So much...

I know I've been such a blog slacker. Here's the problem (excuse): Since I've been out of school and now that I don't have to study all the time, I don't need to procrastinate, which was what I was doing most of the time I blogged. Second, I'm not online during my free time near as much since I work full time.

With that said, I'm sorry I haven't been more interesting lately, but my life has certainly been interesting. Here's the brief recap:

9/17/06- Entered into a contract to purchase a home (yay!)
10/26/06- Lost contract on a home (broke my heart)
10/6/06- Found out that I passed the bar exam (yay!)
10/8/06- Entered into a second contract to purchase a home (yay!)
10/18/06- Became a licensed attorney with a bar number and everything (024742 yay!)

Right now I'm just finishing up packing. I was supposed to close on Monday, but due to neverending financing blunders, I probably won't close until Tuesday. Either way, I'm scared but so excited to be a homeowner. I love the house. I have pictures on my Yahoo photos page. Click here to see them. Keep in mind, all the stuff and decorating is not mine, but the previous owners. I'll have to do before and after pictures when it's done. Did I mention how excited I am?

Well, that's the long and short of it. Things are going really well right now. Work is challenging, but I still love it. I have my first court appearance on Monday. It's an easy hearing, but I'm still nervous. Life is good!

The Universe Hates Me #2

I hate all things cell phones! First- background. Remember how my cell phone was stolen, along with my purse, in July? Well I just started using my brother's old, cracked cell phone. I used that for a couple months before I thouhgt it would be a good idea to leave them in my pants pocket and then put it in the washing machinge. On September 4th, I had to purchase a brand new cell phone. Now on to the story...
Saturday morning, September 16, I went wakeboarding with my brother. I had a million things to do, so I had left the lake by about 9:30 am. I was driving out to my aunt's house for breakfast when my urge to use the restroom overcame me and I was forced to stop at the next QT. I parked, and carrying my keys and cell phone, made a dash for the bathroom. Now by this point, I had to go so badly that I was dancing around trying not to wet my pants. I was still wearing my swimsuit and wet board shorts. Now it may be possible that I have grown a bit and my wet board shorts were a little bit stuck as I was trying to take them off. Well, as I was yanking them down, doing the potty dance, my cell phone jumped straight out of my hand and into the toilet. Seriously??? Well long story short, I drove straight to the Verizon store and forked over another $200 for my 4th phone in 4 months because I declined the insurance. Clearly, I have money to burn!

Moral of the story...buy cell phone insurance and don't wear tight, wet board shorts.

Kiss Me To Fiercly, Hold Me Too Tight

True story:

Me: Hi Jack (names have been changed)
Him: Hey Tara, I was going to call you yesterday
Me: Oh yeah? Why?
Him: To see if you wanted to grab a bite to eat or something
Me: But you didn't
Him: Yeah, I decided I didn't want to

By the way, "Jack", if you read this, know that I still love you! I just think sometimes guys say funny things.

On another note, I saw Wicked Friday night. It was absolutely amazing and I would highly recommend it to anyone. I saw it a couple years ago on Broadway with the original cast. I was a little worried that this cast wouldn't live up to the Broadway cast, but the show was fantastic. I had goosebumps over and over and was deeply entrenched in some emotion at all times during the play. It was an A+ in my book. I want to be a Broadway actor now.

It's Over!

I have never been so relieved in my whole life! I'm not sure I failed the bar, and I thought I would be sure of that so I guess that's a good sign. I've had a great weekend. I'm so much happier right now than I have been and I think my ability to cope with the rest of my life has increased dramatically.

I took the bar on Tuesday and Wednesday and IT WAS HARD! But in the end, I am still alive. I drove down to Tucson Monday afternoon and checked into my hotel. I picked up a few things from the store and then studied way too long. I woke up with my stomach tied in knots on Tuesday and headed to the testing center. It was crazy! I'd never seen so many stressed out people in my whole life. Somehow I made it through the 6 hours of essay writing and went back to the hotel. No studying for me. My brain was fried! I watched TV, ate dinner, and went to the pool and hot tub. The next day was equally as tiring. Six hours of multiple choice testing is brutal. It was so hard to concentrate for that long. The essays were exhausting but they were at a much faster pace. We had to write 12 essays in 6 hours so my adrenaline was pumping the whole time. Well, after the test was over I got a little teary eyed as I walked out of the building...not because I was worried about how I did, but because I don't think I'd ever been so happy to be done with something. We'll see how I did in October!

I drove straight from Tucson to the hospital to see my friend. It was so good to hang out with her since I hadn't seen her in a few days. Her husband was there and the three of us played cards for a while. It was super relaxing and a lot of fun.

Thursday, I slept in, then got up to prepare myself for the big day ahead. First stop, nails, pedicure and eyebrow wax. Next, to my mom's to say hi to my puppy for a little while. Then, I went home and layed in the pool. When I tired of that, I cleaned up and met a friend for a matinee showing of "The Devil Wears Prada." I stopped back by my house for a little while until it was time for my massage appointment. After that, to the hospital to hang out with Janette. All in all, it was a wonderful day!

The next day, I tried to catch up on my cleaning but just couldn't bring myself to do it. Thus, I lounged around all day doing pretty much nothing. I did have to take CJ to the vet. (He had been getting these bumps all over his body.) An hour and $110 later, CJ was properly diagnosed and his treatment commenced. Don't worry everyone, he'll be fine. Friday night, I met two friends for dinner and a movie. Dinner was at my favorite restaurant, Oregano's, and we saw "John Tucker Must Die." It was a normal, brainless, high school drama and we all loved it!

Saturday, I finally got around to my cleaning and laundry, which was good. Saturday night, I got a group of about 15 people together for dinner at Buca di Beppo. It was so much fun! It was so good to be out amongst the people again. I spent way too much time locked up in my house while I was studying for the bar.

After church Sunday, Lindsey and I finally went to visit jailbird in prison. We hadn't been able to visit him since he was in county jail in January. It was really good to see him. The whole prison thing was a little freaky. We were subjected to a "sniff search." It's really weird to stand against a fence and let a dog sniff you for drugs. Once we actually got in, it was okay. The visitation was actually fun. They had a big room where everyone was and we played games (Uno and Racko) and just hung out. Sunday night...dinner at my mom's house followed by games with the siblings, then home to go to sleep at a reasonable hour.

MONDAY! Back to work! Yay! I am not being sarcastic by the way. I love my job and have really not been there much in the past 3 months. I was so excited to be back to work and on a full time basis. I got a lot accomplished today and was truly glad to be back. After work, I went straight to the hospital for another rousing game of Phase 10 with my friend, her husband and sister in law. We had a great time. Now I'm home and it's time for bed! (Side note: My friend, the one with leukemia, is doing great. She was pretty sick last week during chemo, but she's feeling much better and has tons of energy. Yay!)

So...moral of today's story: I've taken the bar, I'm still alive, and I'm back in the world with other living people and loving it!

Heart Ache

Tonight I am sleeping over at a friend's house babysitting her daughter. You see, she called me yesterday and told me she was in the hospital and had been diagnosed with leukemia. I just keep crying and crying. The only time I don't cry is during the hours I've been at the hospital with her the last couple days. She's one of my oldest friends and one of my closest. You know, one of the friends that you know that you would never lose touch with. It all started in 10th grade English class when we were assigned to be parters for a project. We've been through everything together. Boyfriends, broken hearts, marriages, a baby for her, a divorce for me, family events (good and bad), road trips, longer than road trips, and all the other life experiences that happen between the ages of 15 and 28.

