One of my clients owes money. Hell, who doesn't owe money at this point? My life is an endless weekly list of whom I owe and how much.
Each time a bill comes in, I write its due date on the calendar along with the amount and circle it. Once I'm pretty sure of how a month will go, I write the total amount due that week to the left of the Sunday box. I do this because I'm neurotic and because I want GPOM to be quite aware of where our money goes and when it goes. And it's easier than reminding him of my super-duper special-secret tough password that attaches to the bank accounts.
Today, I learned that there is an outside chance that I will have to go to Memphis and appear on behalf of my client in federal court. I haven't been to Memphis since I was eighteen and RisiMoore came to visit me and of course we had to go to Graceland.
Graceland is awesome, and Memphis is not nearly as close to Nashville as one might think. Tennessee's all scrunchy.
Since I learned about this possibility, I've had this song in my head, and I've now played the youtube video three times, and the night's still young.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
So. Vegas.
My parents are getting ready to celebrate their fiftieth wedding anniversary here in a couple of weeks (September second - let me know if you need the address to send a card. Send a card, people. Seriously. Even if you don't know my folks, you know me, and don't you think they deserve some sort of kindness from strangers for putting up with me?) and while I really wanted to throw a reunion party here, that plan was summarily dismissed some time ago.
Whatever. It's only my sweet childhood memories of my grandparents' fiftieth that are being ruined by not being able to give my parents the same joy.
So my siblings decided that the best thing to do would be to go to Vegas. Yes. I still can't think of a better place for my older, seventy-ish-year-old folks to have a good time. Momma, watch that hip! No, I don't think the stripper pole revue is what's affecting your pacemaker. Dad, stop it! Seriously, STOP DROOLING. This is not The Girls Next Door.
I'm sure you can see the appeal. So, apparently the plan is to go the weekend of October 22, which is so close to the actual anniversary that it totally makes sense!
My siblings (and their respective families) both live in Southern California, which is essentially a light-beam away from Las Vegas, and the pulling tractor beam is because plane tickets are apparently $29, the drive itself is tolerable, and the discounts available online and in print papers (snicker) are even better than the plane tickets.
However, if you live substantially further east than Vegas, plane tickets about about add-a-four-to-the-front-the-California prices, the drive is unbelievable, and there are no coupons in the paper. So, no, I believe that GPOM and I will have to sit this one out.
Unless I win the Suits contest sponsored by USA. Then, maybe. I'll check with my creditors.
Whatever. It's only my sweet childhood memories of my grandparents' fiftieth that are being ruined by not being able to give my parents the same joy.
So my siblings decided that the best thing to do would be to go to Vegas. Yes. I still can't think of a better place for my older, seventy-ish-year-old folks to have a good time. Momma, watch that hip! No, I don't think the stripper pole revue is what's affecting your pacemaker. Dad, stop it! Seriously, STOP DROOLING. This is not The Girls Next Door.
I'm sure you can see the appeal. So, apparently the plan is to go the weekend of October 22, which is so close to the actual anniversary that it totally makes sense!
My siblings (and their respective families) both live in Southern California, which is essentially a light-beam away from Las Vegas, and the pulling tractor beam is because plane tickets are apparently $29, the drive itself is tolerable, and the discounts available online and in print papers (snicker) are even better than the plane tickets.
However, if you live substantially further east than Vegas, plane tickets about about add-a-four-to-the-front-the-California prices, the drive is unbelievable, and there are no coupons in the paper. So, no, I believe that GPOM and I will have to sit this one out.
Unless I win the Suits contest sponsored by USA. Then, maybe. I'll check with my creditors.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
I Knew It, You Knew It
I've been speaking, quite loudly, for years now about things that needed to change in our country and our economy. I'm going to lay those thoughts out right now in short:
Hillary should've been President.
We should've had another WPA to get people to work.
In the last few days, I've seen articles about these topics, and it frustrates me that they came years later. I'm not that smart or that quick. Nor am I a talking head, so why did to take so damn long for the pundits to figure this out?
Really, Eliot Spitzer? This is the article now? Just ask Momma, Wade, or anyone who's been subjected to my politics for about three years now, and they'll say that you're preaching to my choir.
The glory of the its-not-Hillary is that there are thoughts about how nothing would be different were she president, and now articles that things would be.
(I can't find an article supporting her were she president now. I can only find this article about Obama's lame duck presidency.)
