Archive for February, 2005

1. My Sigg water bottle. When I lose it (as I’m sure I will one day, me and water bottles have a hard time keeping up with each other) I will go into the depths of depression. It is so pretty. Shiny metallic blue, with thin piece of diving/fishing rope attached to the neck and the top (so I don’t lose the top) that the sweet greek man tied for me, every dent adds character and the "I heart Kephalonia" sticker brings back fond memories.

2. My Red Pen. I love pens, especially red pens. I like to write with red pens on yellow legal pads. I like the way it looks and it makes me feel like an attorney. Right now I have a clicker EnerGel needle tip from Pentel. I don’t highlight much anymore, mostly I just underline with my needle tip red pen. I don’t know what made me switch. I still carry around a highlighter – I like InkTank highlighters the best – but I don’t use it very often.

3. My iPod. Obviously this is a universally loved inanimate object. Mine has a blue iSkin cover that keeps it from getting scratched and works as a shock absorber when I drop it. Plus, I haven’t been able to rip it yet, which is impressive. Along with my iPod, my bose Sounddock is also a much loved inanimate object. Oh, and the remote control that goes along with it. The remote really adds.

Least Favorite Class of Inanimate Objects Currently:
Every Single article of winter clothing. I am tired of needing my sweaters and fleeces. I want to box them up, and seal it with a kiss and put them in the back of the closet until October. It isn’t personal, but now that February is almost over (yea!) I want to get back to my flip flops, tank tops and short skirts. They miss me.

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Forced Family Fun

I went home last weekend. Friday night I went out with friends, and it was a big time. It was great to see J.R. and Mary Beth and all my other MCG friends. Otis and Caleb were in town and ended up spending the night at my house because they didn’t want to sleep on Stephen’s floor.

Saturday morning my mom cooked us sausage swirls and grits and we layed on the couches and watch Police Academy – the first one – which is really one of the most inappropriate movies I have ever seen, but very funny. Then we sat in the Adirondack chairs outside under the pergola, because it was 70 and breezy and sunny. Then the boys went to play golf, and I read Gone With the Wind for a while.

In the late afternoon, my dad called. He had been out in south Augusta, and had stopped at a flea market. (I used to think my brother and I were strange and our parents were normal, but the older I get, the more normal Travers and I appear, and the stranger my parents get).

Daddy: "Guess what I bought at the flea market?"
Me (worried, knowing it could be anything): Uhh, what?
Daddy: "A bantam trio."
Me: "Huh?"
Daddy: "A bantam rooster and two hens to go with him."
Me: "What in the hell are you going to do with a rooster and two hens? It is illegal to have a rooster inside city limits."
Daddy: "I know, but the people down the street have one. Maybe I’ll put them in the backyard and let the dogs chase after them. He is a really pretty rooster, you should have seen him come at this cock fighting rooster. He is tough."
Me: "Oh, then I’m sure he won’t harm our sissy dogs."
Daddy: (chuckling) "Well, maybe I’ll put them at the river."

So Saturday afternoon, I went out to the river with my mom and dad and the bantam trio. My dad stopped at a gas station to get a few beers and to stuff some hay in the crate with the birds. Our river property is just into south carolina, north of north Augusta. It isn’t very far, but my dad likes to stop and show us stuff on the way, like houses he likes, and/or are being built through one of his projects. So my mom is convinced the birds have been smothered by the hay, and my dad agrees. I hate birds, so I refused to sit in the backseat of the car.

Well, the rooster was really pretty, not very big, but lots of different color feathers – all the colors you associate with thanksgiving – orange, yellow, gold, red, and feathers down his legs, like pantaloons. The hens were not that pretty. Of course, there is a fox out at the river, and chicken hawks, and a mess of other predators that would love to pick off a brightly colored flightless bird on the bank of the river. This distressed my mother, but once we put them out there, it would have taken us all night to catch them again. I suggested that my mom and I open a beer and watch my dad TRY to catch the chickens. I thought it would funny. But it was getting cold, so we had to leave them to fate. My mom felt like we were sacrificing the birds to the fox and that they wouldn’t make it though the night. I told her someone would have eaten them at some point in time. I don’t like birds.

Daddy went out to the river on Sunday and the chickens HAD made it through the night. But I talked to Daddy today, and he said the chickens were gone when he went out there yesterday. He said it doesn’t mean they were eaten, they might have just wandered off. But I have my bets on the fox for this one.

Update: Daddy said next time he is going to get ducks, or something more hearty. I guess show chickens aren’t meant for harsh reality.

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I just realized….

I started my first blog a year ago today. It started on livejournal, and I like livejournal a lot.

Probably the most interesting part of my livejournal days involved my time in Greece.

But when I got back from Greece, I wanted to post pictures from Greece, and I had a hard time doing this on livejournal, so I moved to Blogger. But I continued to post on livejournal as well, the same stuff, but on both sites because my law school friends have a sort of community on livejournal.

