Late, Late, Late

It's a strange situation - the earlier I wake up the later I am for work. Very strange relationship.

So I stopped taking my migraine prevention medicine. I couldn't take the side-effects any more. So I am back to having pretty constant pressure in my head. I'm switching to a vitamin regimen in the hopes that it helps.

And who else loves Dr. Nancy Snyderman (of the Today Show) for saying that the new study that came out claiming women need to exercise at least an hour a day to maintain their weight is STUPID. She said a half hour a day is plenty, but I defy any professional woman to find a half hour for exercise, 10 minutes to get clothes changed and bag ready to go, 20 mins to and from the gym, and time for a second shower a day. Yeah, I know. Excuses excuses. I'm just trying to mentally adjust to actually dragging my tail to the gym on a more regular basis.

I better go. I'm going to be like an hour late.

A Man Walked into a Bar...

A friend of mine is sitting for the Bar again this week. As a repeater myself, I know what torture and hell awaits him (and any other repeater).

A repeater is a special kind of Bar examinee. The repeater is filled with angst about already feeling like a failure, fearing that gut ripping feeling again, and you kinda wanna smack anyone who looks like they're 19. (The first time I sat for the Bar, there was a girl there who still had a blue stripe on her driver's license, meaning that she was around 18 years old. B*tch. But I digress...)

So, knowing the fear and terror that you surely feel, let me offer you this piece of advice - don't sweat it.

Another Year Older

It's been two months since my last post. It feels like a confession. The thing is that I have stopped using my laptop as my primary mode of computer use and use my office a lot. So much has happened - Christmas was kind of a nightmare, 3 oppositions to MSJ's, New Year's was challenging to say the least, my birthday came and went, my best friend didn't send me a birthday card (but her mother did), and a good family friend passed away on Saturday so I will be going to her funeral tomorrow. Oh yeah, and I was hit by a hit and run driver and my mom has a hairline fracture in her arm and I had a few discs and my hip pushed out of place. I'm taking my car into the shop today to get it fixed.

I think you're pretty much caught up now. Another year older but am I wiser? Is anyone? I think I've certainly learned some legal lessons, but I'll be damned if I know what lesson I'm supposed to learn from 4 people who have touched my life dying within the span of a year.

Running late to get my car to the shop. Please drive safely! Who knows what kind of wackos are out there...

Christmas Gifts

A friend of mine has...how should I say this tactfully...expensive tastes when it comes to her Christmas list. I've teased her about it and even commented on her blog, though for some reason my comment does not appear on her blog. Hmm.

Anyhoo, it got me thinking about the kinds of things that I would like for Christmas. I would actually like a boyfriend. I've been emailing with two of my lawyer friends and said it shouldn't be too difficult to find a decent guy who makes his own money, is intelligent, isn't threatened by the fact that I'm a lawyer, and isn't looking for a stick thin, brain dead Barbie doll. It "shouldn't be" too difficult. Yeah. Right. Then again, I also don't know where to look. I don't want to find a guy in a bar. How many meaningful relationships do you know of that start in a bar? Exactly.

I would really like things that can't be purchased. I would really like the 9th Circuit to grant my client's appeal of the judge's decision to grant MSJ against her, but that might be a year or so away. I would really like the defendant to not oppose my fee petition in my arbitration - that probably won't happen but could happen (if the stars align and God smiles on me), and that could actually happen by Christmas. I would like to have my own place, but no one is going to come up with $15k a year for an apartment (on the very low end out here) or $400k for a condo (again on the very low end) for me to have digs.

Oh! This just in! Apparently Tiger Woods just admitted to cheating on his website. Everyone should learn the lesson from David Letterman - get ahead of the scandal if possible. Take the power out of the tsunami. Just my two cents.

Anyway, back to my post.

So I'm looking for a decent guy for Christmas. No need to even put him under the tree. In his car, in a restaurant, in an office, somewhere else is fine.

Sweat, Baby, Sweat

I've been thinking about off the wall song lyrics lately, and I just re-joined the gym yesterday and thought about going today. I didn't go, for the record, but I considered it which is a step in the right direction. I also put "buy a new padlock" on my to-do list for tomorrow, so I'm on the right track. I also looked up the group work out list at my local gym, and think I'll go on Tuesday morning if I get the padlock tomorrow. It's better than nothing.

So, the title of this post is a wink and a nudge to the Bloodhound Gang song lyrics from about ten years ago and their one hit wonder glory. I always liked getting on the treadmill and just letting go, listening to my Ipod, letting my head feel much clearer. It always made me feel like I was working stuff out in my head. I never liked showering there because I felt gross in the cold shower, but I now that I think about it, I guess I don't need a lock if I am not going to shower there. But I don't want to go there, come back home and then go to the office. I'd rather shower there and go to the office. So I'll buy the lock and go.

Anyway, a house about 2 blocks from mine caught fire today. It was scary and I feel terrible for them. I left for the laundromat and was only gone about an hour and a half. I drove right by the house on my way there, and by the time I got back the firefighters already put it out and were packing up. I have no idea how it happened so quickly, and the craziest part is that I never saw or smelled smoke during any part of the day. But thankfully, I heard that no one was hurt, but it looks like the whole house was gutted and that the roof is destroyed and it will probably have to be torn down. It's so sad. It makes me grateful for having the minimum things of life - a home to go to, even with its frustrations and problems. It's a home, and my biggest frustration right now is figuring out when to go to the gym. I'm very blessed and very thankful, especially at this time of year, for my blessings. We should all be thankful for such things.

Shop Town USA

I am an admitted Black Friday shopper. I have no plans for recovery or stopping. You may think it's a sickness and you'd be wrong.

I bought several hundred dollars worth of pretty pretty clothes for myself yesterday. Don't get me wrong, I also bought things for everyone else on my Christmas list as well, but I needed work clothes. So the cool things I bought for everyone else included pretty baby clothes for a friend who is about to have a little one, a cool electronic gadget for my niece's ipod, a down-alternative comforter for my sister, some clothes for my mom, and I already bought a cool thing for my Dad. Either way, I bought a lot of stuff and I think I'm pretty much done with my shopping. Hooray!

I'm Tired

I've been working since just before 10 this morning, and it's now about quarter to 6. It's Saturday. I wrote more than like 14 pages today already, including reading about 8 cases. I'm tired. I've also revised a letter to opposing counsel that my co-counsel went crazy on (he is more offended by opposing counsel's behavior than he realizes). I'm just tired. Oh, did I mention I was filing electronic documents with the federal court until almost 11:30 last night? No? Yeah, that might have something to do with it too...