officially! The bar requires an in depth background check of all potential attorneys seeking to be barred in California. I passed. Go me!
Now, the only thing between me and the taking over of the world is a three day (18 hour) test for which I'm not anywhere near prepared, and the statistics of passing are not as favorable as some odds I've seen on long-shot horses. Okay, it's not that messed up, but only 75% of first time test takers pass, and the passing grade would be a failing grade in the real world...but in the real world, I would look up the answer in a book or in a case, not try to tell you the law from my brain. Because I'm gonna be a responsible professional (I passed that earlier).
Okay, I've got to finish folding laundry so that I can fold some more laundry and then pretend to study.
P.S. I am pleased with this year's American Idol winner. I'm not sure how that makes me feel about my life...
P.P.S. First post without a spelling error when spell checked.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
I totally stole this!
Thanks to Laurie for the link, I just had to know who I really am:
Your Score: The Geek
You scored 50 anxiety, 78 awkwardness, and 58 neuroticism!
Your Score: The Geek
You scored 50 anxiety, 78 awkwardness, and 58 neuroticism!
You stick out like a sore thumb, with your social awkwardness and mildly neurotic behaviors--but you don't let it get you down! You are The Geek, and are here to prove that people who know the first 1000 digits of pi and try to woo dates by talking about calculators can be happy too! You have friends...and they are probably just as odd as you.
Your low anxiety score implies that you are able to relax, can enjoy the here and now, and have a healthy amount of self-confidence.
Your high awkwardness score implies that you are socially inept, probably stick out from the crowd, and perhaps feel uncomfortable in large groups of people, such as at parties. Your high neuroticism score implies that you exhibit neurotic behaviors--probably fanatic obsessions, counting compulsions, or other geekish tendencies. You may know every word to LOTR, or draw anime of all your friends.
See the other results!
For the original test go to this site.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tooting my horn
Okay, so sorry for the delay, but I wanted to let everyone know I officially graduated on Saturday. I now have extra letters after my name. Go me! And now for the semi-bragging, I graduated cum laude (top 15%). Yeah for me! I worked really hard and if I had tried a little hard this last semester, I probably could have been higher, but so what?
Now I am studying for the bar. It is not fun and I don't want to talk about. Nor do I seem to want to do it. Today is the first day I made it to the library to study after class, and all I've managed to do is surf the internets. Mind you, I haven't had a connect to the internet since Friday when our stupid cable company did something stupid and I haven't been able to get on the world wide web since then. So, now I'm at the library with the wifi and the distraction and here I am, updating my blog.
For graduation weekend, my mom & dad, sister & niece, and the boy's parents all came to see me. It was exhausting. Mostly because mom, dad, sister & niece all stayed with me and the boy, so the boy and I slept on an air mattress in the living room. Oh, and graduation was at 9 am, which meant we had to be there by 7:45 am. What is wrong with people? I had to rent a minivan. I'm not really minivan material quite yet. It is too big and I can't see out the windows. It was good to see my family, but it was also good to see them go. I just haven't felt like I've had time to myself, not that I do now, with the bar studying.
However, I would simply state that my niece is very cute and getting somewhat speedy on the crawling and grabbing and general fascination which everything she's not supposed to touch. She also did not cry at all through my two plus hour graduation. She slept. I wanted to, too. We also took her for her first "swim" in our apartment pool. She didn't cry at all, except when we put the sunscreen on her before we went down stair. It was largely because she wanted to play with the sunscreen stick, but she wasn't allowed because it was necessary to hold the stick in order to apply the sunscreen. See the dilemma. Apparently, her newest "trick" is to cry when she doesn't get what she wants. It's hard for my sister because she tries to not give in, but then there are six other adults who aren't her parents around giving in.
For those of you who care, my dad won the election he was in. It was a very big deal to him, and thus to me and my family. I'm terribly proud of my dad and who he is. Politics, however, you stink, despite your provision of my earliest jobs.
Anyway, much love to the two of you still reading.
Now I am studying for the bar. It is not fun and I don't want to talk about. Nor do I seem to want to do it. Today is the first day I made it to the library to study after class, and all I've managed to do is surf the internets. Mind you, I haven't had a connect to the internet since Friday when our stupid cable company did something stupid and I haven't been able to get on the world wide web since then. So, now I'm at the library with the wifi and the distraction and here I am, updating my blog.
For graduation weekend, my mom & dad, sister & niece, and the boy's parents all came to see me. It was exhausting. Mostly because mom, dad, sister & niece all stayed with me and the boy, so the boy and I slept on an air mattress in the living room. Oh, and graduation was at 9 am, which meant we had to be there by 7:45 am. What is wrong with people? I had to rent a minivan. I'm not really minivan material quite yet. It is too big and I can't see out the windows. It was good to see my family, but it was also good to see them go. I just haven't felt like I've had time to myself, not that I do now, with the bar studying.
However, I would simply state that my niece is very cute and getting somewhat speedy on the crawling and grabbing and general fascination which everything she's not supposed to touch. She also did not cry at all through my two plus hour graduation. She slept. I wanted to, too. We also took her for her first "swim" in our apartment pool. She didn't cry at all, except when we put the sunscreen on her before we went down stair. It was largely because she wanted to play with the sunscreen stick, but she wasn't allowed because it was necessary to hold the stick in order to apply the sunscreen. See the dilemma. Apparently, her newest "trick" is to cry when she doesn't get what she wants. It's hard for my sister because she tries to not give in, but then there are six other adults who aren't her parents around giving in.
For those of you who care, my dad won the election he was in. It was a very big deal to him, and thus to me and my family. I'm terribly proud of my dad and who he is. Politics, however, you stink, despite your provision of my earliest jobs.
Anyway, much love to the two of you still reading.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Time off
Okay, so I finished my finals on Saturday. Here's how I have spent my time off: making a list of things to do and not really accomplishing them. It's awesome, except that I start my first (of three) bar review classes on Saturday. (BTW, who schedules a bar review class to start on a Saturday????)
Here is a sample of my to do list:
Clean office
Clean living room
Clean bathrooms
Clean bedroom
Clean kitchen
Balance checkbook since October
Plan post-bar trip
Organize files
Pick up graduation robe
In sum, my post finals to do list is LAME (fyi, for those who care the "clean x" portion of the list is all of the rooms in my apartment, and it's gross). So here is what I've accomplished: got drunk (twice), read a fun book, looked at the internet for everything but the vacation, gone to school to help on an article I'm editing for the journal, watched tv, and um... oh I did clean my office and my bedroom. It took WAY too long, but I am cleaning with the intent that it be still good in a week and a half for when my fam roles into town for graduation. My niece is coming! However, she has moved to the stage in life that involves crawling everywhere and sticking everything in her mouth. This means I have to move things like cords and choking hazards to places that she can't get them. Mind you I understand that she comes up to my mid calf and her reach probably goes to my knee, but we are not a baby friendly environment and we have an inordinate amount of wires wandering around the house. This comes from the insistence of the boy of having a home where he can do his work. So inconsiderate.
