I don't write about my job on this web journal. Or any other web journal, for that matter. Not only am I bound to attorney-client privilege, but hey, it's just not cool to be disclosing private information. But I have a cute story. I called one of our clients to tell her about her upcoming green card interview. She was very excited and did a bit of squealing. When she settled down a bit, she asked me if she could ask me a personal question. Now, I get asked personal questions occasionally. No big deal. I'm fine with telling people that I don't have kids and I haven't found Jesus. Anyways, this client paused, got all quiet, and asked me...
"Do you like cake?"
DO I!?!?! I love cake. I told her that I like cake, but she doesn't have to bring me a cake. Unfortunately, I couldn't talk her out of it, so we're getting a cake. (Side note to Rachel: yay! cake!) My favorite cake is the marble cake from Lunds (surprise!) - it has an almondy flavor.
This cake discussion is a good transition into my announcement regarding The Diet of 2007. I've gained five pounds over the last four months. Not cool. I bought a food diary and apparently, the mere act of buying the food diary caused me to lose half a pound.
And speaking of food (the transitions! It's a slippery slope) - Meghan and I had EXCELLENT customer service at Big Bowl on Sunday. (This was pre-food diary.) A manager saw that we were enjoying some potstickers and brought us a complimentary (!!!) appetizer. Big Bowl manager, I love you. And the waitress was quick with the refills on the awesome hibiscus lemonade iced tea and water. I was a thirsty pocket.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
I Look Forward to These Things
I'm having a good week. A woeful lack of Adventures in Consumerism though. I just turned off my TV! At 9:45 on a Thursday night!
Admitted Student Day went well. I learned who to avoid and who to hang out with. Pretty girl, I'm sorry that I accidentally hit on you a little bit. Pretty guy, I'm sorry about rambling about how much I like eating chicken for lunch. My back-up conversation line was going to be about the acoustic tiles in the ceiling, so you should feel lucky. Annoying girl, please don't talk to me ever again. I'm not going to go drink Bloody Marys with you. Admissions Woman, I'm sorry about squealing with glee when you handed me a gavel pencil. I was just really excited.
Tamie's wedding in Fond du Lac was tons o' fun. The food was delicious. I really liked the cheese cubes and the pasta. And the cake. And the dance.
My Fun in Fond du Lac was followed by me being incredibly hungover and driving across Wisconsin back to my parent's house. I was laying on the couch when my sister walked in and said "Wow, this feels like high school all over again." In retrospect, shut up. I also laid on the living room floor, the kitchen floor, the yard and then later, I laid on Andy and Casey's floor. Kirby (my parent's dog) decided to get in on the sweet yard-laying action and laid down next to me with his legs in the same position my limbs were. Very clever, little cockapoo. I know you were mocking me.
And it's been a great week! I'm in high spirits. I'm playing Bingo with Katie and Jill tomorrow night. And then the Craftstravangza is on Saturday! I love that crap.
I do have a minor Adventures in Consumerism story. I ventured to Lunds after work to grab some sushi. There was an Asian woman behind a sample table. She didn't have any samples, so obviously, I was going to avoid her. But I couldn't because she was directly in front of the sushi. She thanked me for shopping at Lunds and I was milliseconds away from thanking her for making such excellent sushi. But then I stopped and wondered if I was being racist by assuming this Asian woman made the sushi. So, I said "No, thank YOU." Ugh. And then the bagger and I had a very awkward conversation about me purchasing a Philadelphia roll and a California roll. He said I was doing an East Coast/West Coast tour and all I could come up with was "Yeah, I get around." Ugh.
Admitted Student Day went well. I learned who to avoid and who to hang out with. Pretty girl, I'm sorry that I accidentally hit on you a little bit. Pretty guy, I'm sorry about rambling about how much I like eating chicken for lunch. My back-up conversation line was going to be about the acoustic tiles in the ceiling, so you should feel lucky. Annoying girl, please don't talk to me ever again. I'm not going to go drink Bloody Marys with you. Admissions Woman, I'm sorry about squealing with glee when you handed me a gavel pencil. I was just really excited.