I don't even know what to write, really. My heart just keeps hurting and I can't get it to stop. She hasn't died, so why can't I just have faith that everything will be alright? I just think I'm out of faith right now. How can I stop crying?

My career - is it too late to change?

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The Universe Hates Me

How many times does one person's belongings need to be stolen in a month? Correct answer: 2

Stolen:
Knock off Prada purse
Movie star sunglasses
Cell phone with over 200 phone numbers!
Cute green leather wallet
Credit card
Driver's license
A variety of random cards
3 lipglosses and 1 nail polish
Earphone splitter
4 Bar Review CD's

Hiatus

As you all know, I am sitting for the Arizona Bar Exam in July (the 25th and 26th) to be exact. I have never been a terribly focused student and get distracted very easily. This is not okay behavior for the Bar Exam. This is SERIOUS! People in my life just have not really caught on to the severity of the situation. It's not really their fault though. I should take responsibility for it. I've been pulled in so many directions lately and I just let it happen. My roommate's baby has been sick and I have been burdened with a great deal of childcare and several sleepless nights. I have tried to continue to attend family and social functions as well as work a little. Combined with my 3 1/2 hours of class 6 days a week, this is not working. At this rate, I will not pass the exam. I had a reality check today by way of a pep talk from Jill. She gave me a great lecture on priorities, so I've decided to make some changes.

I uninstalled my instant messenger program today. No more IM for me until July 26th. I just love talking to people and have no self control with IM. Also, I will start saying NO. For the next 5 weeks, I will not provide one second of childcare. This is the hardest one for me, but it has to be done. I will turn my phone off during study times- not just to silent, but off. If people don't leave a message, I don't want to know who called me. I will only check messages on breaks and only return calls immediately which have immediate importance.

This does not mean that I will lock myself up completely. That's not healthy. What it does mean is that I will be the one to decide how to spend my limited free time and it won't be babysitting. Also, it means that my study time will be more focused. I'm so tired of stringing my study time out from the afternoon to the wee hours of the morning just because I've been distracted. It makes it so much more tiring. So there! I said it. I am going to try being selfish for 5 weeks. It might kill me, but at least I will have a shot at passing this monster they call the Bar Exam.

PS- This means that it will be unlikely that I will post for a while. I'll be back in August for sure though.

Ooh La La

Before I begin the final chapter of my European adventure, I'd like to apologize for the terrible order it's in. The only way to have avoided that would have been to write it all in one day, which just wasn't possible. If the chronology confuses anyone, just follow the dates in order.

Monday, May 22, 2006

After sleeping in just a little, Jill and I awoke in Paris. I woke up with a sore throat and just felt kind of sick, generally. We were actually quite slow in getting out the door. I think our exhaustion was setting in full force. Nevertheless, we eventually did make it out of the hotel and IT WAS COLD! It was so different from Italy. The wind was blowing and rain seemed inevitable. We headed off toward the metro stop and stopped at a bakery along the way. We both purchased a ham and cheese sandwich on a baguette and a pastry. YUM! How I wished we would have just ignored all the pastries in Italy to save room for the ones in Paris. The sandwiches were delicious as well. The only problem was mine had butter on it. What were they thinking? I just scraped as much off as possible and enjoyed it anyway. We wandered for quite a bit (shocker), but finally found the metro stop.

Our first outing was to the Louvre. I was giddy like a school girl when I saw it. There's just something about that glass pyramid that I'd seen in movies and in pictures over and over again. To be standing in front of it was very surreal. We spent a good 3 1/2 hours in the Louvre and I enjoyed every moment of it. I'm not a big art enthusiast as I've previously mentioned, but there was so much genius in one building that it would be hard not to appreciate it.

After the Louvre, we headed off toward the Arc de Triumph. It wasn't terribly close, so we got to see some of the city. I fell in love. I have heard a lot of bad things about Paris. I heard that it is dirty and that the people are mean. I found neither of these to be true. Granted, the people weren't quite as hospitable as in Italy, but no one was ever rude to me. Also, I thought Paris was exceptionally clean. There was a quite peace and serenity that calmed my soul. Okay, that line was a little cheesy, but I really did love it.

I bought a banana from a vendor on the way to the Arc. I hadn't had nearly enough fresh fruit. Plus, the vendor was extremely friendly and spoke very good English. All in all, the transaction was quite pleasant. Sorry- I digress. Did I mention it was freezing? It wouldn't have been bad without the wretched wind.

As we were walking down the Champs Elysees, we saw a movie theater and popped in to see if by some chance The DaVinci Code was playing in English. It was indeed, so we marked that on our things to do list. We made it to the Arc de Triumph and headed right up to the top. Lots of stairs, but well worth the climb. We had an excellent view of the city. It was our first real view of the Eiffel Tower, which was spectacular. It really dwarfed every other structure in the city.

By the time we came down the Arc de Triumph, it was about an hour from the movie's start time. We were a little afraid of French restaurants as none of the menus were translated to English. It just seemed a lot easier to recognize food on Italian menus. Our fear drove us to McDonald'ss since we were in a hurry. I know it's despicable and we were ashamed. Nevertheless, a fountain Diet Coke really made me happy.

After a quick bite, we headed to the theater. The DaVinci Code was the only movie showing and there were almost no other people in the theater. Also, the theater had no concessions, just a couple vending machines. I really wanted to teach a class in cross selling. Oh well. I guess they do things their way. The movie was in English with French subtitles. The only problem was that there were some conversations in the movie that were in French. Since we were actually in France, I guess the powers that be thought we would not need English subtitles. I'd like to see it again to know what they were saying. Notwithstanding that minor annoyance, we pretty much got what was going on. Plus, I had read the book so helped fill in the gaps. It was very cool to see scenes in the movie that we had seen in person that day; specifically the ones in the Louvre.

After the movie was over, we headed home. It was about 10 pm and the subway wasn't crowded. We were very tired as usual. We got back to the hotel and planned our itinerary for the next day. It looked like it was going to be one of our busiest days yet. The trip was almost over and we had a lot of ground to cover. Paris was full of stuff to see. We agreed (reluctantly) to get up earlier than usual to get started on our "things to do in Paris" list.

What I learned in day 8:

1. Throat lozenges would be much more helpful if they were in my suitcase rather than on my "list of things to pack" without a check mark next to it.
2. Wearing three sweaters at a time is very uncomfortable. It would have been a much better idea to have brought a jacket.
3. If you packed an umbrella, take it with you when you leave your hotel so you don't have to buy one that says "Paris" in great big letters across it.
4. Those French people have really figured out how to make bread.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

We didn't get up quite as early as we had planned the night before. Oh well. We both got ready for the day. I had changed my clothing color pallet from blacks to browns and therefore needed to change purses. As I did this, I realized that my wallet wasn't in the purse I had used the previous day. I looked for it for a while before Jill noticed that I was getting a little frantic. When I told her that I thought my wallet was gone, we both scouredd the room. When we were both satisfied that my wallet was not in the hotel room, we tried to think about the last time I had it. I knew I had it when I paid for the movie and I was pretty sure I had it when I took my metro ticket out to get home.