I also managed to pick up my grad robe. I get to wear a purple hood and that's cool. Apparently the theology PhD.s get blood red hoods, which the guy handing them out pointed out was the most appropriate thing because more wars have been started in the name of religion than anything else. Fairly clever for a guy who almost cut himself twice opening and closing the safety on his box opening razor.
So now, I must stop procrastinating and go to bed, in a very clean room (it's where my parents are going to be sleeping).
PS I'm also now convinced that the online game systems cheat to make me lose too. And not the geek-sheik online world of games like "world of warcraft" but games like yahoo's mahjong.
Here is a sample of my to do list:
Clean office
Clean living room
Clean bathrooms
Clean bedroom
Clean kitchen
Balance checkbook since October
Plan post-bar trip
Organize files
Pick up graduation robe
In sum, my post finals to do list is LAME (fyi, for those who care the "clean x" portion of the list is all of the rooms in my apartment, and it's gross). So here is what I've accomplished: got drunk (twice), read a fun book, looked at the internet for everything but the vacation, gone to school to help on an article I'm editing for the journal, watched tv, and um... oh I did clean my office and my bedroom. It took WAY too long, but I am cleaning with the intent that it be still good in a week and a half for when my fam roles into town for graduation. My niece is coming! However, she has moved to the stage in life that involves crawling everywhere and sticking everything in her mouth. This means I have to move things like cords and choking hazards to places that she can't get them. Mind you I understand that she comes up to my mid calf and her reach probably goes to my knee, but we are not a baby friendly environment and we have an inordinate amount of wires wandering around the house. This comes from the insistence of the boy of having a home where he can do his work. So inconsiderate.
I also managed to pick up my grad robe. I get to wear a purple hood and that's cool. Apparently the theology PhD.s get blood red hoods, which the guy handing them out pointed out was the most appropriate thing because more wars have been started in the name of religion than anything else. Fairly clever for a guy who almost cut himself twice opening and closing the safety on his box opening razor.
So now, I must stop procrastinating and go to bed, in a very clean room (it's where my parents are going to be sleeping).
PS I'm also now convinced that the online game systems cheat to make me lose too. And not the geek-sheik online world of games like "world of warcraft" but games like yahoo's mahjong.
Friday, May 02, 2008
Despite what my gchat message says...
I am procrastinating. My last final is on Saturday (tomorrow) morning at 8:30am. I don't want to study for it any more. Not that I have for the last day & a half. So, to feel like I'm closer to studying, I sit at my computer and have studies related items up and the internet. And some sort of "came with my computer card game." This leads me to the real reason for my post.
I am 95% sure that the free computer version of hearts cheats. How else would the "person" who is giving me cards always get dealt the Queen of Hearts? How is the only way to ruin my perfect hand is for the exact card of the leading "person" just played to be in their hand? How else do you explain my running out of low spades every time when the only "person" left to play is the one with the queen? How is it statistically possible that the cards go that way until I close it and reopen it with a new name? It's like it tracks my play and if I have the possibility of winning more than once it starts to make the other "players" magically good players?
Okay, okay, okay. It's paranoia better spent studying, so I'm gonna go try to do that now.
PS Thanks to the fans who checked in to say they still read me :) I love you guys!
I am 95% sure that the free computer version of hearts cheats. How else would the "person" who is giving me cards always get dealt the Queen of Hearts? How is the only way to ruin my perfect hand is for the exact card of the leading "person" just played to be in their hand? How else do you explain my running out of low spades every time when the only "person" left to play is the one with the queen? How is it statistically possible that the cards go that way until I close it and reopen it with a new name? It's like it tracks my play and if I have the possibility of winning more than once it starts to make the other "players" magically good players?
Okay, okay, okay. It's paranoia better spent studying, so I'm gonna go try to do that now.
PS Thanks to the fans who checked in to say they still read me :) I love you guys!
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
One down, one to go . . .
So, I've taken one final. The harder final. The final that I knew I wasn't prepared for. I didn't bomb it. I just didn't ace it either, but I'm okay with that. It was hard, but I finished. For example of the difficulty here is a paraphrase of the last question, which details removed:
If case X (decided 19xx, p. xxx in text) was decided five years later, what additional issue would the court have had to address and how would that have changed the analysis.
UMMMMM...
Thank goodness it was open book, so I could just start flipping through to read the dates of decision of later cases that might be relevant. I figured out something, and so I could answer the question, but well...we'll see how well.
So, now I have one more test to take. It's a 100 question True/False test. Seriously, I'm a little scared of that because I know that those sorts of questions aren't actually easy when that's all you're being tested on. Especially when it comes to ethics. Ethics very rarely test your knowledge when the issues are black and white. Instead, you have to look at the nuanced gray areas to really determine if you understand the crux of the issue. So, to then get to the issues by asking true/false questions only means that you can't get away with explaining the issue and then making you decision, you have to choose...I don't want to choose...blah.
Other than that, I'm starting bar prep classes in a week and a half. On a Saturday. What the crap? Why couldn't they wait til Monday?
I'm also starting to exercise more. This is good because for the first time in my life I'm really not happy with my body. I'm getting fat in certain areas. I'm clearly not fit. My clothes and I struggle on a regular basis. Therefore, I really need to work on making myself okay with my body. On way to do that is to exercise. The other is to diet. Not really diet, but to eat consciously. I have found that I'm not really not paying a lot of attention to what I'm eating and what's in it. I've started eating a LOT of processed food. That's not good for you because there is a whole lot of extra crap in there that you can't pronounce and don't put in when you cook. So, now I'm trying to cook more using whole foods and known ingredients. I'm not perfect, but it's a start.
So, that's what's up with me right now. What's up with you? Does anyone read this anymore?
If case X (decided 19xx, p. xxx in text) was decided five years later, what additional issue would the court have had to address and how would that have changed the analysis.
UMMMMM...
Thank goodness it was open book, so I could just start flipping through to read the dates of decision of later cases that might be relevant. I figured out something, and so I could answer the question, but well...we'll see how well.
So, now I have one more test to take. It's a 100 question True/False test. Seriously, I'm a little scared of that because I know that those sorts of questions aren't actually easy when that's all you're being tested on. Especially when it comes to ethics. Ethics very rarely test your knowledge when the issues are black and white. Instead, you have to look at the nuanced gray areas to really determine if you understand the crux of the issue. So, to then get to the issues by asking true/false questions only means that you can't get away with explaining the issue and then making you decision, you have to choose...I don't want to choose...blah.