Tamie's wedding in Fond du Lac was tons o' fun. The food was delicious. I really liked the cheese cubes and the pasta. And the cake. And the dance.
My Fun in Fond du Lac was followed by me being incredibly hungover and driving across Wisconsin back to my parent's house. I was laying on the couch when my sister walked in and said "Wow, this feels like high school all over again." In retrospect, shut up. I also laid on the living room floor, the kitchen floor, the yard and then later, I laid on Andy and Casey's floor. Kirby (my parent's dog) decided to get in on the sweet yard-laying action and laid down next to me with his legs in the same position my limbs were. Very clever, little cockapoo. I know you were mocking me.
And it's been a great week! I'm in high spirits. I'm playing Bingo with Katie and Jill tomorrow night. And then the Craftstravangza is on Saturday! I love that crap.
I do have a minor Adventures in Consumerism story. I ventured to Lunds after work to grab some sushi. There was an Asian woman behind a sample table. She didn't have any samples, so obviously, I was going to avoid her. But I couldn't because she was directly in front of the sushi. She thanked me for shopping at Lunds and I was milliseconds away from thanking her for making such excellent sushi. But then I stopped and wondered if I was being racist by assuming this Asian woman made the sushi. So, I said "No, thank YOU." Ugh. And then the bagger and I had a very awkward conversation about me purchasing a Philadelphia roll and a California roll. He said I was doing an East Coast/West Coast tour and all I could come up with was "Yeah, I get around." Ugh.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Doo-Wop
Tomorrow is Admitted Students Day at my law school of choice. I'm already envisioning me showing up early, getting a good seat and sitting there with my notepad and blue pen....and then everyone else walks in with laptops. And then no one will want me in their group. That actually happened to me in the computer science class I took in college. None of the NERDS wanted me in their group. And then when I asked questions in the discussion group, there was an audible sigh in the room. Needless to say, I dropped that class after a few weeks. And went to work on a campaign.
Well, I don't even remember where I was going with that. Anxiety about meeting new people? Not really. I like strangers.
Also, do you have any idea how excited I am about National Bingo Night?!?!!?!? If you've known me longer than five minutes, you know that I fucking love bingo. When I go to beautiful Eau Claire, Wisconsin for a week in June, I'm going to play bingo with my grandparents. (Side note: I also intend to go to the casino with them on the free bus. It will be all shades of awesome.) I swear that I can predict the letter and number that is about to be called. If you're wondering why I'm not swimming in bingo winnings because of my rare talent, then you don't understand the idea of letting others win occasionally. I always get really anxious when I'm one or two numbers away from a bingo win. The thought of being a Bingo Faker - well, that gives me sweaty palms.
Unfortunately, I will be in Eau Claire (AGAIN) on National Bingo Night. If my sister didn't have to graduate from college that weekend....no, wait. I'll force her to watch it with me. Also, I'd just like to say that I'm hella proud of my sister. She's going to Mozambique in September with the Peace Corps. She'll be teaching English to the little kiddies. And taming a lion so I can have my picture taken with one.
Also, I really enjoy Casey's blog. You should too. (Okay, I know I told you that I was going to think of a smooth way of working a link in to my blog, but I'm not capable of being smooth...and now I just admitted that I talk about my blog with other people in person. I'm just going to slowly back away from this entry.....)
Well, I don't even remember where I was going with that. Anxiety about meeting new people? Not really. I like strangers.
Also, do you have any idea how excited I am about National Bingo Night?!?!!?!? If you've known me longer than five minutes, you know that I fucking love bingo. When I go to beautiful Eau Claire, Wisconsin for a week in June, I'm going to play bingo with my grandparents. (Side note: I also intend to go to the casino with them on the free bus. It will be all shades of awesome.) I swear that I can predict the letter and number that is about to be called. If you're wondering why I'm not swimming in bingo winnings because of my rare talent, then you don't understand the idea of letting others win occasionally. I always get really anxious when I'm one or two numbers away from a bingo win. The thought of being a Bingo Faker - well, that gives me sweaty palms.