We headed straight to the movie theater- just in case. Okay, maybe we stopped for some pastries, but we were starving and I knew that food would calm my nerves. Plus, I bought the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. It was similar to a giant macaroon, half dipped in chocolate, but a little less dense than normal macaroons. Okay, back to the wallet search. I knew in my heart it wouldn't be there, but we had to try. The nice man gave me a flashlight and set me loose in the theater. We turned up nothing. No one had turned it in.

What was in my wallet you ask? Well I'm ashamed to say. You would think with my years of education and natural born genius that I would not put my passport, debit card, credit card, driver's license, and cash all in the same place. But yes. Yes, I did. I had the equivalent of $180 cash and all my methods of getting money or heck...OUT OF THE COUNTRY wrapped up in a nice little package for donation to some nice pickpocket.

There really was nothing else to do but head for the American Consulate. We spent the morning there, but the good news is that the lady at the counter was the nicest lady ever. She helped me cancel my credit cards and made the process of getting a new passport as painless as possible. It went off without a hitch except for another lady taking about 5 minutes of looking back and forth from my old passport picture to me. She was really not convinced we were the same person. I had to explain to her that the picture was taken 9 years ago and while I agree that bleach blonde was not my best look, it sometimes happens. We were in and out, passport in hand, in about 3 hours. It could have been much worse. By the way, I was quite proud of myself because I never really freaked out and I did not cry! The saddest part was that our entire morning was gone and we had to seriously limit the day's activities by cutting stuff out.

First stop for the day was the Cathedral of Notre Dame. It was beautiful. I hadn't really taken many pictures of all the churches we had visited because a lot of them looked the same, but I wanted a picture of this one. I was digging through my purse and realized that my camera wasn't there. Don't worry. It didn't get stolen, but in my haste to recover my wallet, I had left it at the hotel. Since Jill didn't have a camera, I saw no alternative but to go get it. How could we go for an entire day (well, half a day) in Paris without a camera? So we headed back to the hotel. Man, this day did NOT turn out like we had planned. The beds in our Paris hotel were merely springs with sheets, so neither of us had slept well. We both layed down for just a second and woke up 2 hours later. Whoops! After our brief cat nap, we headed out again. We went up to the Sacre Coeure Basilica (Sacred Heart Church). It's this IMMENSE, beautiful church up on a hill. It had the most amazing views of the city. After looking inside for a while, we wandered around the streets around it. It was so cute. It was clearly tourist oriented. There were a million restaurants and creperies as well as gift shops and art shops. We walked around looking at the shops for a while before stopping for dinner at one of the restaurants. This is where I met my french waiter/boyfriend. Okay, so our courtship only lasted about an hour, but it was good while it lasted. I need to disclaim that I am fully aware that said waiter is a shameless flirt to all American girls who sit at his tables, but I did not care. It was fun. He had a gap between his teeth the size of Texas, but I paid no mind. This restaurant was really special. It was the first place that served tap water instead of overly priced bottled water. Also, we had these huge dinner salads that actually came with dressing. We were in heaven. We were really deficient on our vegetable consumption as well. We lingered for quite a while and got to know our good waiter, Nabil. He tried to take us dancing, but we did not accept. He also offered me a free massage with my dinner, followed by a kiss. Sadly, I did not accept those offers either. Nevertheless, Nabil will always remain in my heart.

After dinner, we stopped at a creperie and ordered chocolate banana crepes. These were terribly disappointingg. The chocolate was bitter and we ended up throwing half of them away.

Next we headed off toward the Eiffel Tower. We had heard that it took 3-4 hours to get to the top, so we weren't even going to try. However, in a mere 25 minutes, we were on the elevator headed straight there. It was fantastic. Do you have any idea how tall that tower is? It took forever to get to the top. Once up there, you could see forever. If we thought Paris was cold on the ground, it didn't even compare to Paris up high. The wind was fierce! It was barely bearable to be outside. Luckily, at the top, there is a room with windows that shielded us from the elements. It was about 9:00 pm by this time and we wanted to see Paris at night, so we decided to hang out there until dark. We had no idea that it wouldn't get dark until 10:30 - stupid daylight savings time. We were up there FOREVER! It was okay and probably worth it, but geez! Paris is gorgeous at night and when we got back down to Earth, we discovered that the Eiffel Tower is just exquisite in the dark. By this time, it was time for bed so we headed back to the hotel.

What I learned in day 9:

1. They have British women working at the American Consulate..Odd.
2. The American Consulate is not at all exotic or exciting. It is suspiciously similar to the DMV.
3. Even if you're not in a crowded place, pickpockets are still smarter and more talented than you are - ZIP UP YOUR PURSE!
4. If you have to wear 3 sweaters to stay warm, perhaps flip flops are not the best footwear choice.
5. You have to ask for the next course and the check at restaurants. They do not assume you are ready for it because apparently Europeans actually sit, linger, and enjoy their food for HOURS!

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Today, we got on a train and headed south about 45 minutes to Versailles. Versailles was cute, from what we saw. We headed straight to the Palace of Versailles. It was, as expected, beautiful. Everything was just so ornate. My favorite part was the grounds though. They were just amazing. I could have lived forever there - well except for the blustery cold. Have I mentioned that yet? It was so green and just so exactly manicured. It really was amazing. We hung out there for a couple hours, then headed back to Paris.

Once back in Paris, we searched high and low for a farmer's market that Jill had read about but never did find it. We did get to see more of Paris so I guess it wasn't a total loss. We also attempted the crepes thing again. This time was much more enjoyable. They were amazing. It's a good thing I don't live there. I would have to stop eating or gain 200 pounds. One thing I did not get sick of was having men shout "Ooh La La" as we walked by. Ooh la la just seems more sophisticated than cat calls. Suspiciously though, they were all trying to sell us something. Do you think there's a correlation?

By this time, we were both beyond exhausted, not necessarily from that particular day, but just from the trip as a whole. Jill's feet were killing her and I was still sick...remember that? At about 5:00 pm, we headed toward the hotel. We stopped briefly at a grocery store and picked up some cheese, then to a bakery for a baguette. At the hotel and after a nice, long bubble bath for me, we pulled out the portable DVD player and watched 2 movies. How lame! We were in Paris for the last night of the trip and we were watching movies in our hotel room. I think both of us had just lost the fight! I also had to repair the duffele bag that had split wide open. Thank you Annell for the travel sewing kit. I really don't know what we would have done without it. After the movies, we packed up as much stuff as possible, then went to bed.

What I learned in Day 10:

1. Only buy crepes from men that shout "ooh la la". They taste better that way.
2. I love Nutella.
3. Buying items in a grocery store is about 1/4 of the cost at a vendor stand at a tourist attraction.
4. If you are in a city with an underground metro system that you are unfamiliar with, bring a compass so you know which direction is which when you emerge from beneath the earth's surface.
5. Herbal Essence Shampoo really does make your hair fall out.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Wow, what a trip it had been! We got up, got ready and packed up the rest of our stuff. We had some money left that we didn't want to change, so we were planning on stopping at our favorite bakery and loading up before heading to the airport. Sadly, it was closed. What kind of bakery is closed at 7:30 in the morning? We were very sad. We got on the subway and headed to the RER, which is another type of train in Paris that I never quite figured out. The RER took us straight to the airport. We had a little trouble getting into the airport as there were turnstyles that required a ticket, but no ticket windows or machines. Eventually we convinced a worker to just let us in. The lines were long, but we were plenty early so there was no real problem at the airport. We spent the last of our money on high priced airport food, but it was pretty good. At almost 11:00 am, we boarded our plane headed for the US. After a very long 10 hour flight we landed for a 3 hour layover in Dallas.

