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Can I tell you how many things I’ve spilled on myself today?  No really, I won’t, because it seriously damages my credibility as an adult.  Needless to say, I need a good dry cleaner.  Britt, do you know of any good dry cleaners near our house?

A few months ago I spilled coffee all over myself one morning, to the point where I went home and changed.  It was still early, and the only people I’d spoken with so far were Jim and Bill.  I figured, hey, boys don’t notice clothes, it’s no big deal.  The first thing Bill says when I see him later that morning – “Is that what you were wearing this morning? ” Curses. 

Briscoe has been upset with me this week.  I haven’t had time to play with her, and she’s mad about it.  She wants to go to the dog park this weekend, and has been trying to emotionally blackmail me with complaints of neglect.  What she really needs is a hair cut. 

Last night when I got home, she hauled around the house like an unhinged soul.  She kept hiding behind furniture and growling (which is her way of saying she really wants to play hid and seek – it’s a funny little growl, not like a mean growl).  So I hid behind the couch for a while and she freaked out, then I went into my room to change out of my work clothes.  When I came back out into the den about five minutes later, she was still in the game position on the other side of the room, with her butt up in the air and her head and chest on the floor.  As soon as she saw me she started growling again, signaling she wasn’t finished playing the game.  So we played some more, and she howled and ran into the wall.  So I picked her up and made her snuggle on the couch with me.  In thirty seconds she was sound asleep and purring (she has a purr like a cat – her breathing comes out in a vibrating rhythm when she is asleep, it’s hilarious). 

It’s suppose to be extremely cold this weekend.  I’m just excited that tomorrow is Friday.  We had two hearings today (three actually, but I only worked on two), and I have to say that it was a pretty interesting day.  I might have even learned something. 

Now that those hearings are over and my office has warmed up I’m getting very sleepy. 

I want to remind you all that exfoliating is an often neglected joy in life.  It’s very important in the bitter days of winter. 

Y’all know how I hate birds?  This is a good example of why – http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/15/plane-crashes-into-hudson-river/?hp

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It’s All About Your Altitude

Waynesboro was lots of fun.  All we did was eat the entire weekend.  The Briscoe Dog couldn't help but go swimming in the freezing cold stream (at least I didn't have to worry about gators and snakes since it was 22 degrees), and she had so much fun with her friend Amos.  She and Amos look so much alike it's hilarious.  We had a great fire, and it was so awesome to see sweet Catie and Betsy and Katherine and the old Terrace Crowd.  But y'all, it was COLD.  Real. Cold. 

I painted my nails last night.  Some girls get a boost from self tanner, I get a boost from red finger nail polish.  Britt likes red finger nails too. 

Speaking of Britt, she totally saved my life this morning.  Cause, my alarm clock didn't go off.  Luckily I bothered to mention to her that I had to be at Daniel Field at 6:45, or she wouldn't have even known I was suppose to be up by 6:30.  Seriously, this is a reason I don't need to live by myself.  That, and I need a lot of human interaction. 

The reason for my 6:45 appointment at Daniel Field was that Bill and I had a hearing in Savannah this morning, and we FLEW.  Or, Bill Flew us.  Bill was the pilot and I was the passenger.  It was fun.  We followed the Savannah River all the way down and back.  The hearing went well, even though I found the judge rather frightening.  I'm still adjusting to not being on the same side as the judge. 

 I looked at the weather and it was suppose to be warm in savannah, so I wore a skirt, with my cute heels I really like, and I'm sure I looked ridiculous climbing on the wing in and out of the plane.  I was glad I had the skirt on when I got there (it was a very pretty day), but then when I got back to Augusta, I seriously regretted the choice.  It was FREEZING and cloudy and dark and altogether not skirt weather.  I went home and changed.  But when I had on my cute suit, and my long  black coat I love, and my pretty shoes, and my red fingernails, I felt great about life.  No worries that my hair wasn't clean or that I put my makeup on in the airport bathroom.  Focusing on the small happy things of life takes a little of the sting out of the disappointments and difficulties of the Real World. 

I called my mom to tell her we were home, and she said, "What? How are you back already?  What time did you leave?" and I had to tell her we flew.  Kate said, "You didn't tell me you were flying!  I would have been worried sick!  I'm glad I didn't know!"  Which is why I failed to mention it when I talked to her last night. 

OH!  And Molly is engaged!  Yay MOLLY!  I'm so excited. 

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This week is gross.  I’ve been out of the office recently for weddings and a seminar, and I have lots to do.  Compound that with the fact that it is 75 degrees cloudy, with a 40 percent chance of rain all week and I get sort of grumpy.  Not even a thunderstorm to look forward to – or even a downpour.  Just Muggy, sticky, dark days that remind me that the sun is setting earlier and earlier every day. 

If you found that paragraph as depressing as I did – read this – it will make you laugh.  (compliments of the Quail).

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Good Thing I like Country Music

So, I think I told y’all that they are doing construction on the building where I work.  Right now there is a scaffold outside my window – like the kind they used to wash windows on tall buildings – they are hanging from the top of the building.  There are two men on the moving scaffold, and they are BLARING the local country music station.  It is just as loud as it would be if it was on my desk in my office. 

Now they are dropping down the building and the music is getting fainter.  But Shania is still singing her heart out. 

All I can say is that singing is better than banging.  I just wish they would change the station during the commercials.

Update:  I thought County was vaguely annoying.  Now we are listening to classic rock, and they are back up by my window, it is so loud.  I have been subjected to ten minutes of Free Bird, then a bunch of commercials involving the sanford and son jingle, and now I’m listening to Saturday Night – I’m not sure who sings it – but it goes – SATURDAY! SATURDAY!  SAAAATTTTUUUURRRDDDAAAY!!!  SATURDAY!  SATURDAY NIGHT! over and over again.  My head hurts.  I’m going to hurt someone.  I’ve also been subjected to Brown Eyed Girl – which was accompanied by the guys on the scaffold.  They like to sing along. 

