went over like a lead balloon. I directed her to at least separate her clothes into piles; she said she'd "try." When I called my lovely daughter from work at THREE O'CLOCK in the afternoon today, she was still in bed.* Let's put it to a vote: should I do T's laundry for her, or require her to do it herself? You make the call.

*Yes, a good Mom would have arranged for her daughter to stay busy over summer break. T has fantastic plans for a good portion of the summer, but for various reasons her June is largely free. Save suggestions for summer activities for another post, please.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

I Have More Questions* (but not about eyeballs)

1. Is someone policing these people who are supposedly assessing and repairing all the "hail damaged roofs" around Indy? There are a kabillion signs in yards around my neighborhood from a couple of companies apparently doing all the roof repair work around here. The roofs look fine from down here, though I admit I'm no expert. How do we know they're not just getting fat off the insurance money and pretending to find problems? Who's the watchdog?

2. If you have more than one horse hoof, you have hooves. So how come if you have more than one roof you don't have rooves?

*If you're looking for answers, you've come to the wrong place.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Today's Questions

1. When your eyes are closed, do you sometimes move them quickly from left to right or up to down, in order to slosh the fluid around and make those little squiggly things look like they're swimming?

2. If you had something tattooed on the inside of your eyelids, would you be able to see it when you closed your eyes?

Sunday, June 04, 2006

What I've Become

I've become a party pooper. To wit:

Friday - Early Friday evening a friend from my nursing days called me while I was wrapping things up at work. Her date had bailed and did want to go with her to see Dave Matthews Band at Deer Creek? Of course I did, but I didn't go. I had work to do Saturday and knew I should get to bed early.

Saturday - I turned down an opportunity, on a beeeauuuuutiful Saturday night, to go out with the lovely Kee Kee and some of her friends from work. Dancing might even have been involved. But not for me.

Sunday - Manda repeated her invitation to me and T to join her poolside. She even called while laying out in the sun, despite her sneezing and general inability to breathe. We didn't go. Too much to do.

This is not to say I didn't have a good weekend. Friday T and I watched a movie together (sort of, as she was intermittently IMing during the flick), which was nice. Saturday I enjoyed a baseball game with Kee Kee, T, and GCB on a simply gorgeous spring evening. And today I managed a good hour in the sun on my back deck after making pasta salad. I relaxed enough that at one point I woke myself up with the tiniest little beginning of a snore....

So, I'm not complaining. And I did get some rest in this weekend, which is likely more than some people can say. I'm just feeling a little like a fuddy duddy. I don't think the party in me is gone yet, though - not by a long shot. I'm just having to make smart choices about how I spend my time so that when I AM able to party, I can do it up right.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Movie Review

Movie: Something New

Review: Funny. Hot. Instructive.

Friday, June 02, 2006

I'll Bust His Block

After work (and a fabulous dinner* at Mom and Dad's - thanks, Pops!) I stopped by Blockbuster to rent a movie. (T waited in the car). At the counter, the girl helping me mentioned that I hadn't been to that particular location in a while and asked to see my ID. Then she began reciting my telephone number from the computer screen and asked if it was still accurate - yes. And was I still on such-and-such street? No. So she asked me my address.

I hesitated for a moment, because there was a sort of sketchy looking guy at the counter next to me. He was paying for his movie, and looked like he was about ready to leave, and I convinced myself I was being paranoid anyway. So I told her my address, "5555 So-and-so." The guy immediately busts out with, "That's right up the street from where I live!" I could have died.

The chick then proceeds to ask for my e-mail address. Creepy Creeperson was still hanging around, so I told her "first initial, last name, @ gmail.com". Creepy left and I said to the girl, "well, he can show up at my house but at least he can't e-mail me." She laughed and said she had gotten the feeling that he was listening in. Gee, thanks for asking me for my social security number and bra size, then.

Once in the car, I unintentionally followed the guy all the way back to the turnoff for his street, which, of course, was right down the street from my place. If they find my body in an oversized Buick station wagon, circa 1987, maroon with crappy exterior wood grain panels, you'll know why.

*Steak, not tuna.

Quite a Start

It's Friday and I don't have any meetings of which I'm aware, so I decided to go semi-casual, but didn't want to wear jeans. My pants are capri and my shirt is sleeveless, so given the rain which is supposed to continue all morning and into the afternoon, I needed a jacket - especially since I have lunch plans that will require me to walk in the rain.

I tried on 2 different jackets/blazers to see which looked better with my outfit. I chose one, hung the other one up on my closet door, and promptly drove to work without bringing either one of them with me. I hope this isn't a sign of things to come.

Heinous Crime

I know you don't come here for local news, but I must comment on this morning's top story. As I fell asleep last night, the ten o'clock news was reporting that Indianapolis' murder rate is increasing and is higher now than at this time last year (by 36%, I think).

When I woke up, I was greeted with the news that last night seven people were shot to death in their home on the city's near Eastside. Seven people. Three of them were children, ages 5, 8, and 11. Any murder is a shame and a tragedy. But this crime is particularly heinous and quite chilling. Police believe the suspect(s) did not know the family and have admitted that a home invasion was involved. Not to mention that the prime suspect is at large. I simply cannot comprehend this sort of behavior.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Cannot Imagine

An April 26 automobile collision killed 4 Taylor University students and a school employee. A woman survived the crash and was identified as Laura VanRyn; she's been recovering from a traumatic brain injury for five weeks, family by her side. Yesterday it was confirmed that the survivor was actually VanRyn's classmate, Whitney Cerak.

I simply cannot imagine the whirlwind of emotions with which both families must be dealing. My heart goes out to all of them. I feel an NIED claim coming on...

The VanRyn blog can be found here.


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