Luckily, my dear friend John met us there (he is finishing a master's program in Dallas) and took us out to get ice cream. That was a much needed outing and he was so sweet for doing so. Plus, it was really good to see him.

Finally, we got back on a plane and headed for home. It was an amazing trip, but I was ready to be back. For my next trip, I want to go lay on a beach for a week!

No, Jill and I did not take a gondola ride

Pictures of my trip and graduation can be found if you click here. I haven't had a chance to label them yet. Sorry.

Well I've been back in the US of A for about two weeks now and keep thinking that I need to finish telling the tales of my travels. Life has just turned crazy since I've been home. I started bar review classes last week and they are just killing me. I have class six days a week for 3 1/2 hours with random 8 hour days thrown in every now and then just for good measure. On top of that, I'm supposed to be studying for 4-6 hours a day. HA! I had to basically quit my job again until August. I still have to pop in every now and then to make sure the place doesn't fall down, but I'm trying to stay away as much as possible. (By the way, I don't really think the place will fall down without me, but I need to check messages and filing dates and stuff.) The moral of the story is that the bar is HARD! There is so much to know. For all 2 of you that are interested, here's how it breaks down:

Day 1: 6 hours, 12 essay questions - each on a different area of law.

Day 2: 6 hours, 200 multiple choice questions.

Not only is it a test of knowledge, but also one of straight endurance. Okay, I'll stop trying to procure the sympathy of the 2 people still reading and move on.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

We arose with the sun, or maybe a little before, packed our bags and left the beautiful city of Florence to embark on our next train ride; destination Venice.

Now finding our way in Venice was the hardest yet because everything is on water. All the taxibuses are really boats. So we thought we were supposed to take a bus to our hotel, but no, it's a boat. The boats were crowded and we were lugging a lot of stuff. Somehow, though I have no idea how, we managed to find the right taxi boat and board it without much trauma. The problem started when we got off. We started wandering but our map was not matching the street names that we were seeing. By this point in our journey, I had learned to stop wandering and ask for help. The only people around were two older women who were clearly natives. I approached them and rudely interrupted their conversation to ask for directions. Neither of them spoke a lick of English so I showed them the address of and the map to our hotel. Apparently we got off on the wrong place. She walked us back to the taxibus stop chatting all the while in her native tongue while I nodded and smiled. She motioned for us to follow her back onto a boat where she saw another woman that she knew. They chatted for a while and we were told that the new woman would be our companion. At least that's we gathered. We rode the bus for a while until our new companion walked off the boat and motioned that we follow. She then proceeded to lead us through a maze they call the streets of Venice for quite a while until we ended up at the front door of the most obscure hotel I'd ever seen. I tried to pay her for her time, but she would not accept it. I swear, the nicest people in the world are in Italy. Well we checked into our hotel, then headed off to explore Venice.

We first went to the famous San Marco Square. We walked through yet another beautiful church and just looked at the shops around the square. We hung out with the 3 million pigeons in the square. Those pigeons are absolutely not afraid of people. A couple landed on the head of a little boy, probably about 3 or 4 years old. I have no doubt that that little boy will be deathly afraid of birds for the rest of his life. He was screaming! So sad.

After wandering around for a little while, we decided to just ride the waterbus up the canal and around for a while to get a broad view of Venice. That was nice. We got off for a little jaunt down some of the streets of Murano. Murano is a little island right next to Venice that is famous for glass blowing. All the glass blowing stuff was closed, but we walked around the neighborhoods. I fell in love. The houses were SO CUTE! I wish I could live there forever. I really felt like I was in a movie.

We eventually finished our waterbus ride around the city and went back to freshen up at our hotel. We weren't ready for bed, so thought we'd wander the city at night. Venice is beautiful at night. I just love water so much though that it made it even better. Watching the gondolas and the boats run on the canal was just so peaceful. Also, it was this night that Jill and I stumbled across a gelato store that was selling crepes. Each of us ordered a crepe that had chocolate and bananas in it. Words cannot express the delight that my tastebuds experienced upon partaking of this chocolate fantasy. I may seem to be a little dramatic about this, but it was THAT GOOD. I almost cried. Eventually we ended back at our hotel room for the night.

What I learned in day 6:

1. Venice does not smell as bad as everyone says it does. In fact, it didn't smell at all.
2. (Dedicated to Jill) When the menu says Pureed Sea Bream, it really is going to be the puree of something that came out of the sea. Why did that surprise you? Nasty!
3. Chicken Croquettes are really chicken nuggets (like the kind you get from Costco) with spaghetti sauce on them.
4. Don't kick the pigeons in San Marco Square. At least that's what Jill's friend Dave says.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

We awoke at our leisure (finally). There are less "sights" in Venice, so we just wandered around the city. We went to a different neighborhood, San Paulo, which was very cute. I just loved all the canals running through the city. We didn't do anything specific, but time seemed to fly by. We did have lunch at a restaurant right on the edge of the Grand Canal. Wow! You know, there are some things you just can't explain. I will just say that it was very cool.

We had to catch a plane to Paris, so we had our last gelato of Italy. I chose 3 flavors: coconut, banana, and peach. I was very satisfied with my choice. I don't think Jill liked choices, but if I remember correctly, she ordered mint, peach, and some berry cream. What kind of combo is that? After we finished our gelato, we gathered our bags and embarked on the longest journey of my life (it seemed).

Keep in mind that throughout this whole journey that I am about to describe, we were carrying a whole bunch of STUFF and also that Venice, as with all of Italy, is full of STAIRS! At about 4:00 pm, we started off by walking to the taxi bus which took us to the bus station. We then waited a while for an actual bus to come. That bus finally came and after about an hour dumped us at a small airport. We waited in line for about an eternity before getting to the counter. I thought that my baggage was going to be overweight, so I tried to take something out of it and shove it in the duffel bag that had all the purses. The result of that maneuver was a gaping tear in the duffel bag. What on earth was I supposed to do about that? The check in guy gave us some tape that was about as useful as...well you get my point. I think my dad would have said "As useful as tits on a boar hog", but since I'm a lady, I won't say something like that. I digress. So basically, we just hope that our stuff doesn't fall out and go ahead and send it on the conveyor belt. Turns out my bag was actually underweight. I'm an idiot. After we checked in, we waited FOREVER in the least organized facility I've ever been in. We did meet some nice girls that were doing the exact opposite trip that we were doing. We traded tips and eventually boarded the airplane to Paris. By this time, it's about 9:00 pm. We got to a small airport outside of Paris at about 11:00 pm. From there, we got on another bus to take us into Paris. We got into the city at about 12:30 pm. I swear I was a complete zombie by this point. We were supposed to catch the subway, but it had closed. We were on the completely opposite side of the city from our hotel, but it seemed we had no other choice but to get a taxi. I hailed the first one I saw. Are all taxis in Paris Mercedes or was I just lucky enough to hail the most expensive mode of transportation possible? I honestly would have paid someone $100 at that moment to just take me to my hotel room. We got the added bonus of driving past and seeing the Arc de Triumph in the middle of the night without any tourists around. It was very surreal. Luckily it only cost about 30 Euros, which is still not cheap but I could have kissed the taxi driver for taking us directly to the door step of our hotel. It was the first hotel we didn't have to search for. Well, we checked in and went right to bed. It was probably the least comfortable bed of the trip, but I didn't even care.

