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Wednesday, November 29, 2006

To Clarify

Last night, while I was reading books with my lovely niece Banana and T was trying to do her homework amidst a little chaos, my sister, T, and her husband all began making fun of me, claiming that I "like" homework.

I feel the need to set the record straight. I do not like homework. I never have. I did enjoy law school, but the "homework" part of it was no fun.

That is all. Move along.

No Thanks?

On Thanksgiving of both '04 and '05 I posted a (non-exclusive) list of the things for which I am thankful. For various reasons, I didn't do that this year, but I'm still thankful for all those things.

Thanksgiving was certainly a little odd for us this year...my parents were on an overseas cruise; it was the first Thanksgiving I've spent without them. That said, we had a great day. My sister Bobby and her family are currently staying at my folks' house, and her husband is a fantastic cook. With the help of one of his friends, he essentially made our entire Thanksgiving dinner. (I'm admittedly not big on traditional Thanksgiving fare, but there were enough non-traditional dishes that I did not go hungry. My cheeseball was, as always, fantastic. My sister J's rendition of my Mom's yummy asparagus dish was, too. And I hear that Bob's apple pie was delicious).
I enjoyed spending the day with family and I relished taking the entire day off without feeling guilty for it.

Thanksgiving has come and gone, but I was struck today by how extraordinarily thankful I am for the following 3 things:

1. Hot showers. This morning the shower hit me just right and I reflected for a moment how hideous getting ready for work would be if I couldn't start the process with a hot shower.

2. My eyesight. Self-explanatory.

3. That I am not a police officer in Queens. Sad story, and one that is apparently way less news-worthy than Britney's twat or anything to do with Anna Nicole.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Why, Indeed

I don't consider myself a prude. And I try not to get too worked up about silly things that don't matter. Save your energy, choose your battles, and all that.

But yesterday, after a great day hanging out with family and enjoying the Thanksgiving holiday, I noticed something that completely irked me. T had been reading the latest Seventeen magazine and I picked it up to check out the latest drivel. Do you know who's on the cover? Paris Hilton.

Paris Hilton. I'm pissed. Maybe it's not rational of me, but I'm pissed just the same. The cover says something about how Paris thinks people shouldn't judge her. I haven't read the article yet. Maybe the "message" is that people shouldn't judge each other, shouldn't make assumptions about one another. It's a message I support, but I still think Paris is an incredibly poor choice for the cover of the magazine.

I expressed my dismay and T seemed to disagree. I tried explaining that Paris was famous simply for being rich and outrageous; T said she knew about the "video" but she still couldn't understand why I was upset. After I argued that Paris has no "redeeming value" and shouldn't be on the cover of a magazine whose target audience is impressionable teenage girls, T wondered aloud why they would choose her for the magazine cover if there was any truth to what I was saying. Ha.

The almighty dollar rules again. Forget role models for our kids and figure out what ridiculous obsessions and curiosities we can feed to sell more magazines.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

I'm Soooooooo Busy

Ha! I am busy, but I didn't intend the title as a first person statement. Instead, I'm making fun of someone I've encountered in my "professional" life who is apparently so busy she can't take the time to even make an attempt at spelling a few words right in e-mails she sends. We're talking an attorney. Sending e-mails to colleagues. Using some punctuation and capitalization here and there, so not going for a total e e cummings sort of thing. And yet, words run together and simple words are completely jumbled and misspelled.

Hey, I get busy. And sometimes when Outlook automatically spellchecks I impatiently hit "ignore, ignore, ignore" so it will just SEND the darn thing already! But really, in work-related e-mails, pretending to be so busy that you can't take the time to mostly type correctly is just dumb.

And if she's truly that busy, which I don't believe, I hope I never wind up that way. I'm certain my twitchy self wouldn't be able to handle such stress, anyway.

Quick Survey

Number pad or number strip?

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Twitchy Woman

I've developed a twitch. It's just under my left eye. It first started on Thursday. I also had a horrible headache most of that day, so I figured the 2 were related and the twitch would go away. Headache is gone, twitch is not.

I'm not sure what to do about this new development. I can't control it and when I'm talking to someone I wonder if they can see it, and hope they can't.

Um, just did a quick online search. Chinese folk culture says a twitch on the left eye means one is going to lose money. Great. *twitch, twitch* *twitch*

Friday, November 17, 2006

Friday's Confessions

1. I don't care why Tom Cruise didn't invite Oprah to his wedding.

2. I have been eating like there is no tomorrow. Something internal is telling the rest of my body to pack on a layer of blubber for the winter. The only problem is that I'm not a whale or any other animal that might require such a precaution. It might be nice, though, if I could hibernate for the winter. I don't want to be in a coma, mind you (be careful what you wish for), but if I could stay comfortably snuggled under my down comforter for a couple of months, reading books and having things taken care of for me by a cabana boy or something, I probably would.

