Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Window Shopping

Oh, internet shopping how do I love thee?  I regularly visit a few items that I'm lusting after.  Please feel free to window shop with me:

This necklace needs a home.  On my neck.  Its called, "I knew I Loved You."

Again with the baker's labels.  Get over it, I know.  I can't.  I don't know who this Elizabether Brown is, but I like her style.

Ok.  I've been checking this thing out forever. I wants it.

I've stopped straightening and embraced the mess of it all.  I've read that this is the key.

I should probably pass the Bar first, but I think this is pretty good
Lastly, for the dream on portion of the program, the items that I'm filing under, 'maybe later assuming legal employment works out' or 'wish in one hand....'

This or any digital slr with a fancy lens.  Isn't it dreamy?

It would be fun.

This would change my career.  To everyone who said that I should learn to speak Spanish, I was wrong.  My days in Court have shown me just how much.
Since I'm dreaming, it won't hurt to throw one in for Craig.  The Sony flat screen.  I know a lot of people are on their second or third flat screen.  I guess I've been living under a rock.  A rock called a 32" tube tv.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Tune in, Turn off

     I'm typing this post in bright red nail polish, something I never wear.  In fact, I never paint my nails at all.  They range from short and neat, at best, to something reminiscent of a shipwreck victim stranded on a deserted island.  This red nail polish is one of several things that has come of our sacrifice during Lent.  We gave up TV, or at least the bulk of our TV watching.  We've decided to allow ourselves limited access on the weekends to avoid boredom induced spending/eating.  For some people giving up TV wouldn't be much of a big deal.  I understand that.  A lot of people have told me that they're giving up booze.  Their booze is my TV.  I could give up drinking permanently and wouldn't miss it, but I cannot truly imagine what my life would look like with no TV.  Seriously, don't even try to out-TV me.  I've seen it.  Yes, even that.  I love it, commercials and all.  I think the fact that I have such a strong addiction to the tube makes it the perfect thing to sacrifice.  Before last Wednesday, I would have it on all the time, even when I wasn't watching.  I would continue to watch TV well past the point of not finding anything on that interested me.  I would complain about not having time to do any of the things that I wanted to do, but then sit down and watch TV for two and half hours. 
      Now I'm not condemning television.  Oh no, I would never turn on my old friend like that.  TV was my playmate and sibling when the weather was bad growing up and was my entertainment during the almost five years I lived alone.  Whenever I was scared at night, the glow of the TV would calm me down.  As a kid, I couldn't sleep without it on.  Confession:  I was such a wimp that I would leave it on QVC so that no scary shows or creepy commercial music would come on and freak me the hell out.  That's not an exaggeration.  I once got lightheaded I was so terrified by a halloween episode of F Troop on Nick at Night.  I didn't see Bram Stoker's Dracula until I was twenty-four years old, but when I saw the preview at age nine, I slept in a turtle neck for weeks for vampire protection.  I was sure that Jaws was under my bed and that there was a real chance of being sucked into the floor furnace and devoured by what ever made it make noise.  TV was always my way of self-soothing.   There are way worse things that a person could turn into a crutch and, to be fair, I've learned a lot from my old square friend.  Like anything, though, too much of a good thing turns bad.
      My goal after Lent is not to go back to watching TV all the time, but to indulge in moderation. I hope that my filter will be better too.  Like a lot people, I've watched so much reality TV that I'm desensitized to a lot of the trash.  Enjoying a little trash TV here and there is more than fine by me, but I think the old expression "garbage in, garbage out" is true.  If I ate food as often and of the same substantive value as the television I watch I think I'd probably look like Chet from Weird Science. The problem is that no one who spends so much passive time is that interesting.  There are a ton of productive, entertaining things I could be doing during the week, I just don't know what they are yet.  So far I've painted my nails, polished the silver, and organized the closet.  We did a cross-word puzzle and have eaten more meals at the table.  I've amped up my status as a hot tea enthusiast.  I've been reading outside of what I usually do before bed.  So far I'm pleased with the results.  So long as I don't use all this extra time to overpluck my eyebrows or start drinking, I think I'll be a better person for it. 

Sunday, February 7, 2010

One of these things is not like the other

Personalized Baker's Labels

I think these baker's labels are about the cutest thing that I've ever seen (see above link).  This probably reveals a lot about my inner fantasy life, wherein I would have a sunny southern kitchen filled with precious babies and things I had baked in fabulous, yet rustic copper cookware.  When asked about these delicious treats, I would humbly wave my hand and say, "This old tart, it's so simple.  Here, have some fresh squeezed juice while I organize this gala." Thats right.  I, the law student who has spent most of my studies focused in criminal law and now spend most of days with criminals, dream of being Donna Reed.  If you're not familiar with Mrs. Reed, she was like  Martha Stewart with a tiny waist and a clean record.  I love Emily Post.  When faced with a problem, I often think, "What would Truvy do?" I secretly love gospel music.  A lot.  Even though I have never attended a church that plays/sings gospel music.  My fantasy life is the stuff of Southern Living and would make Scarlett and Rosalyn Carter proud.

In reality, I'm no southern flower.  I'm proud of being from South Alabama.  I know that to some South Alabama is redundant, but it means something if you're from there, trust me.  Proud though I may be of my South, Donna Reed I'm not.  I love the law and the competition of litigation.  Dirty jokes don't make me blush, they make me howl.  I can be sharp tongued and my hair is usually a mass of unkempt curls.  I'm pulled in two different directions.  I want a life of baker's labels, Junior League, and two-named children with smocked outfits at the same time that I want to be a hoo-rah, glass ceiling breaking, professional woman to be reckoned with.  Somehow or another, I will have both, but "I won't think about that today.  I'll think about that tomorrow."*

*If you don't know this quote, you probably couldn't relate to this post anyway and frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.