What I learned in day 7:

1. Flying may sound way easier than taking an overnight train, but it's a big lie.
2. Taxi drivers with GPS systems are my new best friends.
3. There are way less naked statues in Venice than Florence.
4. Glass is beautiful, but really not my style (as in the stuff they make out of glass at Murano).

For the love of all things purses

Friday, May 19, 2006

Today was wonderful! We started the morning with a walking tour of Florence. It was so interesting. Normally I don't like guided tours, but our guide, Frea, was very cool and she had so much interesting information to share. We learned all about Medieval and Renaissance architecture. The best part was learning where the phrases "Saved by the bell", "Hole in the wall", "Dead Ringer", and "Stinking Rich" came from. I can't tell you how beautiful and rich in history this city is. I could stay here for a long time. The thought of abandoning American life for a few years to be a tour guide or even just a waitress in random countries sounds more appealing everyday.

We were tuckered out from our "arduous" walking tour, so collapsed on the doorstep (well we made it to the table) of Gigi's. Up to this point, it was the most pleasant meal we have partaken of. I enjoyed a delicious potato pasta soup and swordfish and Jill actually got pasta with a kick. We left happy.

After admiring the city for hours, Jill and I rolled up our sleeves and got down to business. Florence is the city of shopping, is it not? We came out victorious from our shopping adventures with a combined 10 purses, 9 ties, 2 belts, and 1 shirt. Not all of it is for us, but most of it certainly is. When we got back to the hotel, we laid all our new purchases out on the bed so that we could simply sit and admire them.

We finished the evening with some fantastic pizza topped off with...you guessed it...gelato. It has been a good day. Off to Venice bright and early tomorrow.

What I learned in day 5:

1. When an Italian says "It will be two minutes", they don't really mean it. We are convinced it's the only time related phrase they were taught in English class.
2. It is not safe to assume that a pizza comes with both sauce and cheese. Generally it is one or the other.
3. Women's intuition does not apply when wandering the streets of Italy. Our instincts are consistently and terribly wrong in regards to direction. We are not ashamed.
4. Italian pastries are really not as good as they look.

If I could eat gelato everyday...

Oh wait...I do. (Please see disclaimer from previous post)

Wow! So much to say, but I dont know if I can get it all in or if anyone will even be interested, but I also blog as a journal so feel free to read intently, skim, or just skip it altogether. I guess the best way to do this is in chronological order.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

After hosting the greatest graduation party ever on Saturday night, I started packing at about 2:30 am. Needless to say, I didnt go to sleep at all before leaving for the airport at 4:45 am (thank you Kari).

Monday, May 15, 2006

The flight was uneventful, but we got to Rome at about 8 am on Monday. I slept a little on the plane, but not nearly enough to sustain me through the whole day ahead of me. Our hotel was supposed to be 200 meters from the train station, but suspiciously it took about 2 hours for Jill and I to find it. We walked and walked and walked asking multiple Romans for directions. Each of them pointed a different direction. We figured we logged in 5 to 6 miles before some angelic Italian man took pity on us and asked if he could help. He looked at the map the hotel had provided and told us it was wrong and said he knew where it was based on the address. We were skeptical, but frankly out of options. It was about noon and hotter than...well you get the idea. We both had blisters and were still carting our luggage. Before anyone freaks out about some man trying to take advantage of us, let me describe him to you: pipsqueak. Either Jill or I could have taken him down blindfolded. I would guess he was somewhere between 20 and 25 years old. Okay, so getting to the point...he actually bought our subway tickets, rode with us to the stop, got out and walked us to the door of our hotel. Ive never wanted to kiss someone so much in my whole life (maybe Im exagerating). He wanted nothing in return, wished us a pleasant stay in Rome and continue with the rest of the day.

Well, we dropped off our luggage and headed out. First stop...Colloseum. Wow! It was so surreal just standing there looking at it. It was amazing. You walk out of the subway station and it just there! It was so hard to believe that all the gladiator, etc. stuff actually happened there. After the Colloseum, we wandered up through the Roman Forums. All I have to say (actually, not all) is that everything in Rome is so enormous! I am in incredible awe that they could build all the stuff we say.

After the Roman Forums, we made a quick stop by the Mouth of Truth. Ive always had this intense fear of putting my hand in and a fierce monster ripping my arm off, but I couldnt let the picture opportunity pass me by so I did it. I still have my arm. Whew!!

The day wouldnt have been complete without a trip to the Pantheon and the Trevi Fountain...both beautiful. I have never been so tired in my entire life. We turned in early and were both asleep by 8:30.

What I learned in day 1:

1. Dont order a Diet Coke at lunch before you know how much it will cost or your bill will say that it cost 5 euros (about $7).
2. After 30 minutes of not finding a hotel that is 200 meters away, hail a taxi cab and have him take you there.
3. If you buy something from a street vendor for 2 euros, give the vendor 2 euros. Even if he says he will give you change, he will really just give you 2 more of what you bought and keep the difference. (That one is for Jill).

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

We woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed. Jill had blisters, but other than that, we totally new women. We got ready quickly and headed out for the day. First stop, Vatican City. There was a large line to get into the Sistine chapel, so we dutifully started walking to the end of the line. We were walking and walking and walking. We finally found it about a half a mile down the road! What?!?! But what were our choices. You cant go to Rome and just skip Vatican city. So we got in line. I was amazed, but it only took us about 35 minutes to get to the front. It was the fastest moving line Id ever been in. It was cool and the Sistine chapel was awe inspiring, but there were SOOOOO many people. We felt like cattle. After the Sistine Chapel, we headed over to St. Peters Basilica, which I actually enjoyed more. It was beautiful and of course...huge! One thing though...man do those people hate The DaVinci Code. Our guide strictly forbid questions about it.

After that we went to the castle of Saint Angelo. It was as cool as any castle, but the best part was the view from the top. It overlooked all of Rome and was very close to Vatican city. The view was absolutely breathtaking. Im sure theres no way my camera could possibly catch the magic of it.

After that we headed over to Piazza Navona. It was pretty, but there were too many people. Jill and I made friends with a painter there and Jill bought a beatiful painting of Venice. He kept telling us how pretty we were so we stayed and chatted for quite a bit. He also informed us that if we didnt speak, we looked Italian. I dont know why that made me happy. We ended the day with the Spanish steps. I dont get the big deal about those, but we went nonetheless.

Jills suitcase handles broke off, so at some point during the day, she bought a rolling duffle bag. We ditched her suitcase and I put a bunch of her stuff in my bag which made my suitcase about a million pounds. We gathered our stuff and headed to the train station, destination La Spezia. Now have I mentioned that Italy is the country of stairs? Well that became even more obvious to me as I was carting around this million pound suitcase. I could barely lift it. As we were getting off the train in La Spezia, I was hoisting it down and somewhere between the train door and the pavement at the bottom of the steps, the bag took on a life of its own. It fully took me out and I land square on my toosh. Jill was very concerned about me through her laughter. She really was concerned, but Im sure she wouldnt trade the mental image she now has stored. I was very grumpy that night. It was after 10 pm. I was deathly hungry and now in a great deal of pain. I think Jill knew it was best to steer clear of me (as possible as that is when we are connected at the hip through the whole trip) for the rest of the evening.

