December 31st 2005

Car? What car?

One thing I haven’t written about yet is the car.

The car we drove during the Christmas holidays, that is.

Way back when, we left my little red car with my dad (actually, sold it to him, for one of my sisters) knowing that we’d have use of it during the holidays.

I’m grateful that we had the car to use; we could not have gotten ANYTHING done without having a car. That’s just the way it is in the South. And, really, in most places besides where we live (and a couple of other cities in this country). So, having use of the car was A Good Thing.

But, yet, it was a Bad Thing, at the same time.

First, the car has no air conditioning. It didn’t have it last summer when we still lived in the dead heat. Somehow, though, I could suck that up. But when Christmas day ended up hitting 84 degrees, I couldn’t handle it anymore. It was just ri-goshdarn-diculous. EIGHTY-FOUR DEGREES! On CHRISTMAS! UNACCEPTABLE.

So, OK. The car was hot. It was also SMALL. To be fair, it was always small, but that was never a problem for ME, since I never carried any passengers. But driving around with Mr. Angst made it seem a whole lot smaller. So the car was also CRAMPED.

Now add to the mix of HOT and CRAMPED the delightful factor of TRAFFIC.

I admit it, I have gotten spoiled. Basically, when I want to go somewhere, I take a train. Sometimes I take a bus. Rarely do I take a cab (in fact, I haven’t taken a cab in months). I do not wait to get where I want to go. If I planned to take a bus and the bus is not there when I am, I start walking and wait for the bus to catch up to me. It’s lovely, actually–I don’t wait for transportation anymore. And I am not used to sitting in traffic anymore. Not only does it make me crazy, it makes me tense, and that tenseness led to some serious tension headaches over the ten days of our vacation.

The car, then, was a mixed blessing. We couldn’t have bought all of our gifts in one day without it; heck, we couldn’t have done ANYTHING without it. But I would have come home with five hundred fewer knots in my back and neck and we probably would have figured out ways of visiting family across Our Old State that would have been astronomically more comfortable than doing so under the burning sun without an air conditioner.

I don’t want to drive a car for months.

December 30th 2005

the finished product is good, but the experience left something to be desired

I went and got my hair cut today. It had been a while since my last one and the split ends alone warranted the expense. I also had a gift certificate to a local place–$25 off!–and I figured I’d use it.

First, the haircut is good. I’ve spent the last ten or so years trying to convince myself I looked good in long hair (that even includes the two year period where I had a pixie haircut). I have finally come to terms with the fact that, ten years ago, I might have looked good with really long hair but I no longer do. My face has changed as I’ve gotten older, as has my style. When I wear my hair long, it looks flat and boring or, worse, like I’m trying to hide behind it.

So I had the stylist cut it off and, unlike my cut in September, where I told her the same thing, this one actually listened when I said to cut it shorter rather than longer. (That is, somewhere slightly above chin length, rather than just longer than chin length.)

Really, there’s nothing BAD about the whole getting-a-haircut thing except the actual salon. It seriously felt like a cattle call. Maybe I’ve gotten really spoiled, but I figure if I’m going to spend more than $50 on a haircut, I’ll get a little more attention. I was shown around the place–which had twenty stylists chairs in a row, another twenty colorists chairs, and a good ten manicurists chairs–but beyond that, it was almost like I was on my own. After I told my stylist what I wanted, I was told to go get my hair washed, and “did they show you where that was?” Off I went, where I waited for someone to be available–the ladies washing hair seemed to be circulating from the sinks to the laundry–and then I showed myself back to my stylist who cut my hair (and I have A LOT of hair) in a blazingly short twenty-five minutes.

Twenty-five minutes! Now, to be fair, she spent an additional ten or fifteen blowing it out, but the cut itself was about the shortest I’ve ever had for that price. I expect at least an hour to be devoted just to me and my hair. Considering I was early to my appointment but they got me in the chair right away, I’m guessing my stylist milked an extra half-hour out of my appointment.

So, yeah, it was like a cattle call. I think I’ll pay the same amount to go back to the first salon I tried in Our New City, and just be a little more firm about the length next time. At least there I got a complementary hand massage and my hair was washed by someone I’m not worried is being underpaid or paid under the table.

Thank GOD it happened TODAY and not TOMORROW

I set my computer on the ottoman, stood up from the couch, and then walked toward the kitchen.

But silly me, I wasn’t wearing slippers and my feet were cold and I caught my toe on the power cable. And my computer slipped from the ottoman to the floor and I stubbed my toe. Ouch. In more than one way. Because when I went to look at my computer, the power cable had pulled out and BENT. It looked like this. Eek!