3. I am lame. Okay, you knew this one - so it's not really a confession. I just wanted to put it out there so you don't feel bad when you think it after checking to see if there's a new post. I've been busy. And tired. And hungry. Sunday I had family and a couple of friends over to watch the game; I spent all weekend making the house presentable for that, but we had a good time so it was worth it. Monday I was in a mediation all day in Elwood - but we settled a case set for trial in mid-January - woohoo! Tuesday were depositions in Shelbyville; it was like stepping back in time, and not in a good way. Wednesday, pre-trial conference in Noblesville in yet another case. I've since been running around trying to catch up from already being behind and from being out of the office so much this week. And check out tomorrow's plans: T and I are guests of a partner and his wife to the Notre Dame/Army game. No problem, right? Right...except we have to arrive at his house by 7am, convoy up, tour the campus, attend the game down the last victory song or something like that, attend a military reception/reunion of some sort, and dinner reservations for 10 people at 7pm. Don't forget the drive home. Should be fun - but I'm tired just thinking about it!

Do you have anything you'd like to confess? Speak now or forever be haunted by your own conscience...

Sunday, November 12, 2006

I Don't Do Math

And I'm not even going to get into the abysmal state of my retirement savings to date. But even those of you with your ducks in a row might enjoy messing around with numbers at this website. I did - and not just because I'm procrastinating doing my work. It may even inspire me to make some changes. Time will tell.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

In My Humble Opinion

"Labriola" is not a good name for a company that deals chiefly in yeast-y products. They are just one lost "rol" away from....

I'm just sayin'.

NCAA College Basketball Season Preview

Your favorite NCAA College Basketball blog is back in action for the 2006-2007 season. Coming soon are conference breakdowns, predictions, and top 25's from one of the smartest people and definitely the most intense sports enthusiasts I know.

Ultimate College Basketball Guide - check it out.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Vote

Early & often.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Third to Last

3) Third to last thing I need: the television pictured below, which I got yesterday.* It's a 42 inch Samsung, and we are quite happy with it - especially T, who finally got to move her own TV out of the family room and up to her room. And...it's a housewarming gift - woohoo! Thanks, Mama and Papa!


2) Second to last thing I need: dinner at Don Pablo's consisting of 2 cheese and onion enchiladas and nearly half a bowl of queso, which I had with T tonight. (The quality time was great, the food was definitely not needed).

1) Last thing in the world I need: this, of course.

*Yes, that's our Marion County clerk pictured. I am oddly fascinated by the current local government channel, which is showing instructions for poll workers for tomorrow's elections. No, that piece of "furniture" under the TV is not intended for permanent use.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Realization

I wish I were Dharma. I think I'm Greg.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

The Nature of Litigation

What you thought was resolved is not. What you think will never resolve, does.

Thursday's Confessions (back despite absent demand)

This week's confessions have somewhat of a retro theme:

1. I use hot rollers. I know, this is so 80's. I broke them out a couple of weeks ago after over a year of no use. I can't help liking them, though. I can throw them in my hair and then continue walking around and getting ready, as opposed to standing around curling my hair. The curls stay much longer, too, than those created with a curling iron. I'm sure hot rollers aren't hip, but I never claimed to be hip.

2. I sleep with a teddy bear. My great aunts gave me "Cuddles" when I was in grade school. Why would I turn my back on such a faithful companion? He may be the most reliable man I know.

3. I say "fiddle." And not just when I'm talking about an instrument. Somewhere along the way I was looking for a substitute for the usually more offensive "f word." Somehow, and much to my surprise, "fiddle" stuck. Maybe it's my version of 'fiddlesticks.' T is quite amused that I've adopted this practice. Once again, you should clearly not be coming here if you are looking for hip. Hips, yes. Hip, no.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

The Day After

Did you survive Halloween? I left work early to be around for any early evening trick-or-treaters. I brought work home with me, but managed somehow not to do any of it. T had "crew call" for an upcoming school production until 6pm, but there was plenty of candy to pass out once she got home. We had a fair number of trick-or-treaters, but we didn't run out of candy like I did last year (probably because I bought about three times as much as I did last year).

At the end of the night we had a special visitor:




Something tells me the "Airheads" were a hit - and I'm not talking about the people in the pictures! Happy day after Halloween!


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