Hillary should've been President.
We should've had another WPA to get people to work.
In the last few days, I've seen articles about these topics, and it frustrates me that they came years later. I'm not that smart or that quick. Nor am I a talking head, so why did to take so damn long for the pundits to figure this out?
Really, Eliot Spitzer? This is the article now? Just ask Momma, Wade, or anyone who's been subjected to my politics for about three years now, and they'll say that you're preaching to my choir.
The glory of the its-not-Hillary is that there are thoughts about how nothing would be different were she president, and now articles that things would be.
(I can't find an article supporting her were she president now. I can only find this article about Obama's lame duck presidency.)
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Superwoman
Let's have a bit of a rant, k? Thanks.
I'm still very used to doing everything on my own. Before GPOM move in, my most common mantra as I did the thousands of chores required to leave the house was, "I don't see anyone else racing over to help me with this." So I took out the trash. Loaded the dishwasher. Fed the cat and depooped the litter box. Grabbed the dry cleaning. Got together client files. Made sure the electronics had their power cords.
Now, I still do the same thing, but there's someone here to help me. Allegedly. Now, don't get me wrong, I absolutely know that I have big ol' control issues; to wit, I will not let anyone touch the laundry but me.
Now I resent laundry. And cooking dinner. And making the beds. And noticing that the trash is taking over the kitchen.
I resent that I get an occasional, "Thanks, honeybunney!" when I do the bulk of the work.
A while back, I learned that I am a terrible liar and can hide nothing that I think, but that these cues are not enough notice to ask for what I need.
Might be time for a chat.
I'm still very used to doing everything on my own. Before GPOM move in, my most common mantra as I did the thousands of chores required to leave the house was, "I don't see anyone else racing over to help me with this." So I took out the trash. Loaded the dishwasher. Fed the cat and depooped the litter box. Grabbed the dry cleaning. Got together client files. Made sure the electronics had their power cords.
Now, I still do the same thing, but there's someone here to help me. Allegedly. Now, don't get me wrong, I absolutely know that I have big ol' control issues; to wit, I will not let anyone touch the laundry but me.
Now I resent laundry. And cooking dinner. And making the beds. And noticing that the trash is taking over the kitchen.
I resent that I get an occasional, "Thanks, honeybunney!" when I do the bulk of the work.
A while back, I learned that I am a terrible liar and can hide nothing that I think, but that these cues are not enough notice to ask for what I need.
Might be time for a chat.
Monday, August 8, 2011
The New Office
We went shopping this weekend to check out new desks. Momma and I have been talking about this for a while, and the need became even stronger when my niece and I moved my old desk to exchange the carpet protector for a new one, and managed to lift the top of the desk completely off its bones.
Niece: Omigod, I'm sorry, did I do that?
Me: This desk is older than I am. And now easier to assemble!
Momma offered me the desk in her bedroom, and I really, really thought that that would be the way to go, until we went to Office Depot and I was met with this:
What could I do? I fell in love immediately, ran over, sat in the big grown-up chair, and I think Momma knew that her checkbook was doomed. The death knoll, however, was the fact that this desk has not one, not two, but THREE file drawers:
I know, only two are picture, but still! How amazing is it to get that much storage in a place that's not an industrial-looking filing cabinet?
The piece de resistance, pardon my French, was that the chair was so amazing that once I gave it up and let Momma sit in it, she blocked a vital Office Depot artery on a busy Saturday and did not give a damn. I don't have a picture of that, so you'll have to settle for the chair:
Price tag and all. Put together, this is how it looks (not yet in my office, but on display):
When all is done in my office, I'll post more pictures, and maybe even my matching diplomas!
Niece: Omigod, I'm sorry, did I do that?
Me: This desk is older than I am. And now easier to assemble!
Momma offered me the desk in her bedroom, and I really, really thought that that would be the way to go, until we went to Office Depot and I was met with this:
What could I do? I fell in love immediately, ran over, sat in the big grown-up chair, and I think Momma knew that her checkbook was doomed. The death knoll, however, was the fact that this desk has not one, not two, but THREE file drawers:
I know, only two are picture, but still! How amazing is it to get that much storage in a place that's not an industrial-looking filing cabinet?