After some hand-wringing, I looked up the cost of a replacement and was HORRIFIED. How much? No less than SEVENTY-ONE DOLLARS. And that’s WITH the student discount!

More hand-wringing. Mr. Angst rummaged for needlenosed pliers. I looked up information online–would this be covered by AppleCare? (The information varies, but my guess is no, since Apple hates replacing things damaged due to “accidents” or “improper force.”) Needlenosed pliers were found, the cable was unplugged from the wall and the pin was bent back. The metal casing was pushed back into a mostly-circular shape. There was more hand-wringing.

With a deep breath, I pushed the power adapter into my computer–success! With breath HELD, then, I plugged the cable back into the wall and . . . it lit right up. Whew!

Since then, I’ve been searching for information on whether or not this was bad, for me to bend the pin back and all. I felt something like a snap when it bent back, but it’s certainly not broken off or even loose. It might have been something just snapping back into place, but I don’t know. It IS charging my PowerBook up nicely, though.

Any thoughts?

December 29th 2005

aaaaaahhhhhhh. feels goooooooood.

Kids, I worked my ass off on it, and it paid off.

In other words, I got my final memo back today, and I kicked some serious BUTT on it.

Even better? I have a solid writing sample to send out with my freshly revised resume. I’m feelin’ good. GOOOOOOOOD.

is this the end of vacation or just the beginnning?

I’m HOME!

Door to door, the trip took eleven hours, but it was worth every minute to get me home into my own bed.

Today’s tasks, then, are numerous. Go to the grocery store, since our fridge is bare. Work on my resume and cover letters. Watch Buffy. Color my hair (the gray is starting to look REALLY BAD). Unpack. Maybe do some laundry, although I’m not in dire straits. Check our mailbox, which I am sure is overflowing.

I’ve already taken care of some other tasks this morning. For instance, I’ve already emailed my professors to let them know I’m missing the first few days of class. Oh, I didn’t mention that? Well, that’s what happens when school starts on the 3rd. My father has a big thing planned and he’s taking all of us (except one of my brothers who didn’t want to go). So I get to miss three class days. So far, the responses I’ve gotten have been very nice — no one seems concerned about my absence, particularly since I’ve already lined up classmates to take notes and get me on the seating chart. One prof hasn’t responded, though . . . we’ll see how that goes.

So, there’s my Thursday. I should get my final memo back sometime tonight, so I can start revising it tomorrow (to use as a writing sample, sillies). Back home and back to work. But it’s HOME, so I don’t mind the work.

December 27th 2005

one more thing

By the way, if I don’t post again for a while, it’s because I’m immersed in my gift from Mr. Angst.

a little something long, rambling, and perhaps a little sarcastic

It’s been a few days.

I have some general advice, first, and then I have some ruminations. I think the advice is probably relevant to any number of situations, but it’s particularly helpful at this time of year. I hope it’s helpful.

Advice

Christmas is a time for being with family and friends and loved ones. This is the primary function of Christmas–to get relatives who otherwise would not speak to one another in the same room, preferably with some wine or eggnog (see below), and get them speaking.

Of course, we all know that Christmas is also about giving and receiving. Gifts. Some families do a Secret Santa kind of thing, some establish a dollar amount, and some just take the gifts as they come. My family is the latter. Some siblings spend more, because they are doing well and want to spend the money, and some spend less because they are not doing well or do not want to spend the money. In general, this does not cause much hard feeling. There are mountains of other things for us to get upset about at Christmas; that the brother in college bought our gifts at a truck stop is nothing to get worked up over. Hey–he got everyone gifts, he made the effort.

You’re wondering now, hey, missy, where’s the advice??

If you’d only have some patience…

So here is my advice. Whether you are a Secret Santa family, a dollar limit family, or an everyone-fends-for-themselves family, remember that your gifts should be thoughtful.

I know. It sounds Obvious. It even sounds Logical. Perhaps, you are thinking, such gift-buying is even Practical.

If you are thinking this, you must have forgotten that we are talking about Christmas. We are talking about a confusing, illogical, completely impractical holiday. One with great merit, yes–without it, I would never see at least one of my brothers–but one without much inherent Sense.

What do I mean by “thoughtful,” though? Because do not mistake me, I am not simply saying that you should think, “Does my sister wear a size 4 or a size 14?” No, no. That is not it at all.

I mean that your gifts should actually be things your relative or friend or coworker might (a) actually want, (b) actually enjoy, and (c) actually be able to do something with.