Eventually, some of my law school friends broke away from livejournal, and I stopped posted to both sites.

But anyway, the point of the post is that I have been doing this for a year, which is crazy, but I love it.

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The bum wandering around the annex, asking everyone how to get out of the library. It took someone downstairs about fifteen minutes to explain to him that he couldn’t go out the door downstairs because it was locked and only for emergencies, and that he needed to upstairs. But somehow or another he ended up on the third floor, and still couldn’t find his way out. From what I overheard, he was under the impression that you couldn’t walk over the bridge. Which leads me to wonder how he ended up in the annex at all.

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I am so please

I just joined a new group on thefacebook. O.C.G.A. 16-6-11, which is the exact location in the Georgia Code where you find the statute on Pimping.

According to Lexis:

§ 16-6-11. Pimping
A person commits the offense of pimping when he or she performs any of the following acts: (1) Offers or agrees to procure a prostitute for another; (2) Offers or agrees to arrange a meeting of persons for the purpose of prostitution; (3) Directs or transports another person to a place when he or she knows or should know that the direction or transportation is for the purpose of prostitution; (4) Receives money or other thing of value from a prostitute, without lawful consideration, knowing it was earned in whole or in part from prostitution; or (5) Aids or abets, counsels, or commands another in the commission of prostitution or aids or assists in prostitution where the proceeds or profits derived there from are to be divided on a pro rata basis.

Maybe not everyone thinks this is as funny as I do. I don’t think prostitution is funny in real life, I am just impressed by Steven and Todd, who apparently started the group, because having such a group is hilarious. Maybe I’m just a nerd.

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Law and Order

How many dead bodies are required for an episode of law and order? What is the minimum? One? Two? Have you ever seen a Law and Order (of any type) where there wasn’t a dead body? I have seen quite a few of episodes, but I can’t come up with one in which no one died. Thoughts? Comments?

Isn’t there some situation when Law and Order would be appropriate without the (violent) death of someone?

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Which Country are you?

You’re Thailand!
Calmer and more staunchly independent than almost all those around you, you have a long history of rising above adversity.  Recent adversity has led to questions about your sexual promiscuity and the threat of disease, but you still manage to attract a number of tourists and admirers.  And despite any setbacks, you can really cook a good meal whenever it’s called for.  Good enough to make people cry.
Take the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid

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It is storming again. I love how nature can frighten me. Not that I like being frightened, but I am just impressed with nature.

I ran on the trails today, and down by the river. It was a most gorgeous of day, and quite warm. But I had underestimated the amount of rainfall we have received in the last week. I have never been on the trail when it was so muddy, and the river was further up on the banks than I have ever seen. And it was moving, fast.

I remember going to Honey Creek in middle school, and being warned not to stand too close to the Creek (which is a tidal creek, so I assume it is different than the river) because the water eroded the bank from the bottom up, that the bank closest to the water was like a cliff over the water, and if you stood on it that it could cave in and you would fall into the water. I was convinced this was the problem, and that was why there was so much mud, because the river was running right under the trail.

This was all I could think about while running by the river. That, and the possibility of being sucked into the mud forever. I think I have paranoia problems sometimes.

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Natural Resources

I love my natural resources class, I just wish we could have class outside, because it is so pretty. But instead we are in a windowless room in the basement of the law school. We are talking about the gray wolf.

I parked my car on the top of the deck this morning because she wanted to lay out in the sun. The foggy, rainy weather has been affecting her mood, and she was excited that it was pretty this morning.

Easter candy available at a store near you. I love Cadbury Mini Eggs. This is fun.

Easter is not the Sunday of the Masters this year like it was last year. I’m a little worried about the flowers in Augusta, if the weather stays warm from now until then, all the flowers are going to bloom too early and Augusta won’t be as pretty as it should be for when the world comes to visit. Of course the flowers on the course will be beautiful, because the people at the National know how to make the flowers bloom at the right time. But I want to see the whole town in bloom, and if it doesn’t bloom the week of the Masters, I will miss it because I will be in Athens.

I have on flip flops today. Which is really awesome. But you know how when you haven’t worn your rainbows for a while, or any other leather flip flops, how they aren’t as comfortable as they were the last time you wore then and it takes a little while to break them back in? This is what I am experiencing this morning. A small price to pay for getting to wear flip flops in February.

My evidence class this morning was out of control. Carlson dressed up like a strip club owner, with a huge wig, and his shirt unbuttoned with gold chains and heroin streaks down his arm. It was sweet. I love that class.

We had medical malpractice last night, and I think that is going to be a great class. I just hope I didn’t talk too much yesterday – if you are in that class, I apologize, I get bored if I can’t talk to someone, and the teacher works just as well as the guy sitting next to me.

Go outside! Smell the Japanese Magnolias if you live in the South!!!

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It is so beautiful outside. It is actually hot.

Alex and I are going downtown for a beer outside in the sunshine before medical malpractice. We are meeting at the corner of jackson and broad at 4:15.

Wanna come?

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