The piece de resistance, pardon my French, was that the chair was so amazing that once I gave it up and let Momma sit in it, she blocked a vital Office Depot artery on a busy Saturday and did not give a damn. I don't have a picture of that, so you'll have to settle for the chair:
Price tag and all. Put together, this is how it looks (not yet in my office, but on display):
When all is done in my office, I'll post more pictures, and maybe even my matching diplomas!
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Taylor Swift Songs Make Me Cry
I was thinking about a conversation I had with my sister a while back. We were discussing our (misguided) youth, and she said, "If I knew then what I know now..."
Hmmm....
I'd thought of this before, and finally it came to me: I wouldn't want to share what I know now with the girl I was then. Because I am a logistical thinker, it occurred to me that seventeen-year-old me with thirty-eight (!) year-old me knowledge would be quite possibly the biggest buzzkill outcast that ever existed. Hell, I'm pretty sure I would've beaten up the current me, and I've never actually punched anyone in my entire life.
Think about it. Can you imagine adult you in high school? It wouldn't be pretty, despite what many bad movies, shows, and 21 Jump Street would tell you.
Hmmm....
I'd thought of this before, and finally it came to me: I wouldn't want to share what I know now with the girl I was then. Because I am a logistical thinker, it occurred to me that seventeen-year-old me with thirty-eight (!) year-old me knowledge would be quite possibly the biggest buzzkill outcast that ever existed. Hell, I'm pretty sure I would've beaten up the current me, and I've never actually punched anyone in my entire life.
Think about it. Can you imagine adult you in high school? It wouldn't be pretty, despite what many bad movies, shows, and 21 Jump Street would tell you.
Monday, August 1, 2011
The Inlaws Are Here And I Don't Want To See Anyone Right Now
6. Wade. Cita. GPOM.
7. The list is on the side of this blog. I do like The Help, but I don't want to see the movie.
8. Gum snapping. Cheapness. Bad breath. I could write for days about this, and if you've read this blog more than once, you know.
9. Gorgeous. Smart. Witty. Kinder than me. Driven. Patient. Brave.
10. CATS!!!!!!
11. Wade.
12. We fell in love with love and not with each other.
13. Talked with Momma, napped with GPOM, ate mini tacos, watched Family Guy and The Simpsons.
14. Passing the bar. Actually allowing someone who loves me inside. Showing up in court for the first time.
15. She's exactly like me, and that's why I dislike her.
16. Foster the Kids' Pumped Up Kicks and OneRepublic's Good Life.
17. I just kissed GPOM on the head while rubbing his shoulders.
18. What I find attractive in my preferred sex? Really, you want me to answer that?
19. Cats, dog, parakeets, hamster, fish.
20. Mint chocolate chip.
21. Next to GPOM, watching Real Housewives. He'd rather revoke his mancard than watch that show, though. (Psst...I make him watch Teen Mom.)
22. One of the deans at my law school mocked my very out-of-shape self when I went up two flights of stairs to tell her that my best friend was in the hospital and would be absent that day.
23. Illinois, Pennsylvania, Kansas, Florida, California, Alabama, Ohio, and Virginia.
24. You're kinder to me than I am to myself.
They're gone!!
7. The list is on the side of this blog. I do like The Help, but I don't want to see the movie.
8. Gum snapping. Cheapness. Bad breath. I could write for days about this, and if you've read this blog more than once, you know.
9. Gorgeous. Smart. Witty. Kinder than me. Driven. Patient. Brave.
10. CATS!!!!!!
11. Wade.
12. We fell in love with love and not with each other.
13. Talked with Momma, napped with GPOM, ate mini tacos, watched Family Guy and The Simpsons.
14. Passing the bar. Actually allowing someone who loves me inside. Showing up in court for the first time.
15. She's exactly like me, and that's why I dislike her.
16. Foster the Kids' Pumped Up Kicks and OneRepublic's Good Life.
17. I just kissed GPOM on the head while rubbing his shoulders.
18. What I find attractive in my preferred sex? Really, you want me to answer that?
19. Cats, dog, parakeets, hamster, fish.
20. Mint chocolate chip.
21. Next to GPOM, watching Real Housewives. He'd rather revoke his mancard than watch that show, though. (Psst...I make him watch Teen Mom.)
22. One of the deans at my law school mocked my very out-of-shape self when I went up two flights of stairs to tell her that my best friend was in the hospital and would be absent that day.
23. Illinois, Pennsylvania, Kansas, Florida, California, Alabama, Ohio, and Virginia.
24. You're kinder to me than I am to myself.
They're gone!!
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