Point (c) is my gripe this year. My Christmas list was full of things that are small, compact, light, and which I very much needed or wanted. My family loves me, for I got many of them. Unfortunately, many of my other gifts are things which I cannot do anything with–or, in other words, they are things I CANNOT TAKE HOME.

Mr. Angst and I already bought another bag. We already overstuffed the one suitcase which was not already overfull. And yet, and yet, we have things that cannot come home with us. Things we like! Things we want to cherish. Things that were bought thoughtfully, according, at least, to items (a) and (b), supra.

So I am full of sighing tonight.

Ruminations

For me, the holidays are always somewhat bittersweet. I never get to spend enough time with my relatives, I always end up rushing through my shopping, I eat too much and visit too little. When the twelfth day of Christmas rolls around each year, I am always tired and usually just a bit regretful.

Oddly, this year is different. I am tired, yes, and I am regretful, but in ways I have not been before. I am seeing the holiday in a new light, now that I am one of the relatives who doesn’t live close, who isn’t around much. For instance, we had a very quick trip to see my grandparents and, unfortunately, it was not a great day for my grandmother. Maybe she’d seen too many people, maybe she’d had too many visitors–I don’t know. She was not, however, much up for talking. She seemed to be devoting all of her energy to just getting through the day.

In any other year, this would not have been a big deal because I would know that I’d see her (and my grandfather) again soon. I cannot guarantee myself that anymore. And my short, unsatisfying, and frustrating time with them is all I get for the foreseeable future.

Being the absent relative is hard, then, for them and for me.

It’s also hard being the long-term houseguest. I brought my five favorite shirts with me and I’ve been living in them for ten days. My contact lenses are really starting to bother me, but I can’t throw them out and put in a new pair since I don’t have a new pair with me. Finding breakfast foods has become a greater ordeal than I ever imagined.

I’m ready to go home.

It’s funny to think of Our New City™ as home, but it is. We’ve grown to love it there and I am eager to get back. A small part of me twinges with nostalgia for the home we had made here, the friends and the family who are accessible here, and the ease of a life in familiar territory. Still, I did not doubt our choice when we moved away and I don’t doubt it now that we’ve come back for an extended visit. The holidays, though, have given me new ways to miss this place even while I am reassured that I am doing what I am supposed to be doing.

Happy holidays, all.

December 24th 2005

Christmas Eve Gift! A Nog Recipe for All.

For all you nog lovers, here is the greatest eggnog recipe ever, courtesy of a friend of my mom’s. She gave me this recipe a few years ago when I was throwing a holiday party, and she gushed about how good it was. She was right.

Be forewarned–it makes A LOT. If you are having a party, a full batch MIGHT be appropriate. If it’s just for your family of five or so, though, go with a half batch. I speak from experience, because I just made a full batch for tonight’s Christmas Eve dinner, and it’s just WAY too much. We’ll be drinking on that for a few days, I think.

Also, this eggnog is made with raw eggs. Avoid serving it to the very young, very old, pregnant women, or those with supressed immune systems. Although salmonella is unusual, there is always a slight risk. (You could buy eggs that have been pasteurized if you want to further eliminate the risk of salmonella.)

Drew’s Eggnog

12 eggs (organic eggs make this really yummy)
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup rum
1-1/2 to 2 cups bourbon
1 pint heavy whipping cream
1 pint half-and-half
nutmeg

(1) Separate the eggs.
(2) Whip the yolks with one half the sugar until very pale and thick.
(3) Stir in the bourbon and rum. (You could use brandy if you wish, but I prefer bourbon and rum.)
(4) Whip the egg whites with the other half of the sugar until stiff and glossy.
(5) Fold the egg whites into the egg yolks until smooth. You’re not making a souffle, so you can be vigorous with your mixing.
(6) Whip the heavy cream until stiff.
(7) Fold into the egg mixture.
(8) Thin as necessary (and it will be) with half-and-half.
(9) Chill. Serve with nutmeg.

So, see, it’s a pretty easy recipe. A stand mixer comes in handy. If you use a KitchenAid, consider whipping the egg whites in two batches, since 12 egg whites will almost overflow the bowl when stiff. Remember to use a very clean bowl for the egg whites. A hand mixer also works just fine, though it takes a little more time to get everything whipped up to the right consistency.

Enjoy the nog! And Happy Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and Holidays!

December 22nd 2005

lack of motivation is not restricted to the semester

Things I need to be doing:

Revising my resume
Drafting cover letters
Preparing a mail merge
Editing my final memo to use as a writing sample

Things I have been doing:

Drinking wine
Driving all over the state
Wrapping Christmas presents
Watching the Discovery Channel
Reading a very cheesy romance novel

That lack of motivation thing that set in right before my Torts exam has not eased AT ALL. I mean, revising my resume is about the easiest thing I could be doing right now, but I’m not doing it. I wonder if my subconscious is trying to undermine my summer job prospects. Or maybe I’m still recovering from the semester. Yeah, that’s it. I’ll work on my resume next week.

