Whew...

I was about to reach for my stash until I saw this up in the dressing room at the gym. Good thing.

I'm Starting A Running/Hiking Club

Why You Should Join

They're Real

Walking into a store, getting my parking pass at school, buying an iced coffee drink, or just hanging out, I often hear, "Are your eyelashes real?" It makes me laugh. I'm sorry, but are you serious? Just today while ordering another dose of caffeine while studying for my final in my sweats and glasses another woman asked me if my eyelashes were real. If I had the time or desire to put on fake eyelashes, or if I could afford to buy eyelash extensions do you really think I'd be here looking like this?

They Call My Boss THE BULLDOG

But he's really a teddy bear. Even though my prayers of winning the lottery haven't been answered, God must really love me because I've had the best bosses in the world.

The Fringe Benefits of Blogging

I'm thinking a stapler would get me at least a kingdom

Finally a Starbucks Quote Worth Quoting

"Seven million innocent European Jews were killed in the 1940's, and we rightly called it the Holocaust. Eleven million innocent Africans have died of AIDS so far this decade because they were unable to get the drugs that would save their lives. What do we call that?"
Rob Glaser, CEO of RealNetworks, and founder of the Glaser Progress Foundation.

You Talking To Me?

100 Degree Weather. Car with no air-conditioning. Sweat Dripping. Finally a sign that spoke directly to me. But no. I will not get air-conditioning. The KIA is now a badge of honor. That, and I have no money. But I'm a survivor. If I don't die from heat stroke, heat exhaustion or dehydration, the first thing I'm going to do when I’m a lawyer is to get a car that has air-conditioning. I know. I have big dreams.

On The Record

My first real transcript from my first real argument in front of a real judge in a real courtroom. I'm framing it.


* Names have been blocked to protect the identity of the innocent.

How To Know You're Getting Old

As if using wrinkle prevention moisturizer wasn't enough I now get friends' (by "friends," I mean people I am acquainted with whom are roughly the same age I am who I share no business relationship) phone numbers on professional business cards rather than on torn pieces of paper. Instead of seven digits scribbled with a broken pencil, I have a person's fax number, home number, business number, emergency number, and email address(es). I'm sorry. But this is happening way too fast. I'm not ready to send you faxes. But rest assured, I will contact your brother's ex-girlfriend's cousin's twice removed uncle's best friend's daughter's mother in case of an emergency.