Unfortunately, I will be in Eau Claire (AGAIN) on National Bingo Night. If my sister didn't have to graduate from college that weekend....no, wait. I'll force her to watch it with me. Also, I'd just like to say that I'm hella proud of my sister. She's going to Mozambique in September with the Peace Corps. She'll be teaching English to the little kiddies. And taming a lion so I can have my picture taken with one.
Also, I really enjoy Casey's blog. You should too. (Okay, I know I told you that I was going to think of a smooth way of working a link in to my blog, but I'm not capable of being smooth...and now I just admitted that I talk about my blog with other people in person. I'm just going to slowly back away from this entry.....)
Friday, April 13, 2007
We Will Never Knowingly Disappoint You.
Two blog entries in two days?!
I went rollerblading ("inline skating") for the first time this year. It was actually my first time rollerblading since the marathon in September. (Wow, I haven't rollerbladed since before I took the LSAT. Damn you, long Minnesota winter.)
Anyways, rollerblading is definitely my favorite outdoor activity. A fun fact about me (and Katie) is that I've done three inline marathons. Most people hear that, look at me and say, "Really?" and then I say, "Well, it's easier than running."
I forgot how difficult rollerblading is until I went rollerblading around Lake of the Isles tonight after work. First of all, it was 50 degrees. That's less than 70. It was cold. Also, I've been in physical therapy for six weeks and haven't done any cardio in like seven weeks. I only went three miles and I was wishing for a swift and painless death (preferably not by drowning.)
This is the first step towards doing the St. Paul Inline Marathon in August the weekend before school starts.
I went rollerblading ("inline skating") for the first time this year. It was actually my first time rollerblading since the marathon in September. (Wow, I haven't rollerbladed since before I took the LSAT. Damn you, long Minnesota winter.)
Anyways, rollerblading is definitely my favorite outdoor activity. A fun fact about me (and Katie) is that I've done three inline marathons. Most people hear that, look at me and say, "Really?" and then I say, "Well, it's easier than running."
I forgot how difficult rollerblading is until I went rollerblading around Lake of the Isles tonight after work. First of all, it was 50 degrees. That's less than 70. It was cold. Also, I've been in physical therapy for six weeks and haven't done any cardio in like seven weeks. I only went three miles and I was wishing for a swift and painless death (preferably not by drowning.)
This is the first step towards doing the St. Paul Inline Marathon in August the weekend before school starts.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
You know how I feel about snacks
I'm really not good about posting anymore. Although, I suppose I never had a strict schedule. Maybe I should do that. Perhaps I need more structure in my life.
So, hmmm. Hello.
I've been in a bit of a funk lately. There are many reasons for this funk - financing my impending legal education, my bathroom's plea to be swiffered, the snow in April and other things. I have a plan though. I'm going to swiffer my bathroom this weekend. And it's going to be awesome. And lemon-scented.
Also, I went to Lunds on Tuesday night and avoided Meg's lane.
You know, I think the problem here is that my space bar is broken on my laptop and it's a pain in the ass to type anything. The right side of my space bar won't work, but the left will.
So, hmmm. Hello.
I've been in a bit of a funk lately. There are many reasons for this funk - financing my impending legal education, my bathroom's plea to be swiffered, the snow in April and other things. I have a plan though. I'm going to swiffer my bathroom this weekend. And it's going to be awesome. And lemon-scented.
Also, I went to Lunds on Tuesday night and avoided Meg's lane.
You know, I think the problem here is that my space bar is broken on my laptop and it's a pain in the ass to type anything. The right side of my space bar won't work, but the left will.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
All Grown Up
Things I Did This Weekend
- Got in to law school; and
- Watched Wrestlemania 23.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
I've Always Been Boring
Once upon a time, I was nine years old. The year was 1990. For some reason, I felt like I should keep a journal. And my, it was chock full o' interesting tidbits. Here is a sample:
Her journal is so much sweeter than mine. Exclamation point!
Also, she called me weird. That's so polite of her. (And thanks to Erin for transcribing the journals and making sure that they were passed around to Mom and Dad while I wasn't there to defend my boring-ness.)