OH NO!  Now we are listening to Black Dog by Led Zeppelin – HEY HEY MAMA SAID THE WAY YOU MOVE!  And they are singing along!

Obviously these songs have a place in the world, but not in my office at noon, on full blast. 

I hate this radio station.  Bad to the Bone?  Seriously? 

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Office Chatter

Me:  I want to hook diet coke up to an IV

Heather:  I’m pretty sure if I were to be cut I would bleed diet coke at this point.

Me:  NICE.

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My office is in a suite that has three offices and a secretary right inside the door of the suite.  Our circuit is three counties – Richmond, Columbia and Burke, and at any point in time – any of us could be in any of the three counties, even though we only have an office in one county.  Richmond is the main county.  But essentially this means that we rarely know why someone isn’t around that day.  I barely know my own schedule, much less someone else’s.  Oh, and our office is on a totally different floor than everyone else, so people are always wandering up and down the elevators. 

So a man came in this morning.  The secretary – we will call her K, was not sitting at her desk.  He hollared down the hallway – "ANYONE HERE?

Me:  "Yes?"

Him:  "Is K here today?"

Me:  "I’m not sure."

Him:  "Does she normally come in on fridays?"

Me:  "I think so."

Him:  "But you don’t know if she is coming in today."

Me:  "Well, I don’t know if she is here or not."

Him:  "Where do you think she might be?"

Me:  "Um…I have no idea."

Him:  (obviously frustrated)  "Well, what is the phone number to her desk so I can call her."

Me:  "Honestly I don’t know.  I normally just talk and she hears me."

Heather: (from the office down the hall):  "I know the phone number!"

Me: "Oh wait!  Me too!  It is right her written on my phone."

Him:  "Thanks."

Me:  "Your welcome.  Have a nice day."

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Positive Affirmation

I haven’t forgotten about you – I’m sorry. 

The deputy that guards the employee entrance to the courthouse tells me I’m pretty on a regular basis – in a fatherly, appropriate, sincere way.  Today, he interrupted the man that was talking to him and said – "Look here – isn’t she pretty?"  And the man agreed.  I made my day. 

And you know what?  Even if I don’t feel pretty when I get dressed in the morning – because I don’t like my hair or my outfit, or whatever trivial thing I’m obsessing over that day ( my nailbeds suck!) – I feel pretty after he tells me so.  And I walk into work feeling pretty and appreciated.  It is awesome.   

I don’t say this to broadcast that someone thinks I’m pretty, I tell you this because I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, it is easy to discard the compliments that people give you and dwell on the rejections and disappointments in life.

Also, you never know whether or not your kind words might make all the difference in someone’s day.  I know y’all all think I’m a crazy advocate for being nice to everyone and being delusional about people’s motives, but I just can’t help it. 

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The Salt Mines

So I started my job.  And I like it a lot.  And I’m not going to blog much about it, simply because I don’t think it is appropriate, y’all don’t really want to hear about it, and my blog has never been heavy on reality.  Work = reality as far as I’m concerned. 

But I will tell you a couple of things.  I have my own office.  With a window.  On a high floor, so I can see out over the city.  I have a flat screen monitor.  And a bunch of papers I don’t know what to do with yet and some blank walls.  I need to get some decorations.  My office is tucked away in a corner with another girl who I graduated from law school with and who can be my partner in crime.  We are going to have fun.   

I run into a lot of people I knew a long time ago, especially high school.  Which is fun, and frustrating, because I forget names a lot and it has been a long time. 

I like it.  I’m happy so far.  I’m going to Athens this weekend, which will be awesome.  I’ll keep y’all posted. 

Oh, and I’m working to upload the rest of my pictures from my trip out west – but the internet was not cooperating last night.  But don’t worry, I won’t let the computer win. 

I’m off to be productive, wish me luck!

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The Real World

I can’t say that law school is the real world.  Now, I do think my first year of law school was tough and no fun and relentless and reduced me to tears (and don’t cry) – at this point law school is a bit of a breeze. 

Andrew and I were discussing the 3L syndrome the other day as we strolled through north campus on our way to class, and his reasoning for why it sucks so much is that we show up every friday – and no one ever gives us a paycheck.  And that we are too old to not be getting paychecks. 

I don’t want y’all to get me wrong – I have work I have to get done before this semester is over.  But other than that – all that is required of me is that I show up and be physically present for eight hours a week.  And they let me play on the internet while I am being physically present.  And I complain about about it all the time.  Next week I’m only going to show up for two hours of my required eight – I have some obligations that require me to be in augusta on the golf course with a drink in one hand and pimento cheese sandwich in the other.  Consequences?  None. 

But I do have some friends who have REAL jobs.  And they think it is crap that all I do is play around.  And they wanted to prove to the world that they really have it tough – that they are the people who make things happen and keep the world spinning round and round.  They work in the CITY.  The Big Apple. 

So if you have ever wondered what a high power job in manhattan in a high rise looks like – I’m here to enlighten you.  Meet my friends Libby and Denis.  They are super important. 


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Terribly important

I will be in depositions all day, being very useful. 

My job is to sit and listen.  It will be difficult and taxing, but I am working on being good at listening to conversations that do not include or pretain to me. 

Sitting still is the really hard part. 

But I am up early this morning, and feeling good, I’ve already eaten breakfast, I’m drinking coffee, and I’m ready to go. 

love y’all.

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