What I learned in day 2:

1. Coconut gelato tastes different at every gelateria, but its always my favorite.
2. You can get gelato everywhere and I think its important that you do.
3. Prada knock off purses are great!
4. Put the heavy stuff in Jills little duffle bag.

Wednesay, May 17, 2006

This was an amazing day. We went to a place called Le Cinque Terre. Its a cluster of five small villages on the coast of Italy that are seemingly untouched by time. You can hike between them along the edge of the cliffs overlooking the ocean. Words cannot describe how beautiful this was. We took the train to the first town, Riomaggiore. From there we hike to the second village, Manarola. The views were incredible. We were hiking on a path right above the ocean. We walked around the little shops in Manarola and climbed on the rocks by the ocean for a little while before heading to the next village Corniglia. It was a nice little hour long hike until the very end when we wanted to die. We climbed at least a gazillion stairs straight up this mountain (well in switchbacks). I dont know what the big deal with the Spanish steps was...this was much more impressive. Once at the top, we stopped for a patio lunch at a little restaurant overlooking the town and ocean. Im not sure why, but I think the restaraunt owner hated us. It didnt matter though. It was too beautiful to care. To save time, we took a train to the next town, Vernazza. Again, beautiful. I just dont know what else to say. From Vernazza, we bought a boat ticket to Monterosso. Monterosso was the "big city" of the five. It had beautiful beaches and Jill and I were cursing ourselves for not toting along our swimsuits. When I saw that you could get a massage while lying on the beach, I almost cried. Its the dream!

After a long day, we took the train back to our hotel in La Spezia. We got a pizza to go and stopped by a pastry shop, buying one of almost everything and made total gluttons of ourselves. Luckily I didnt like most of the pastries. Id hate to be forced to buy them every day!

Finished the day watching 13 Going on 30 on Jills sisters portable DVD player (Thanks Laura).

I havent talked about the food yet! Its delicious, but mostly I just love gelato. I dont know how I went my whole life without it.

The other thing I have to say about this country is that everything is SOOO EXPENSIVE! Ive never spent so much money for every meal in my life. Its ridiculous. I hope my loved ones dont expect gifts because I spent all my gift money on gelato!

Things I learned in day 3:

1. Le Cinque Terre is now my favorite place on earth.
2. Making friends along the way is lots of fun.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Woke up bright and early. Had a delightful breakfast at the hotel, then caught a train to Florence. I love Florence. There are just so many people everywhere. I wish the tourists (except Jill and I) would just go home. Again, everything is immense here. We got into the city at about 10 and found our hotel rather quickly (only one wrong turn). So far our hotels have been nicer than expected. We went to the Uffizi gallery first, then to the Galleria dell Accademia (home of the David). The first museum was cool because it had a big thing about Leonardo Da Vinci. His genius astounds me. Other than that, I just dont get the whole depressing Catholic art. This is probably very ignorant of me to say and I hope I dont offend, but its seriously the most depressing stuff Ive ever seen. The second museum should really be named Museum of the David. There just wasnt that much other stuff there. But the David was very cool. I had no ide how big it was. I swear if I could stand right next to it, Id probably just come up to his knee. It was amazing.

I love the feel of Florence and not only because Ive never seen so many beautiful purses either. Its beautiful and just feels comfy. Jill and I actually had gelato twice today and ate a lot of other stuff too. Shoot. Oh well, Im not ashamed. Night life isnt hopping in this town, so I had come time to stop by the internet cafe tonight. That is the update so far. I hope I didnt leave anything out. Im sure theres much more to come.

I fear Ive been bitten again by the travel bug. For about 20 minutes I actually considered giving up the whole law thing and just moving to different countries doing whatever I could to pay the bills. I just love it. Dont worry, I decided against it (for now).

Were having the time of our lives even though we are so tired we could sleep for a week.

Things I learned in day 4:

1. Florence is pornographic. I had no idea that there were so many naked statues!
2. So many gelato flavors, so little time.
3. I know nothing about art.

I did it!

(Disclaimer: I am typing on an Italian keyboard that either has a hidden apostrophe that I am blind to or else it doesnt exist. Please bear with my lack of apostrophes.)

So its true. I finally graduated. I got every paper and test done and they let me walk. I dont actually know if I passed all my classes yet, but Id like to assume that I did.

Graduation day was wonderful. I couldnt have asked for a better one. Almost everyone I love was either at the graduation or one of the two parties that I had that weekend. I am so lucky to have so many wonderful people in my life. I wont get too sentimental because I want to write about my trip and I only bought a limited amount of time at the internet cafe. :) It is sufficient to say that I am very blessed and cannot wait to see what kind of journey this next chapter of my life takes me on! Its been a wild ride so far.

The worst law student EVER!

It's true. I won the prize for worst law student ever! I had a 20 page paper due last semester. The stupid teacher told us that we could turn in the paper any time before we graduate. I HATE HER! I still haven't done it. I took Thursday and Friday off work last week to sit home and do nothing but my paper. Did I? NO! I sat in front of my computer all day. I did nothing else. I didn't watch TV. I didn't go shopping. I just stared at my computer thinking about how I needed to write my paper. At the end of two days, I ended up with 2 sentences and a table of contents. Seriously, what's wrong with me? Maybe I have a learning disability that has never been diagnosed? I should have checked into that way before now. On the bright side, assuming I finish the blasted paper, I graduate in 3 weeks. In 3 weeks from Sunday, I get on a plane to Italy. I can't even express in words how excited I am. That doesn't help my focus in school. I really hope I pass!

Sandra Day O'Connor College of Law

A great thing happened yesterday. I'm not even sure why it is so great or why it means so much to me, but I actually had to hold back tears when I heard.

Yesterday, they were setting up some big "to do" at the law school but no one knew what it was all about. About one o'clock, a crowd started to gather and Governor Napolitano, Dean White (dean of the law school), President Crow (president of ASU) and Chief Justice McGregor (of the AZ Supreme Court) were sitting at an elevated table with news cameras pointed at them.

"This should be good," I thought to myself. It was all top secret. No one seemed to have a clue what it was all about.

President Crow was the first to speak. He announced that the Arizona State University College of Law would be renamed the Sandra Day O'Connor College of Law at ASU. I really almost cried. I am so excited and so proud to graduate from a school named after her.

She's been a role model to me since 3rd grade, the first year that Sandra Day O'Connor Elementary School opened in my neighborhood. While I was going to school there, I got to meet her and see her speak a few times. I think it's kind of cool to go to an Elementary School and a law school named after the same person.

ASU will have the first law school named after a woman. It's also only the second law school to be named after a living person based on merit alone. I'm so glad they're not naming it after some random person who donated a gazillion dollars to the school.

She really was a trailblazer for women in the law. Though I don't agree with every one of her decisions, I respect her case-by-case approach to jurisprudence. In 2004, Forbes named her the fourth most powerful woman in the US and the sixth most powerful in the world. For a woman born in 1930, I'd say that's pretty impressive.

DDR

I know it's been forever since I updated. I've been really sad for the last few weeks and didn't want to post depressing stuff, so I abstained. I'm feeling better now, so here goes. I guess there's probably a lot to write about in the last few weeks, but I'm sure I won't remember it all.

The most recent and most exciting piece of news is that I am the recent owner of an Xbox. No, I don't want the Xbox for Halo. In fact I acquired Halo and Halo II, but I'll probably sell them. I had one sole purpose in getting the Xbox. DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION. I've only done it twice, but I LOVE IT! I bought the game and two pads last night on E-bay. Words cannot express the level of anticipation I feel at getting that package in the mail. I think it will be a great way to exercise and not realize that I'm exercising. My roommate told me I was unbalanced last night. I just think she's jealous that she won't be the proud owner of DDR.