Other than that, I'm starting bar prep classes in a week and a half. On a Saturday. What the crap? Why couldn't they wait til Monday?
I'm also starting to exercise more. This is good because for the first time in my life I'm really not happy with my body. I'm getting fat in certain areas. I'm clearly not fit. My clothes and I struggle on a regular basis. Therefore, I really need to work on making myself okay with my body. On way to do that is to exercise. The other is to diet. Not really diet, but to eat consciously. I have found that I'm not really not paying a lot of attention to what I'm eating and what's in it. I've started eating a LOT of processed food. That's not good for you because there is a whole lot of extra crap in there that you can't pronounce and don't put in when you cook. So, now I'm trying to cook more using whole foods and known ingredients. I'm not perfect, but it's a start.
So, that's what's up with me right now. What's up with you? Does anyone read this anymore?
Thursday, April 17, 2008
My Last Law School Class
So, today is the last day of classes for me in my entire law school career. I'm torn because I do love being in school, and I think that I've finally figured out some of the stuff that I want to study and become an "expert in," which is not necessarily related to the type of law that I would practice. However, I'm not so big on the trend of "I have no money because the only money I have the bank gave me and they seem to think I'll give it back soon." I've accepted that I've sold out, and I'm looking forward to the fee that comes with it, for now at least.
I started to write this post while I was still in class, but I also took notes, so class is done now, and so am I. The professor ended class discussing when we will face the conflict between our ethical obligations and our moral senses and how we will face that. Maybe I'm less torn because I don't know if I can sacrifice my morality in order to be a "good" lawyer. Perhaps school would be better for me...
The point of all of this is that my graduation is in a month (exactly a month, actually) and then I have to study for and take the bar. After that I'll have done everything I have to do to become a lawyer (provided I pass the bar which I won't know until November). This is a very scary reality because I've like being insulated from the real world in a very real way. I watch the national and local news on Monday for the first time in years (not counting "Meet the Press" or "The Chris Matthews Sunday Show") and it was a little disheartening that I have to deal with that sooner rather than later.
Also, I have been seriously considering looking to buy a home because market conditions might lead to affordability. Turns out that "areas such as San Diego" haven't really had the pricing hit and will rebound sooner plus they are getting choosy about who they extend credit to. So, I may be living in my nearly section 8 housing where my downstairs neighbors have reported us to the management for being too loud late at night and we are living under threat of potential eviction until we can afford to get an ungodly sum of money for a down payment on a way over priced home that has a commute of an hour. I love southern california...
Plus, I need to buy a car. I'm currently driving my parent's car because they have had an extra car because of daughters in college mooching off them for years now, but I feel like once I join the "real world" I should sit down and buy my first car. That requires figuring what kind of car I want, how long I plan on having it, if I want to go used or new, if I want a hybrid, how much I can afford, blah, blah, blah...
Oh, and I still need to finish my paper and take my finals. Plan my summer carefully so I can go to places when I need to, but not miss my bar classes, and still have some money from the extra loan I took out in order to afford all of this so that I can start paying off the loans that are coming due. I don't like this adult real world.
Sorry, about that rant. I'll be better later. I don't know when later is going to be, but it will happen.
I started to write this post while I was still in class, but I also took notes, so class is done now, and so am I. The professor ended class discussing when we will face the conflict between our ethical obligations and our moral senses and how we will face that. Maybe I'm less torn because I don't know if I can sacrifice my morality in order to be a "good" lawyer. Perhaps school would be better for me...
The point of all of this is that my graduation is in a month (exactly a month, actually) and then I have to study for and take the bar. After that I'll have done everything I have to do to become a lawyer (provided I pass the bar which I won't know until November). This is a very scary reality because I've like being insulated from the real world in a very real way. I watch the national and local news on Monday for the first time in years (not counting "Meet the Press" or "The Chris Matthews Sunday Show") and it was a little disheartening that I have to deal with that sooner rather than later.
Also, I have been seriously considering looking to buy a home because market conditions might lead to affordability. Turns out that "areas such as San Diego" haven't really had the pricing hit and will rebound sooner plus they are getting choosy about who they extend credit to. So, I may be living in my nearly section 8 housing where my downstairs neighbors have reported us to the management for being too loud late at night and we are living under threat of potential eviction until we can afford to get an ungodly sum of money for a down payment on a way over priced home that has a commute of an hour. I love southern california...
Plus, I need to buy a car. I'm currently driving my parent's car because they have had an extra car because of daughters in college mooching off them for years now, but I feel like once I join the "real world" I should sit down and buy my first car. That requires figuring what kind of car I want, how long I plan on having it, if I want to go used or new, if I want a hybrid, how much I can afford, blah, blah, blah...
Oh, and I still need to finish my paper and take my finals. Plan my summer carefully so I can go to places when I need to, but not miss my bar classes, and still have some money from the extra loan I took out in order to afford all of this so that I can start paying off the loans that are coming due. I don't like this adult real world.
Sorry, about that rant. I'll be better later. I don't know when later is going to be, but it will happen.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Woo hoo!
It is official, I have the potential to be an ethical lawyer! I passed the ethics test, and I was only 4 points below the mean score! That's a rate of 13 points over the score I needed in order to be considered "passed" for the bar.
That is all for now.
That is all for now.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
So much to say, but so much procrastination...
Okay, so I've been away from here for a while. I'd say I am sorry, but that would merely be repeating myself and patronizing you. So here's a brief update of what's going on.
After I got sick the boy got sick because he didn't think it was fair that I had all the attention for so long. But, because he is who he is, he got sick bigger and better than me. His sick required multiple doctors and actual procedures. The biggest problem is that he is self employed and has not bothered to get himself insured for the health "care." So, not only is he out work from that stretch of time where he couldn't move without screaming in pain, he needs the money he could have made to pay for the necessary care. Also, I don't know how long I can put up with sick people, but apparently it's about 5 minutes to 5 seconds depending on how many days you've been broken. Yeah, I'm ready for kids. Do you see how nurturing that is?
Then there was the school stuff. It was a lot and it's not getting any less and the senioritis is getting worse. blahhhhhhh. I did write a 27 page draft of a paper in about 2 days, and I got 4 hours of sleep.
I took the first steps to taking the bar. There is a lot of stuff that they really don't tell you that you have to do and how expensive it's going to be. Things I've accomplished include filling out a lot of paperwork. For example:
I have filled out my moral character application in which I must swear that I'm not so shifty that I won't be a good lawyer (insert standard lawyer joke here). This includes needing to get five non-relative references, one of whom must be a licensed attorney. Thank goodness that I had a summer job, because that means I know a real lawyer.