December 20th 2005

it’s always something that dampens the holiday spirit

I don’t generally post specifics about my family. Just like I don’t post specifics about my law school, and I didn’t post specifics about my job, back when I was working. (And can I just say, being off the week before Christmas without thinking about all the things waiting on my desk when I come back…well, it’s joyous. Not that I don’t have job search stuff to do. More on that later.)

Anyway, today I will post about my family, because I am just stunned. Annoyed and irritated and, frankly, stunned. Mr. Angst and I are staying with one of my parents, in guest-house-type accomodations. This, honestly, is lovely. We have our own bathroom, coffeemaker, microwave, and TV. We are separate from the house itself. We have some privacy.

Today, my parent and associated step-parent had to leave town for a meeting related to the family business. My step-siblings, though, stayed here. I don’t blame them. They’re out of school and would rather laze around than get up early and take a road trip–even if they could visit some family at the other end of that trip.

None of this is particularly annoying. What’s annoying is that, because there are teenagers in the house, there are….restrictions….on things that are inconvenient and frustrating for me, and while the parent is out of town, I cannot get around those restrictions. For instance, while our little guest house has a TV with cable, the cable is restricted. Any show with a TV-14 rating or higher (we think) has been blocked. So, we can watch Seinfeld but not Will & Grace, Futurama but not Family Guy. Almost every movie on regular cable is blocked.

So, OK. Maybe my parent just set the TV restriction without any ulterior motives. Perhaps my parent has a lot of faith in the TV ratings system and just wanted to block age-inappropriate TV. Annoying, yes, but what do you do?

Mr. Angst and I came back from running errands today, though, to something that suggested a little more intentionality in the restrictions. All of my parent’s DVDs are in the master bedroom. I went to grab a couple so Mr. Angst and I could watch a movie and enjoy some snacks we’d picked up, and I found the door to the bedroom locked.

So, OK, “bad” TV blocked. But, master bedroom locked, so the 200 movies in the house aren’t accessible to anyone–not just the teenagers, but also the adult children? Wow.

I hate to second guess my parent, because I am not raising these teenagers. But they are good kids! They are well-behaved, for the most part, conscientious, modest, and respectful. I understand–they’re TEENAGERS, and teenagers push the boundaries. But blocking TV shows (shows that aren’t even that bad, as far as TV goes) and locking up movies doesn’t seem to be the best way to suggest trust. And when adults don’t trust teenagers, teenagers tend to act in ways that justify that lack of trust.

And adult children visiting for the holidays get caught in the same trap.

Thank goodness we’re road-tripping to visit my brother tomorrow.

December 19th 2005

it must be some kinda record

Mr. Angst and I did the impossible today.

We bought gifts for my ENTIRE FAMILY. That is, two parents, two step-parents, three brothers, three sisters, one sister-in-law, and one used-to-be-estranged step-grandparent.

All in ONE DAY. It’s some kind of Christmas miracle.

Also a Christmas miracle? My dad has wireless internet at his house. Seriously! I have internet access! And it’s free and I don’t have to go to a coffee house to get it!

Seriously, this is a banner year.

December 16th 2005

free time is so fleeting

As days go, today was pretty rockin’. I slept WAY in, watched a boatload of DVR’d Buffy episodes, trekked to Target for holiday gear, and now I’m sitting on the couch watching Dodgeball.

I know, it sounds like of lame, right? IT WAS NOT. And it’s getting better, since Mr. Angst and I are going to a holiday party, one with a costume theme. I’m now tricked out in fishnets and leather boots and LOTS of holiday cheer.

But this post isn’t just about my day. It’s also about the future. Yes, kids, that’s right, we’re visiting family for Christmas, and we leave tomorrow. Given the amount of cleaning–and packing–we have to get done tomorrow morning, I suspect posting won’t be high on my list of things to do. And when we get to my folk’s house, I think the internet access will be, um, spotty.

So, expect drastically reduced posting for the next ten or so days, and have safe, wonderful, healthy, and happy holidays. Ta!

December 15th 2005

drumroll, please…..

I’M DONE! I took on the first semester of law school, and I WON!

OK, I don’t know if I won. I doubt I lost, though. Um, per tradition, I’ll say nothing substantive about Torts. Except that I am pretty sure I got all the issues, but I may have misanalyzed one of them. It’s a tricky distinction, that I may have missed.

