She's Okay
About 3 (4 maybe) weeks ago, roomie Lauren had a bit of car accident. She hydroplaned on some wet leaves and crashed into a couple of trees. And thus began 3 weeks of being carpool buddies until she went home for Thanksgiving and drove back with a new(ish) replacement car. I didn't mind driving her around, I kind of enjoyed it since I like her and it meant having a buddy almost everywhere I went. About a week after the accident, she borrowed my car ("Can I borrow your car?" "Please don't wreck it. We're down to just this one.") and went to the tow yard to get her things out of her totaled car. She took some pictures of the damage and showed me when she got home.

Life and Lists: Two of My Favorite Things
I've been thinking a lot lately about things that need doing. Which leads to thinking about things I want to do. Because that's usually a lot more fun. I read the blog of Mighty Girl pretty regularly and she keeps/has kept a running Life List of things she wants to do before her doing is done. Recently, the coolest thing that can possibly happen to a person happened to her and Intel offered to sponsor her Life List. She got a certain amount of time to cross as many things as possible off her list, their treat. I don't know how many good karma points you have to rack up for something like that to happen to you, but I'm pretty sure it starts with put

Funny Thing About Dreams. They Cost Money.
So. Being a lawyer. Kind of frustrating. I have an application to the Culinary Institute of America sitting on my desk. It's calling my name. Saying inappropriate things like, "Put down that casebook. You could be elbow deep in pie crust and chocolate ganache and learning how to make cheese. What are you thinking?" Here's what I'm thinking, application to the Culinary Institute: you cost just as much as law school and the average starting salary of your graduates is less than what I was making pre-law school. And despite my best and never ending efforts, I cannot live on chocolate and batter alone. So I will just dream of you. When I'm bogged down in outlines and cases and trying

Where True Loyalties Lie. (I'll Give You A Hint. With Chicken.)
I have to provide a most unfortunate update to this post. Joe called me on Thursday to inform me he got called in to work and could not visit this weekend after all. He assures me this has nothing to do with forced pedicuring and that he will be here next week. Sure. Whatever. Did I tell you about the time he blew me off for BBQ chicken? And people wonder why we're not officially back together. To this day, whenever I bring it up, he gets a faraway look in his eye and says "...oh but it was really good chicken..." quickly followed by "you're stll bringing this up?" Um, yes. You skipped out on

Thought For the Day
When I have kids someday, I think what I'll miss most about my life right now is having "do I have to pee yet?" be my only factor in deciding when to wake up on weekends. Oh, glorious mornings when it's 11:00 am and and the answer is still no! I think I'll miss you most of all.