Then I took the Multistate Professional Responsibility Exam, or MPRE, which is a three hour test or your ethics knowledge. You have to get less than 50% to pass. It's essentially hoping that you fill in bubbles well enough that you don't look unethical. I do, however, know people who I don't think are stupid, who failed to pass...
I applied to take the CA State Bar Exam. It cost a lot of money and if I don't get to take it here, I have to take it in another city and it will be far away. BOOOOO.
That's about half an update. I have my spring break to talk about. I will drop this hint about that story: I did something that most people would never expect of me in Las Vegas that has nothing to do with gambling, strippers, or hookers, in fact it has nothing do with the location, it just happened within the county which could pique interest. Any guesses?
After I got sick the boy got sick because he didn't think it was fair that I had all the attention for so long. But, because he is who he is, he got sick bigger and better than me. His sick required multiple doctors and actual procedures. The biggest problem is that he is self employed and has not bothered to get himself insured for the health "care." So, not only is he out work from that stretch of time where he couldn't move without screaming in pain, he needs the money he could have made to pay for the necessary care. Also, I don't know how long I can put up with sick people, but apparently it's about 5 minutes to 5 seconds depending on how many days you've been broken. Yeah, I'm ready for kids. Do you see how nurturing that is?
Then there was the school stuff. It was a lot and it's not getting any less and the senioritis is getting worse. blahhhhhhh. I did write a 27 page draft of a paper in about 2 days, and I got 4 hours of sleep.
I took the first steps to taking the bar. There is a lot of stuff that they really don't tell you that you have to do and how expensive it's going to be. Things I've accomplished include filling out a lot of paperwork. For example:
I have filled out my moral character application in which I must swear that I'm not so shifty that I won't be a good lawyer (insert standard lawyer joke here). This includes needing to get five non-relative references, one of whom must be a licensed attorney. Thank goodness that I had a summer job, because that means I know a real lawyer.
Then I took the Multistate Professional Responsibility Exam, or MPRE, which is a three hour test or your ethics knowledge. You have to get less than 50% to pass. It's essentially hoping that you fill in bubbles well enough that you don't look unethical. I do, however, know people who I don't think are stupid, who failed to pass...
I applied to take the CA State Bar Exam. It cost a lot of money and if I don't get to take it here, I have to take it in another city and it will be far away. BOOOOO.
That's about half an update. I have my spring break to talk about. I will drop this hint about that story: I did something that most people would never expect of me in Las Vegas that has nothing to do with gambling, strippers, or hookers, in fact it has nothing do with the location, it just happened within the county which could pique interest. Any guesses?
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
I been sooo sick
So, I have had this terrible chest cold that's recently added fever and chills to the gut wrenching coughing and the mucus train. When I first caught the cold I made the joke that it was because of my allergy nasal spray because I got a cold the last time I took it. Well, it turns out one the "mild" side affects of the said product is in fact viral infection according to the commercial I just say. May I just note that a week and a half of this crap is not mild, and is, in fact, one of the grossest illnesses I've had. Stupid side affects... Thanks the chemists for NyQuil and it's generic counterparts...
Other than that I've been very busy with school stuff. Mostly, I've been working on an editing project for the law journal trying to insure that the 1000+ sources the author cited are correctly cited. It's boring and it sucks. I regret applying for the position.
I just wanted to update you as to my current excuse for not updating. I think that I'm gonna go pass out now...
Other than that I've been very busy with school stuff. Mostly, I've been working on an editing project for the law journal trying to insure that the 1000+ sources the author cited are correctly cited. It's boring and it sucks. I regret applying for the position.
I just wanted to update you as to my current excuse for not updating. I think that I'm gonna go pass out now...
Monday, January 28, 2008
I got my oil changed...
So, I try to talk to my parents once a week, more for their peace of mind than anything else. But, sometimes when we talk, I have nothing say, and we end up talking about weather. I am very interested in the weather, but I just cannot focus on a conversation for more than a minute when that's all that's up for discussion. Similarly, I do not focus when people tell me stories but cannot remember the important details, like the name of the person you ran into who I used to work with 8 years ago who is blond and short, well shorter than you anyway, or when you insist upon only discussing where the mucus is in your head. I'm just not that tolerant, especially when I'm tired. This is what happened last night while I was talking and my dad asked if he had called in the middle of an interesting show. He hadn't, and in fact there was almost nothing on last night (Damn the Strike!!!!). So, apparently I was just really tired. Mostly, all I could think to say is that the only thing going on with me was that I had gotten the oil changed in the car and then went to Costco. That was, in fact, the highlight of my week. And this week does not seem like it will be more interesting. At least there will be politics to complain about.
Since I clearly have nothing going on in my life, I will share the following about other people who I know who probably don't read this blog...
My friend from high school had her baby. Woo hooo! I've yet to receive pictures.
Friends of the boy's son fell down at pre-school in such a way that he has a spiral fracture high on his femur (near the hip joint). He is two years old (but the size of a four year old) and is in a "full body cast." Apparently, a full body cast isn't as full as it sounds. He has both arms free, a whole for stuffing diapers in, an open tummy area, and the lower half of one (the non-broken) leg is free. Oddly, his mom says he hasn't been too fussy about it, and for the last two weeks has entertained himself well enough. She suspects its because he doesn't know enough to be truly upset about it. I think they're dosing him because he's one of the most active little boys I have seen (not that I've seen a lot of little boys, but he does not stop until he is exhausted enough to go to bed, and even then it's chaos). BTW, I don't really think that, but it sounded funnier.
The boy has taken to calling my niece the "alien baby" because "she is too little." I informed him that apparently she is a "peanut baby" because my sister said so. He continues to disagree...
Because my niece is just another Gerber looking baby, I will post the following picture of me and her from Christmas, which is now my background on my computer...
I'm sorry, but when did my family get so Nordic?
The difference between "organic ranch dressing" and normal ranch dressing...bits of onion.
Since I clearly have nothing going on in my life, I will share the following about other people who I know who probably don't read this blog...
My friend from high school had her baby. Woo hooo! I've yet to receive pictures.
Friends of the boy's son fell down at pre-school in such a way that he has a spiral fracture high on his femur (near the hip joint). He is two years old (but the size of a four year old) and is in a "full body cast." Apparently, a full body cast isn't as full as it sounds. He has both arms free, a whole for stuffing diapers in, an open tummy area, and the lower half of one (the non-broken) leg is free. Oddly, his mom says he hasn't been too fussy about it, and for the last two weeks has entertained himself well enough. She suspects its because he doesn't know enough to be truly upset about it. I think they're dosing him because he's one of the most active little boys I have seen (not that I've seen a lot of little boys, but he does not stop until he is exhausted enough to go to bed, and even then it's chaos). BTW, I don't really think that, but it sounded funnier.