Um, so the count for today so far, then, is two beers and one quick shopping trip. (I had some things to exchange.) Still on deck: a big group dinner/sangria fest and bar review.

Y’all, I’m done. I would feel exhausted, but I’m too excited for that.

December 14th 2005

this IS the winter of my discontent

Children, this morning I found something terrifying. While gray hairs have been making appearances on my head for several years now, what I saw today chilled me to my bones.

A streak. Of gray. Just under my part. In a clump. All together, happily spawning new gray hairs.

Mr. Angst says a streak of silver is sexy. I say that might be true if you are Stacy London. But if you are an under-30 (even if just barely under 30) law student, a streak of gray hair is not a happy thing. And it’s not even really a streak. I have to be honest. It’s just a CLUMP.

Somebody find me a Christmas sweater fast. I better start dressing the part.

December 13th 2005

oh, bloody heck

Gah. This does NOT look promising.

the time, it slips away so quickly

OK, I know I’m not much for the posting lately. I’m just trying to get through the next few days. Civ Pro pretty much took it all out of me and I haven’t felt very motivated to learn Torts. Unfortunately, they tell me I have to take the exam on Thursday, so I’ve been staring at my Torts notes and outline and checklist all evening. I can’t say I’m learning anything, but at least I’m not just sitting on my couch watching House. (Or AM I?)

Exams have shortened my holiday prep time somewhat. The tree is up, yes (and it’s SO PRETTY), but I haven’t done any shopping and I’m suddenly coming to terms with the fact that we leave on Saturday to visit my family for the holidays. That leaves not much time after Thursday’s exam to hang out here in Our New City and do fun holiday stuff. Sigh.

December 12th 2005

today called for a beer, or two

Yo. To everyone who sent waves, THANK YOU. I actually felt competant in my exam today. Now, given the arbitrary nature of law school grades, I could still end up at the bottom of the pile, but for at least today, I feel OK.*

Now I’ll send on those waves to those of you who have Civ Pro tomorrow. Good luck!

*I feel particularly OK knowing that Torts is all that’s left. Whee!! Two-and-a-half days to go over negligence, statutory rights of action, intentional torts, property torts, and products liability. And, um, finish my outline. That is all.

December 11th 2005

if you have a minute?

Civ Pro starts in less than 12 hours. While I like Civ Pro and find the material engaging, I would LOVE whatever procedural waves you might feel inclined to send my way. So, long, of course, as they don’t conflict with any federal procedural waves I might be entitled to enjoy. You know, just in case.

December 10th 2005

call it advice, just so I don’t forget it later

Sometimes studying in a group works for everyone else but not for you; sometimes studying in a group works really well for you but not for someone else.

For Contracts, I had a really hard time studying in a group once we got past going over the basics and got to the nuances. I had a hard time with Contracts in general, and it got harder when we started talking about the tricky little bits. Civ Pro is different. Going over the nuances is enjoyable for me. I want to hit those tricky little bits and talk them out. But one of the people in my study group feels about Civ Pro the way I felt about Contracts and I can see that she’s getting frustrated. And I know why–it can be hard to adapt to one person’s style when your style is different.

I think when studying becomes difficult or a hardship or isn’t productive anymore, that’s the time to take a break. Stop studying with people who make you crazy. Do what works for you and builds your confidence. Because, seriously? Building confidence is really important. If you’re nervous and worried, you’re more likely to freak out when you’re in the exam.

December 9th 2005

oof.

I guess if I’m going to come down with a migraine during exams, an off day is the best day for it to happen.

I did try to be good. I bundled up, put on my snow boots, trudged through piles of mucky snow/slush to cross streets, and I actually went to the library, where I got exactly nothing done. I read the news, I looked at the ice forming on the lake, I watched the wind blow snow onto people from the roofs of buildings. I did finally read a law review article I was supposed to read before Thanksgiving for Civ Pro; after reading it, I realized that he really had gone over all the important points when we talked about it in class. Still, now I can honestly say on my evaluation that I did all the work for the class.

My Civ Pro exam is Monday. I have a lot of work left to do–namely, creating my singe-sheet-of-paper crib sheet and tabbing my Federal Rules of Civil Procedure–but I think I have the concepts down. Glannon is at the ready, for anything I get stuck on.

But tonight? Tonight I am not doing any more work. I am letting my brain heal. Mr. Angst and I are going to try a diner down the street from us (it gets great reviews as an all-night hotspot for clubby people). I will get some rest. And I will attack–with renewed vigor!–tomorrow.