Maybe my new exercise can help jump start me back on the path of weight loss. I started a new weight loss program back in October and have lost 21 pounds. However, I have completely abandoned it for the last couple months. I haven't gained any of it back, so that's good, but I have another 20-25 pounds to go until I'm happy. Monday was my first day back on the wagon. I haven't been perfect, but have been trying a lot harder. It's amazing how you feel skinnier when you're eating right even if you haven't actually lost more weight yet. I wish I wouldn't have been such a slacker because if I would have stayed on the plan, I would have been at my target weight in about a week. Oh well! Now, I'm just trying to lose as much as possible by graduation and Italy. Wish me luck!

School is coming to a close. I graduate in 5 1/2 weeks. While I'm so excited for this event, it's coming too soon. I feel like I need more time. I have papers to write, finals to study for, work at my job to do, Italy to get ready for, a graduation party to plan, and announcements to get out. AHHHH!!!!

That leads me to my graduation announcements. I got it in my head that regular graduation announcements were stupid...for several reasons. First, they are so normal. There is no personality. Every law school graduation announcement looks exactly like every college graduation announcement which looks exactly like every high school graduation announcement. Law school has been so personal to me that I wanted my announcements to have "TK flare". Second, I'm only sending announcements to my family and close friends. They already know I'm graduating. I wanted it to mean something. Third, I'm revolting against the stupid graduation companies that make up stuff for us to buy. Their announcements are grossly overpriced. So the apparent solution to this problem is to make my own. Geez! What was I thinking? Actually, I'm glad I'm doing it. They have just been more difficult than I anticipated. They are almost done. I wanted to make them more like a thank you note to all those people that have had an influence in my life. I know I'm not the only one that got me to this point. I just hope that the recipient's don't think I'm too cheesy. We shall see.

I found a quote that is particularly applicable to my life. I'm putting it on the outside of my graduation announcements. "We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us." -E. M. Forster

Coffee Talk

I went out with a few friends on Friday night. We wanted to do something out of the ordinary so we found this cute coffe shop called Coffee Talk to try out. It was pretty random and quite homey. I loved it. It was a little dull when we first got there, but things picked up after a while. It was just so comfy. A little band of middle aged men came and played. It was nice. So my two friends and I were just sitting at a table chatting when a cute man that was about 120 years old came over to our table. He asked if any of us could dance. Both of my friends pointed immediately to me...not because I can dance, but because they are both terrified of stuff like that. So I asked, "Are you looking for a dance partner?" He said yes, so what was I to do. Of course I danced with him. Keep in mind this was not a "dancing" kind of place. We danced on the tile right in front of the cash register. All the women in the joint were looking at me with this "That is the cutest thing we've ever seen" face. It was actually really fun. So the man asked my name and then I asked his. He responded, "Well let me tell you a story..."
Him: There was this man who had no arms and no legs and he was out in the ocean. What was he doing?
Me: Is your name Bob?
Him: Yes, you're right. He was bobbing!
Me: Do you tell that story often?
Him: As often as I get the chance. You're only about the 4th one to get that.
Me: Laughing right out loud.
It honestly made my night. He wasn't the creepy, dirty old man type. Just super sweet and not a terrible dancer. I gave Bob a great big hug when the song was over.

My new bedroom

I just don't understand why I've gotten so excited about my new bedroom. One thing I did decide is that I love home decoration. My goal is to buy a house within the next year. When I do that, I think I'm going to try and find a serious work in progress. I would love to spend the time taking a truly ugly house and completely remodeling it. I love creating something beautiful out of wretchedness.


Well anyway, here are the pictures of my room. I am open for comments, even if you think it's horrible (ie. A - see earlier comments) I am quite proud of the 5 bed pillows I made. They're harder than they look! I also made the clock on the wall. It's not my favorite, but I think it goes in the room.

Moved, painted, and unpacked

I worked very hard this weekend and got everything done. My room is painted, every box is unpacked, stuff is hung on the walls and CJ has moved in with me. The first couple days were a little rough with CJ. He doesn't really like other people and barks like crazy at anyone who comes to the door. The other dog in the house, Frank, doesn't really like CJ living there. They don't fight and they get along fine, but Frank keeps "marking his territory" while we are all gone. It's really annoying, but I'm glad it's not CJ doing it. I'm still worried that I should have just left CJ at my parent's house, but I just love him too much. I'm going to feel really bad when Frank leaves in a couple weeks and CJ gets so lonely. I guess we'll just see how it goes.

Besides that, I did my first flower arrangement and made pillows for my bed. Aren't I just Martha Stewart? I'm not crafty at all, but I couldn't find stuff I liked to buy.

Can I just say I hate sitting in Commercial Real Estate Practice from 4:30 to 6:30 every Wednesday night. I HATE IT! It's not so much the class that I hate (though it's a little dull), but the time of day is killer! I guess that's all for now.

Picked out my paint

Behr has this great tool on their website. You can choose from tons of different rooms and put paint on the walls to see how it would look. I picked out the paint for my new bedroom using this tool. Here's the picture I came up with on the website. When I'm done with my room I'll post the actual pictures. My brown will actually only go up the wall just less than halfway. I really wonder if I shouldn't have gone into interior decorating instead of law. I don't know if I'm any good at it, but I get so excited! I'm moving tomorrow. I have a couple friends helping me move as much stuff as possible right after work, then we'll paint. I'm just moving as much stuff as possible into my closet and the rest of my furniture, etc. can stay in the living room while we paint. Thanks to all my great friends who are helping me! So much fun!

5 days and counting...

Well it will probably be 5 days until I paint and 6 days until I move. I'm so excited and anxious. I'm so nervous about CJ though. He's been such a naughty dog lately. He's destroyed two of my favorite pair of strappy sandals and a new bra! He drags them out to the backyard first, then chews. I will seriously die if he ruins any of Kari's things. I think if I buy him more toys to chew on, it will be better. At least I hope so.

8 days until moving...

There's really nothing too interesting to write about lately. I do have a moving date though - March 2nd. I'm super excited about this move and probably more excited about my bedroom makeover. I'm doing a chocolate brown and baby blue color scheme. It's something different enough that I want to do a practice run in my friend's house before my own in a year or two. I think I'm going to love it though.

One of my sister's friends is moving into the apartment I'm moving out of. I'm not sure what gave her the idea that this was okay, but she called me on Friday night while I was out to tell me she had just moved all her stuff in boxes into my living room. WHAT? I get home and she did, in fact, move all her stuff to my house. Apparently she had to move in early because her parent's wouldn't let her go to Mexico with friends next weekend, so she moved out so she could go.

So my water heater is fixed, or at least supposed to be today. There are no longer holes in my laundry room wall. My kitchen floor is still torn up and there are boxes strewn throughout my house. Now, I know there are starving children all over the world, so this may sound pretty selfish, but can't I just move tomorrow?

Dentist

This will be short. Do NOT go three years between visits to the dentist. That's really all I have to say about that.

Missing Duck

I live in a guest house in my parent's back yard. This is a bit of a sore subject for me because I am very independent and had lived away from home for seven years before moving back and I only moved back to go to school. I figured law school was enough debt by itself and I could save money by living for free.