The boy has taken to calling my niece the "alien baby" because "she is too little." I informed him that apparently she is a "peanut baby" because my sister said so. He continues to disagree...
Because my niece is just another Gerber looking baby, I will post the following picture of me and her from Christmas, which is now my background on my computer...
I'm sorry, but when did my family get so Nordic?
The difference between "organic ranch dressing" and normal ranch dressing...bits of onion.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
And then....
Okay, so I left off telling you about my trip home. To summarize, my niece is cute but vomits, my parents have a better social life than me, my best friend from high school was a big as a house and will explode with a baby soon, and questions about marriage are awkward and weird when asked by anyone.
Actually, the issue of getting married only came up a couple of times, once with the boy there and once without. I don't know why I'm uncomfortable with this topic, but really the boy and I talk about getting married pretty openly. He's all for running to Vegas for a planning free wedding. I don't think that's really what I want. But, we don't have a date and idea for the wedding, and I haven't been asked yet -- although the boy keeps saying stuff about it just out of my hearing to other people...he's not as subtle as he thinks. For me, the wedding seems a mere formality and an excuse to make all of my friends come and party with me. But it seems very important to a lot of other people. Don't know why.
So, then we came back here to San Diego. The boy's best friend from college was in town and we hung out with him on New Years Eve. We went to Dave and Busters, which is like Chuckie Cheese's for grown ups (you can play ski ball with a gin and tonic). We only intended to go for happy hour and dinner then we would go home for a quiet and relaxed evening of watching movies. Well, some how midnight rolled around and we were still there and I was very, very intoxicated. I switched to drinking waters. At some point I talked to some of my very good friends who were together, but then I hung up because apparently I'd forgotten to inform the boy and his friend that I was going outside to talk on the phone and they sort of freaked out because they couldn't find me. I would swear that I told them while they were playing one of the games, but that is neither here nor there. I think that I said I would call my friends back, but I didn't and I know I didn't talk to everyone. I am sorry about that and hope you all had plenty of fun in the Vermont snow. Feel free to rant at me via e-mail...
So, then school started last week. I haven't gotten all of my student loans, and therefore have no money. So, I have been quietly staying at home and watching the TV and pretending to get through my reading. Really, I do the reading, but I'm not really paying a lot of attention to it. It's more like skimming with highlighter than anything else. This weekend, however, there were free parties to attend, and I actually went to a party at a house of my fellow law students. There was much fun because I watched other people play this game based on guitar hero, but with a drum set and microphone. You compete as a band to become a rock band hero. It is fun to watch people play this while they drink. Things are just more serious yet much sloppier.
And now I'm at the library not studying for my classes today. I'm sure that this space will go back to my traditional rant about the whole wide world soon, but I just thought I'd finish up my "where I've been for the last three months" post.
If you could go see anything in Europe, where would you go?
Actually, the issue of getting married only came up a couple of times, once with the boy there and once without. I don't know why I'm uncomfortable with this topic, but really the boy and I talk about getting married pretty openly. He's all for running to Vegas for a planning free wedding. I don't think that's really what I want. But, we don't have a date and idea for the wedding, and I haven't been asked yet -- although the boy keeps saying stuff about it just out of my hearing to other people...he's not as subtle as he thinks. For me, the wedding seems a mere formality and an excuse to make all of my friends come and party with me. But it seems very important to a lot of other people. Don't know why.
So, then we came back here to San Diego. The boy's best friend from college was in town and we hung out with him on New Years Eve. We went to Dave and Busters, which is like Chuckie Cheese's for grown ups (you can play ski ball with a gin and tonic). We only intended to go for happy hour and dinner then we would go home for a quiet and relaxed evening of watching movies. Well, some how midnight rolled around and we were still there and I was very, very intoxicated. I switched to drinking waters. At some point I talked to some of my very good friends who were together, but then I hung up because apparently I'd forgotten to inform the boy and his friend that I was going outside to talk on the phone and they sort of freaked out because they couldn't find me. I would swear that I told them while they were playing one of the games, but that is neither here nor there. I think that I said I would call my friends back, but I didn't and I know I didn't talk to everyone. I am sorry about that and hope you all had plenty of fun in the Vermont snow. Feel free to rant at me via e-mail...
So, then school started last week. I haven't gotten all of my student loans, and therefore have no money. So, I have been quietly staying at home and watching the TV and pretending to get through my reading. Really, I do the reading, but I'm not really paying a lot of attention to it. It's more like skimming with highlighter than anything else. This weekend, however, there were free parties to attend, and I actually went to a party at a house of my fellow law students. There was much fun because I watched other people play this game based on guitar hero, but with a drum set and microphone. You compete as a band to become a rock band hero. It is fun to watch people play this while they drink. Things are just more serious yet much sloppier.
And now I'm at the library not studying for my classes today. I'm sure that this space will go back to my traditional rant about the whole wide world soon, but I just thought I'd finish up my "where I've been for the last three months" post.
If you could go see anything in Europe, where would you go?
Monday, January 07, 2008
So, um, I do update this blog . . .
Okay, so I just doubled checked the last time I updated, and I owe the two of you who still check this site an apology. I thought that I'd at least put something up about my birthday, but I didn't. Also, I never told you that I finished my finals, but that I don't have the will to study anymore, but I didn't do that either. Then I could have mentioned bringing the boy home for the holidays and seeing my niece, but I haven't done that either... In all, I really have dropped the ball the last two months. So, sorry. Here is a brief recap of November 22 to around Christmas.
I turned 30 on my birthday (as opposed to changing my age on a date not related to my birthday). I also had my last class on the same day. It was an evening class. So, on my 30th birthday, I learned about insider trading, but not enough to remember that I learned about insider trading without going to my notes to figure it out. After that I went out for a few beers with people from law school. I was pleasantly surprised at who showed up for a drink and I conveniently did not have to pay for any of it. Woohoo for friends. Plus a lot of friends who aren't around sent me birthday wishes. This gave me warm fuzzies on the inside and may me be okay with the fact that I've lived yet another decade. And that's all I have to say about that.
After my birthday, there were finals (about six days after my birthday, in fact). I had a final, then a paper, then another final. I finished all of them. I was not pleased with my performance on any of them. Stupid lack of time management skills...But, then I was done. Oh, and I have severe senioritis.
Then it was time to get ready for Christmas and going home for two weeks. This involved buying presents for even more people then any year. Mostly I spoilt my niece because it's very easy to do. However there were my parents, my sister and her husband, my niece, the boys parents, the boy's sister and her husband, the boy's aunt (who always gives me something), and the boy. Plus there are the friends who are having babies, the boy's friends who throw gatherings and invite us all the time, and the gift exchange. Then I had to send the holiday cards to my family, friends, the boy's family, and the boy's friends. If you didn't get one and you think you know me well enough, it's probably because I don't have your snail mail address. Or I sent it and it came back to me because I don't have an up-to-date address. Plus, the boy got me a Christmas tree, and I had to decorate it (btw -- this is not a chore it's a fun filled project of joy for me).
