inspections

today we are having the inspections done on our house-to-be.  

that means we get to go inside it and see it again.

and that means pictures!

stay tuned.

baby attorneys

i have a baby attorney on the other side of a new case.  on my first phone call with him i immediately realized he was a baby attorney.  they're so eager.  they give up so much information! it is yours for the taking.

i went to the bar association website and his bar number confirmed my suspicions.

they really should randomize bar numbers because it makes it too easy.

part of me wants to help him along in this case while he's still cutting his teeth and removing the slip stitches from his brand new coat pleats.

and part of me wants to completely railroad him because his senior attorney is being a real *&!&$@?! on a case i've got.

i don't know which way i'll go, but i either way it will be telling of whether the practice of law has turned me into a complete monster or not.  or yet.

sunday's child is full of grace

we went to mom and joe's today for a late lunch.

one of my friends sent aislinn this led zeppelin onesie.

my baby is hip.

may she never know the horror of cheap speakers, inferior subwoofers, or an inadequate amp.

a great stereo is practically her birthright.

"always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much." -oscar wilde

this morning jake went to the gun show while i slept in.  he took my jeep.

i harbour no illusions that the target demographic of the wanenmacher gun and knife show are happy shiny democrats like myself, but while he was in the expo center, someone slapped this over my obama/biden sticker:

(jake peeled it off my car and i stuck it on a piece of paper.)

okay, really?  am i going to have to move?  when something happened to my first sticker, it turned out to be a harmless prank, but i still had to go through all the emotions before erin 'fessed up.  this time, i'm really, extremely irritated.

so all day long i've been thinking about who this person must have been, what they were thinking, and how angry i am.  i feel like i've been violated.  as much as i detest those smug, slickly designed "W: The President" stickers, i've never defaced one, because we all have a right to voice our opinions.

so tonight i decided that the right thing to do in the face of this situation would be to dig into my pocketbook and make a small donation to the brady campaign to prevent gun violence.

so i did.  and i feel good about it.  take that.

la casa

okay, we're in.  not literally.  we will literally be in on november 22.  that's two weeks away!  AHHHHHHHHHHRHGH.

i need a vacation from my life.

law school

from urban dictionary:

1) A place where stoners and alcoholics can get a graduate degree. 

2) An institution where starry eyed idealists have their dreams of upholding justice and benefiting humanity heartlessly destroyed while incurring more debt than a third world country. These poor souls, after three years of brutal Socratic torture and exposure to the cruel reality of the broken justice system and the non-existent job market, come out of law school stoners or alcoholics.

"and in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. it's the life in your years." -abraham lincoln

life has been really stressful lately.  which is completely unsurprising of anyone juggling a new baby, new business, and a new house.  

i feel like i work all the time now, which is funny because i'm not in the office that much, running around doing this or that urgent thing.  work is constantly on my mind, and i can never get caught up, because i'm juggling 10,000 things at once.  i have lots of people who want to help, but there are some things that just can't be delegated.  for instance, i can't delegate my legal work, and i can't delegate breastfeeding.  and those are the two most pressing responsibilities that i have in my life right now.  if i could just have one day where i could sit at my desk nonstop and work from 8 to 5 without distraction it would be a miracle.  

but i guess that's what being a mom is about.

the other night it was late, i was hungry, it was dark outside and storming, and i was sitting here at my desk, working.  and missing aislinn.  and then paul mccartney's "maybe i'm amazed" came on the radio, which is one of about 60,000 songs that reminds me of my dad (i didn't listen to KMOD for about five years after he died), and i instantly and without warning burst into tears.

i really, really miss my dad.  he's been gone for twelve years, and the pain is still incredibly fresh.

my mom tells me how much i'm like him, what with my strong aversion to working for the  man and all, and how proud he'd be of me.  it's helpful, and it also breaks my heart.  i know there's all that "oh but he can see you" stuff, but that's really never been helpful to me.  we all have our own concepts of heaven, and mine is a little more ethereal than that.  i know his spirit is out there somewhere, but i don't really think he's peeking down from between the clouds to check on me.

i will always be angry that he is gone, and i will always be a little empty inside, and times like this--when life is changing so fast that you can't catch your breath--make the wind roaring around in that empty spot sound a little bit louder.