With that said...There has been water leaking in my laundry room for quite some time now. I've told my dad about it several times and he has consistently ignored me. Only when it started to smell like a rotten garbage can, did he decide it may be time to act (and then only after blaming me for not telling him). He asked his cousin's son, who is a "supposed" plumber to come assess the situation. His assessment of the situation was to cut two HUGE holes out of the wall clear through to the outdoors. Only then did he decide the leak was actually coming from the water heater and not from inside an otherwise perfect wall. Then he left.

Second problem: There is linoleum in my kitchen that has seen better days. I've been promised tile since I moved in, but I've seen no evidence of any forthcoming. Saturday morning...TK sleeping...screeching and scraping coming from my kitchen. My 13 year old brother decided it would be the perfect time to run a shovel across cement in his efforts to pull the linoleum up. After about 20 minutes of this, he apparently tired and went on with his Saturday, leaving my kitchen in absolute shambles and only about 25% of the floor gone. He even pushed my kitchen table and chairs in front of my hallway leaving me no alternative but to crawl under the table to exit my apartment. I call that a fire hazard!

Don't even get me started about the various smells in my apartment.

So the state of my living situation is this: My kitchen is a tornado. My laundry room still has two holes in it with a big welcome sign inviting all creatures in. I have no hot water and am currently sharing a bathroom with my 13 and 22 year old brothers. It's fantastic!

There is a sign up all over the neighborhood that says MISSING DUCK accompanied with a phone number. I assume the phone number is of the poor former duck owner that thinks we live in a trailer park!

I'm moving in three weeks.

Just a good day...

Today was just one of those good days. I received a high compliment from one of my professors this morning. I am in a Trial Advocacy class and did a closing statement today. Everyone in the class had to do one and I was one of the last. My professor caught me in the hall after class and told me that I had a natural talent and that I did the best closing argument in the class. This may not sound like much, but I was terrified and pretty much thought I sucked, so it was really nice to hear.

Also, two perfect strangers asked me for my phone number today. WEIRD! The first was a guy that started chatting with me as we walked from a bus stop to our respective classes. He seemed like a nice, normal guy, so I gave it to him. The second was a bit of a thug, but hey - it's still flattering. He was a ref at my little brother's basketball game. To him, I said I had a boyfriend. Little white lies like that are allowed right?

So today was just an all around confidence booster. It was much needed. It was just a good day.

New approach & Chinese talent show

I've decided that my current day to day life is rather dull. However, I had a rather bizarre childhood and many adult adventures. Kimbo left a comment that she'd love to hear about my travel adventures. This inspired me to take a new turn in my blogging. While I may write about anything interesting that happens in my current life, I think I will start telling stories from my past. They will range anywhere from picking the brains out of a bear's skull to getting arrested in China. Many may be about members of my crazy family. There will probably be no order, chronological or otherwise. I hope this is interesting to those who may read my blog, but even if it isn't, it's time I start putting this stuff down on paper, proverbially speaking, of course.

I'll start with China. I lived in China for 5 months in 2001. It was amazing and I could go on and on about stories from China. I went over to work for a non-profit Chinese company to teach English. I got there in August and man WAS IT HOT! There was no air conditioning, so everyone spent every evening out in the park. There were hundreds of people out...children running around everywhere, ballroom dancing in one section, line dancing to Chinese instruments in another. I was the only foreigner for miles and did not know one word of Chinese. It was my first night in the park and I was wandering around just watching. I was in awe! I approached a large group of people that were gathered in a kind of circle. I hung in the back and found myself a nice brick wall to sit on. I think I had the best view in the park. I realized what was happening was a talent show of sorts. Someone would go to the middle of the group and do a fan dance, sing some Chinese Opera, or play some sort of instrument I wasn't familiar with. I was in the back, enjoying the show, thinking I was invisible, an invisible imposter in this completely unfamiliar world. I was wrong. I guess the only blonde for miles can't be very invisible. Suddenly, the crowd parted and everyone was looking at me. Remember, I spoke NO CHINESE and had no idea what was going on. Why were they all staring at me? A woman with a kind smile approached me, took my hand and gently pulled me off the wall and into the middle of the circle. All eyes were still on me. She said something to me but it was soon obvious that I did not understand. We played a short game of charades until I finally understood that she wanted me to sing. Upon this realization, I politely said no and tried to return to my comfortable wall. Have you ever tried to get through a solid wall of people who have no idea what you are trying to say? Well, I was gently nudged back to the middle of the circle and abandoned there to stare back at the masses surrounding me. Word must have spread about the blonde in the circle because the whole neighborhood seemed to magically appear to watch the upcoming show. What was I to do? Sing, I guess. So I did. The only songs I was certain I would remember all the words to were hymns. When I was done, I received generous applause and returned it with a encore (on demand of course). I'm pretty sure this won me several instant Chinese friends. So there I was, a 22 year old American girl, with no knowlege of the Chinese language, singing about Jesus Christ to a group of about 100 people with no knowlege of the English language who have no idea who Jesus Christ is. After the show, many of my neighbors tried to talk to me...albeit unsuccessfully. We managed though. They acted out words and then said them. That's how I started learning Chinese. That was my second day in China. By the end of the month, I was pretty comfortable getting around with my new found language skills. Not only that, but I became a regular with the line dancing crowd consisting of mostly women over the age of sixty.

Busy Semester

I started my last semester of law school this week. I CANNOT believe it's really almost over. It's very surreal. I have so much to be grateful for! I'm working part time at a law firm right now and I LOVE it! I am interested in the things I do. I get paid well. I feel useful and not like I'm doing busy work. I really feel like I will be prepared to be an attorney in a few months.

I'm moving out of my parent's backyard soon. I know it's time for me to leave, but this small part of me is sad. I don't understand that part. Why wouldn't I want to move? The financial part is part of it - you know...paying rent. I think the other part is that I have to move into a room and share living space with other people. I'm used to living alone and I really like that. I will be living with two sisters too, which may be a little weird. Oh well, it's time for a change.

Oh yeah...I almost forgot. I bought a plane ticket to Italy last week. I fly into Rome on May 15th and fly out of Paris on May 25th. I'm travelling with one friend, which is perfect and we travel well together.

I really do have a lot to be grateful for. Life is good. I just have to find me a man now! Ha! But who really has the time?

Jailbird got sentenced...finally!

Jailbird got sentenced on Friday. He was sentenced to five years in prison. Because of some time served credit and some weird prison time calculation, he should be out of jail in about January 2009. I was the only one at his hearing and his attorney asked me to speak on his behalf. I thought his attorney did a good job and the judge even said that she was persuasive, but in the end, none of it mattered.

I had to call his mom and tell her. That was not a fun conversation.

I know that I have nothing to complain about because I won't be spending the next few years in jail, but I'm a little overwhelmed. Aside from all the "stuff" I have to take care of...like selling his car, figuring out what to do with all of his stuff, etc., I feel a huge burden. He's going to some prison, probably not very close to here. His family all lives out of state and his friends I fear will dwindle. They had such a hard time going to see him in jail when it was fairly easy to get through the process. I really feel like I will be the only one who will stick with him. That's a lot of pressure that if I don't write or visit, no one will. It's so sad. Add the guilt that I feel for even being selfish and feeling that way and I just feel crappy. I feel selfish and uncharitable.

I'm sure once I process all this and things settle down, everything will be okay. Why do people have to make such stupid choices?