Then I went to the boy's friends annual Christmas party. It's hard for me because I don't really fit in, in part because I don't try to fit in and in part because I'm just not a standard girl. I don't really know most of the people that are there, and some of them I don't actually like very much. There are people who don't like each other for whatever reason, there are people who fight with each other -- oh and they're married to each other, there are people who drink too much every time they go out, and there are people who are just closed off to new people. Plus, I don't feel comfortable with new people, even though I've been to this party for the past three years...Then there is the gift exchange, which always ends up giving me the crappy gift. (For example, this year I picked up the car cleaning and detailing kit, which would be great but I live in an apartment without a way of cleaning my card. I actually regifted this present.) Then the boy insists on staying until the bitter end so that we can help clean. This year, I was cleaning while three of the wives were sitting around talking (one of whom is trying to stay pregnant, so I felt that was acceptable). Most of the husbands helped, and the single guys, too, but a couple of them just sat around and kept drinking. While that annoyed me, what galled me is that only one of them said thank you, and he helped to clean... End of rant...
Then I went home for the holidays. My dad took me to a lot of events and then there was the wine tasting at my parents house, then the boy came up, then we went to more events, then there was Christmas morning, then my sister and her family showed up that afternoon and we had the gift opening, then Christmas dinner with my family and another family who is like the other half of our family, then I got a cold, then we had our family photo -- including the boy -- done by the professional photographer, then the boy went home, then I saw my best friend from high school who is eight months pregnant, and then I slept on the plane. Highlights included:
a) a man from a group my dad belongs to asking if I was his wife
b) a women from the same group told me she thought I was 18
c) I got thrown up by my niece about eight time, usually on at least two pieces of clothing
d) it snowed on Christmas day, which is not that exciting for most people, but has not happened in Portland in the 19 years my parents have lived there
e) realizing that the boy had never seen snow on Christmas and then having a snowball fight with him, which he won
f) seeing all of my family together, including the second family who count as family, at the Christmas table, so that there were 11 of us
g) getting my ass kicked by my entire family multiple times playing UNO, seriously, I suck at that game...
h) finding out that I can put my niece back to sleep myself
So, the boy was hesitant to be in the family photo, only because we're not married and he didn't want to my parents to feel obligated to include him. My mom, however was very insistent, and pointed out that family is not about a piece of paper but the love you bring to each other. The boy was convinced upon that speech, which I relayed back and forth as I talked to my mom on the phone.
Also, my niece is growing, but she still doesn't keep all of her food down (thus the throwing up on me so often). She's starting to look like a healthy, chubby baby, which is adorable. The baby vomit, not so cute.
Okay, I'll finish my story later, but I need to get to school so that I can buy my books for class tomorrow, for which I have reading assignments already to do...
Does anyone else have the issue of a constant radio in your head? I have had "The Right Stuff" by the NKOTB running on my head radio for the last 12 hours. I need to change the channel...
I turned 30 on my birthday (as opposed to changing my age on a date not related to my birthday). I also had my last class on the same day. It was an evening class. So, on my 30th birthday, I learned about insider trading, but not enough to remember that I learned about insider trading without going to my notes to figure it out. After that I went out for a few beers with people from law school. I was pleasantly surprised at who showed up for a drink and I conveniently did not have to pay for any of it. Woohoo for friends. Plus a lot of friends who aren't around sent me birthday wishes. This gave me warm fuzzies on the inside and may me be okay with the fact that I've lived yet another decade. And that's all I have to say about that.
After my birthday, there were finals (about six days after my birthday, in fact). I had a final, then a paper, then another final. I finished all of them. I was not pleased with my performance on any of them. Stupid lack of time management skills...But, then I was done. Oh, and I have severe senioritis.
Then it was time to get ready for Christmas and going home for two weeks. This involved buying presents for even more people then any year. Mostly I spoilt my niece because it's very easy to do. However there were my parents, my sister and her husband, my niece, the boys parents, the boy's sister and her husband, the boy's aunt (who always gives me something), and the boy. Plus there are the friends who are having babies, the boy's friends who throw gatherings and invite us all the time, and the gift exchange. Then I had to send the holiday cards to my family, friends, the boy's family, and the boy's friends. If you didn't get one and you think you know me well enough, it's probably because I don't have your snail mail address. Or I sent it and it came back to me because I don't have an up-to-date address. Plus, the boy got me a Christmas tree, and I had to decorate it (btw -- this is not a chore it's a fun filled project of joy for me).
Then I went to the boy's friends annual Christmas party. It's hard for me because I don't really fit in, in part because I don't try to fit in and in part because I'm just not a standard girl. I don't really know most of the people that are there, and some of them I don't actually like very much. There are people who don't like each other for whatever reason, there are people who fight with each other -- oh and they're married to each other, there are people who drink too much every time they go out, and there are people who are just closed off to new people. Plus, I don't feel comfortable with new people, even though I've been to this party for the past three years...Then there is the gift exchange, which always ends up giving me the crappy gift. (For example, this year I picked up the car cleaning and detailing kit, which would be great but I live in an apartment without a way of cleaning my card. I actually regifted this present.) Then the boy insists on staying until the bitter end so that we can help clean. This year, I was cleaning while three of the wives were sitting around talking (one of whom is trying to stay pregnant, so I felt that was acceptable). Most of the husbands helped, and the single guys, too, but a couple of them just sat around and kept drinking. While that annoyed me, what galled me is that only one of them said thank you, and he helped to clean... End of rant...
Then I went home for the holidays. My dad took me to a lot of events and then there was the wine tasting at my parents house, then the boy came up, then we went to more events, then there was Christmas morning, then my sister and her family showed up that afternoon and we had the gift opening, then Christmas dinner with my family and another family who is like the other half of our family, then I got a cold, then we had our family photo -- including the boy -- done by the professional photographer, then the boy went home, then I saw my best friend from high school who is eight months pregnant, and then I slept on the plane. Highlights included:
a) a man from a group my dad belongs to asking if I was his wife
b) a women from the same group told me she thought I was 18
c) I got thrown up by my niece about eight time, usually on at least two pieces of clothing
d) it snowed on Christmas day, which is not that exciting for most people, but has not happened in Portland in the 19 years my parents have lived there
e) realizing that the boy had never seen snow on Christmas and then having a snowball fight with him, which he won
f) seeing all of my family together, including the second family who count as family, at the Christmas table, so that there were 11 of us
g) getting my ass kicked by my entire family multiple times playing UNO, seriously, I suck at that game...
h) finding out that I can put my niece back to sleep myself
So, the boy was hesitant to be in the family photo, only because we're not married and he didn't want to my parents to feel obligated to include him. My mom, however was very insistent, and pointed out that family is not about a piece of paper but the love you bring to each other. The boy was convinced upon that speech, which I relayed back and forth as I talked to my mom on the phone.
Also, my niece is growing, but she still doesn't keep all of her food down (thus the throwing up on me so often). She's starting to look like a healthy, chubby baby, which is adorable. The baby vomit, not so cute.
Okay, I'll finish my story later, but I need to get to school so that I can buy my books for class tomorrow, for which I have reading assignments already to do...
Does anyone else have the issue of a constant radio in your head? I have had "The Right Stuff" by the NKOTB running on my head radio for the last 12 hours. I need to change the channel...
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Thanks for the giving
So, I'm feeling much better now. A lot of the stress I was feeling has passed because the projects have been completed (up to the point they were required to be by now).
I tried my first "case" last week. I was working for the prosecution and the three juries found the defendant guilty. Mostly, I was just happy I didn't sound like an idiot and I got a lot of compliments from the mock juries. Mind you, they were all jurors under the age of 20. But, it was still a good feeling.
Also, I did my first power point presentation yesterday too. It was a presentation on my Gender and the Law paper for class. I got a little good feedback from that, too. I don't really remember much about my presentation but it finished. I didn't get a lot of feedback, so it's hard to tell how it went over. So, that is that.
Now it's the Thanksgiving break and I've realized that I have about a week until I turn 30 and then two weeks until finals. HOPEFULLY (but really not likely) I will use these three days effectively.
Hopefully you all know how much you have to be thankful for. I am thankful for all of you and the love you give me.
I tried my first "case" last week. I was working for the prosecution and the three juries found the defendant guilty. Mostly, I was just happy I didn't sound like an idiot and I got a lot of compliments from the mock juries. Mind you, they were all jurors under the age of 20. But, it was still a good feeling.
Also, I did my first power point presentation yesterday too. It was a presentation on my Gender and the Law paper for class. I got a little good feedback from that, too. I don't really remember much about my presentation but it finished. I didn't get a lot of feedback, so it's hard to tell how it went over. So, that is that.
Now it's the Thanksgiving break and I've realized that I have about a week until I turn 30 and then two weeks until finals. HOPEFULLY (but really not likely) I will use these three days effectively.
Hopefully you all know how much you have to be thankful for. I am thankful for all of you and the love you give me.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Watching oneself implode is hard
I have had a long two weeks which shouldn't have been so long. Therefore, I self imploded at some point and have completely stopped caring. And, if I have a headache for one more day, I will probably use a dull instrument to dig it out from behind my eyes...
Really, I am starting to feel like a lot of the reasons I have confidence in myself are not actually valid, as far as law school goes -- not the rest of my life. But, maybe it's simply because I have been so scattered for the last month and a half that I haven't really put my full capabilities into anything so nothing can be good. However, this is cause for concern because eventually in the real world I will have to be able to effectively juggle a lot of different projects at once. If I can't do it when I'm in school, will I be able to do it in the real world? Maybe, I'm just sitting in a small puddle of self-pity and I'll be better by next week, hopefully.
Oh, and I realized last night that I am old when compared to a large number of people at school with me. I just wished two people happy 23rd birthdays on Tuesday...screw them and their stupid youth and having their whole lives in front of them. They have no experience or knowledge of the real world. So, screw them and their ability to drink without getting a day long hang over!!!!!
Plus, only one other person at a table of 10 people had heard of "Shirt Tales" which made me sad because it was before everyone else's time of cartoon watching (in age, not in the day). They all knew the stupid Care Bears and Friends, though...
Bah, this has to be my whiniest post ever, so sorry. Thanks for listening though.
Right now I think that I should give myself the day off because I'm disinterested in everything. Maybe five straight hours of TV is what I need to get over the hump...
Really, I am starting to feel like a lot of the reasons I have confidence in myself are not actually valid, as far as law school goes -- not the rest of my life. But, maybe it's simply because I have been so scattered for the last month and a half that I haven't really put my full capabilities into anything so nothing can be good. However, this is cause for concern because eventually in the real world I will have to be able to effectively juggle a lot of different projects at once. If I can't do it when I'm in school, will I be able to do it in the real world? Maybe, I'm just sitting in a small puddle of self-pity and I'll be better by next week, hopefully.
Oh, and I realized last night that I am old when compared to a large number of people at school with me. I just wished two people happy 23rd birthdays on Tuesday...screw them and their stupid youth and having their whole lives in front of them. They have no experience or knowledge of the real world. So, screw them and their ability to drink without getting a day long hang over!!!!!
Plus, only one other person at a table of 10 people had heard of "Shirt Tales" which made me sad because it was before everyone else's time of cartoon watching (in age, not in the day). They all knew the stupid Care Bears and Friends, though...
Bah, this has to be my whiniest post ever, so sorry. Thanks for listening though.
Right now I think that I should give myself the day off because I'm disinterested in everything. Maybe five straight hours of TV is what I need to get over the hump...
Monday, October 22, 2007
I'm alright
I am sure some of you have heard about all the fires in the area around me. I just wanted to give a quick note to say I'm alright. I'll update more later.
Love to everyone!
Love to everyone!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Booty & Plunder
I decided to call this post booty & plunder because my only other option (in my head) was AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I have so much to do, so little time in which to do it, and an unshakable feeling that I'm forgetting something. This week is my holy-heck week because of everything I really need to get done and the limited amount of self directed time in which to do. The culmination of the last few weeks of frustration will come to the proverbial head this week, ending on Sunday, or maybe even Monday. Then I will have to refocus on everything else that I have been ignoring in order to get the rest of this stuff done with, like school.
I think that I've finally decided to officially sell-out. Now if only I could find the darn paperwork...
PS I am a horrible speller.
PPS You probably already knew that.
PPPS Yesterday before class I stated loud enough for most of my classmates to hear "Put down the crackpipe of separation." You figure it out...
I have so much to do, so little time in which to do it, and an unshakable feeling that I'm forgetting something. This week is my holy-heck week because of everything I really need to get done and the limited amount of self directed time in which to do. The culmination of the last few weeks of frustration will come to the proverbial head this week, ending on Sunday, or maybe even Monday. Then I will have to refocus on everything else that I have been ignoring in order to get the rest of this stuff done with, like school.
I think that I've finally decided to officially sell-out. Now if only I could find the darn paperwork...
PS I am a horrible speller.
PPS You probably already knew that.
PPPS Yesterday before class I stated loud enough for most of my classmates to hear "Put down the crackpipe of separation." You figure it out...
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Jumping through hoops, just because
So, I've taken on even more stress intentionally, and I'm pissed off about how other people are handling it. Not the boy, the boy says "Do what you want to because I love and support you.", which is refreshing. Others are saying "We don't think that you've proven yourself capable because we're bitter about things as related to our lives, and we think that you cannot conceive of a way to balance your own life." To them I say "NUTS TO YOU."
I've been all over the place emotionally and rage wise, and I've consistently woken up four hours after I go to bed having similarly frightening dreams about these things that are bothering me. They never end well, and sometimes I don't fall back asleep for an hour. Therefore, I am frustrated and sleep deprived. Someone told me yesterday it was like I have been dunked into the bitter soup and seem to be very mean about very petty things (particularly near strangers at law school). It's true, but I've sort of stopped caring, which bothers me. I used to care a lot, and now I don't. I am therefore declaring myself "bitter cakes" and will work on the recipe.
Random side note, I think I understand where the phrase "Nuts to you" may come from. Apparently really long meals with many courses started with soup and ended with nuts (thus "from soup to nuts"). So perhaps saying "nuts to you" is like saying I'm done with you/this and the meal is over, please leave my parlor.
And, I'm certain that no one is reading this anymore, but if you are, notice how often I've posted for the last few weeks. Aren't you proud?
PS My niece is growing and she is still the cutest in all the land. She's as big as her stuffed pig now!
I've been all over the place emotionally and rage wise, and I've consistently woken up four hours after I go to bed having similarly frightening dreams about these things that are bothering me. They never end well, and sometimes I don't fall back asleep for an hour. Therefore, I am frustrated and sleep deprived. Someone told me yesterday it was like I have been dunked into the bitter soup and seem to be very mean about very petty things (particularly near strangers at law school). It's true, but I've sort of stopped caring, which bothers me. I used to care a lot, and now I don't. I am therefore declaring myself "bitter cakes" and will work on the recipe.
Random side note, I think I understand where the phrase "Nuts to you" may come from. Apparently really long meals with many courses started with soup and ended with nuts (thus "from soup to nuts"). So perhaps saying "nuts to you" is like saying I'm done with you/this and the meal is over, please leave my parlor.
And, I'm certain that no one is reading this anymore, but if you are, notice how often I've posted for the last few weeks. Aren't you proud?
PS My niece is growing and she is still the cutest in all the land. She's as big as her stuffed pig now!
Friday, October 05, 2007
Today the TV taught me
So, a commercial told me that there are three types of fiber:
1) Soluble
2) Insoluble
3) Fermenting
What they failed to explain to me is:
a) why fermenting is neither soluble or insoluble
b) why I should care about fermenting fiber
All I know is that I'm guessing "fermenting" will now replace "gassy" in my lexicon, cause I'm guessing that's what they were trying to say. And that amuses me beyond reasonableness, as defined by an objective or subjective standard.
P.S. Discrimination against women based on their role as child-care provider harms women, men, and employers. Ask me how if you care to hear a bunch of B.S. (which is also the abbreviation for Balance Sheet, and that tells you all you need to know about corporate financial reporting). T.V. taught me neither of these things.
1) Soluble
2) Insoluble
3) Fermenting
What they failed to explain to me is:
a) why fermenting is neither soluble or insoluble
b) why I should care about fermenting fiber
All I know is that I'm guessing "fermenting" will now replace "gassy" in my lexicon, cause I'm guessing that's what they were trying to say. And that amuses me beyond reasonableness, as defined by an objective or subjective standard.
P.S. Discrimination against women based on their role as child-care provider harms women, men, and employers. Ask me how if you care to hear a bunch of B.S. (which is also the abbreviation for Balance Sheet, and that tells you all you need to know about corporate financial reporting). T.V. taught me neither of these things.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
How do you politely ask someone to...
... not type on their laptop so loud that it echos throughout the desks and over the Beatles in my headphones?
... stop chewing crunchy items that are so loud I can hear you eating 50 feet away?
... to not be a f***-tard?
I am in one of those places where everything is coming down at once. So, my plan is to not to sleep until 10am. Ohh, poor me, I have to get up a normal hour that the vast majority of people get up at everyday in the real world. But, in all seriousness, I am swamped and frustrated by some lack of support by "partners" in the efforts. Perhaps my control-freak nature has a bad flip side in that way that I do so much that I create an expectation in the other person that they don't need to do anything. Also, some people are worse then me and only seek allies in their desire to be a belabored hard-worker, but in reality, they tied their own noose and I don't care about their complaints, but I need the stuff they're supposed to have done.
And I'm taking a class which is called "Gender in the Law" which could be awesome if a) some classmates would start talking more; b) some classmates would stop talking; or c) the class could be limited to the Professor (on whom I have a major girl crush) and one other student who is awesome (I may also have a girl crush on her, but she and her husband seems okay with that). Right now we're switching from sexual harassment to domestic violence. The reading assignments aren't all that fun. But, I do see how lucky I am to have not been confronted with a lot of these issues (or at least not yet) and even luckier that there are smart people out there writing smart articles which make it obvious for many otherwise stupid people as to why such things are a) more complicated than simple violence/anger; b) why victimization is about asserting power; c) not being addressed in the current law; and d) actually are issues of public policy and not simple private issues that need to be resolved privately.
Okay, enough of my ranting, I must go do stuff for things.
... stop chewing crunchy items that are so loud I can hear you eating 50 feet away?
... to not be a f***-tard?
I am in one of those places where everything is coming down at once. So, my plan is to not to sleep until 10am. Ohh, poor me, I have to get up a normal hour that the vast majority of people get up at everyday in the real world. But, in all seriousness, I am swamped and frustrated by some lack of support by "partners" in the efforts. Perhaps my control-freak nature has a bad flip side in that way that I do so much that I create an expectation in the other person that they don't need to do anything. Also, some people are worse then me and only seek allies in their desire to be a belabored hard-worker, but in reality, they tied their own noose and I don't care about their complaints, but I need the stuff they're supposed to have done.
And I'm taking a class which is called "Gender in the Law" which could be awesome if a) some classmates would start talking more; b) some classmates would stop talking; or c) the class could be limited to the Professor (on whom I have a major girl crush) and one other student who is awesome (I may also have a girl crush on her, but she and her husband seems okay with that). Right now we're switching from sexual harassment to domestic violence. The reading assignments aren't all that fun. But, I do see how lucky I am to have not been confronted with a lot of these issues (or at least not yet) and even luckier that there are smart people out there writing smart articles which make it obvious for many otherwise stupid people as to why such things are a) more complicated than simple violence/anger; b) why victimization is about asserting power; c) not being addressed in the current law; and d) actually are issues of public policy and not simple private issues that need to be resolved privately.
Okay, enough of my ranting, I must go do stuff for things.
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