“The Property of Kara and only Kara’s. I will never give it away.”
January 1, 1990
“I got up at 7:00 and watched TV a little bit. Me my mom and my dad cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. My sister didn’t. I cut some threads off a towel. I helped a lot. Then I sat around. My Grandma and Grandpa and Ron and Roger came over. 9:15. That is the end.
[My sister was six. Clearly, she was a lazy child and did not cut as many threads as I did.]
January 2, 1990
“I got up at 7:30. I watched parades. We went some places. Mom came home. We went to Menards. We went to eat. We went to Hardees. Then we came home.”
January 3, 1990
“I got up erly. I didn’t now when to go to be case I had to go to Cherly’s. So I went to Cherly’s. We sleighing. I had fun. Then we came home.”
April 10, 1990
“I got up at 5:45. Last day of school. To bed at 8:30.”
April 11, 1990
“I got up at 5:45. I have to go to Cheryl’s house. At school we didn’t have any work; almost. It was exciting today. It was our last day in school ‘til Tuesday. We went looking at bikes. I settled on a straight handled bike, at K-Mart. I almost got an ugly one from Farm & Fleet. I got to bed at 9:30.”
April 12, 1990
“I got up at six (as usually). I don’t know why I keep on thinking about Kris L. I went shopping today. It was really exciting. It is Grandma’s birthday. We had to put up basketball hoops. I went to bed at 9:00.”
June 23, 1990
“Up at 8:00. But I think I am more excited about tomorrow. You could guess, but no time. Picnic time! Roger is staying at our house tonight. We went to the graveyard. Today is exciting. Once in a lifetime. Bed at 10:30.”
June 24, 1990
“Up at 6:30. Yesterday I wrote “Picnic Time.” I meant Wolf Family Reunion.”
July 23, 1990
“Up at 5:45. Went to pick up Laura. Didn’t do much.”
July 27, 1990
“I have no idea what time I got up. April 12th, last year, I just happened to mention Kris L. I’ll tell you why I think of her. She stinks! Anyway, I had a birthday party today and I went the fair.”
October 18, 1990
“Got up at 7:00 Got read for school. We had different classes. I had art. We did splatter painting (didn’t have it!). Bed at 8:30.”
October 19, 1990
“I got up at 7:00. We got ready for school. We got on the bus. We had different classes. Bed at 9:00.”
October 24, 1990
“Up at 5:45. Got ready for school. Went to Ceryl’s. I went to school. We had different classes. I came home. Bed at 8:30.”
December 25, 1990
“Got up at 6:00. I got a microscope, pencils, slippers, yo-yo and more.”
[Nerd alert.]
December 28, 1990
“Up at 6:00 Went shopping. I don’t know why but I think I’m more independent. Sheila’s birthday. She has the features of Lisa. We went sledding for the first time this year. Bed at 9:00.”
December 29, 1990
“Up at 7:30.”
Wow, I had the world's most boring journal. I imagine this is what a prison journal might look like. Apparently it was very important that I chronicle the time I got up and went to bed. DETAILS PEOPLE.
January 3, 1992
“Well, my Dad is working. My sweat puppy Max is playing in his great kennel. I just wrote a story called “Your NO fun!” and my first day of school! When I grow up I’m going to be a puppy doctor. Oh, how much fun I’ll have. Yahoo! Yahoo! Yahoo!”
January 7, 1992
“Some days are sort of hard for me but I live through them. I just love my dog, Max Alexander. I love my name. My mom is very pretty. My dad is handsome. My sister is weird and my dog is cute.”
May 30, 1992
“Today was a good day. We went to Fleet Farm, Dairy Queen, St. Mary’s school and Shopko. I am very, very tired. I think I will sleep good tonight! I wish I was in 6th grade so I could stay up later but I am only in third grade! Yesterday was our last day of school!”
Her journal is so much sweeter than mine. Exclamation point!
Also, she called me weird. That's so polite of her. (And thanks to Erin for transcribing the journals and making sure that they were passed around to Mom and Dad while I wasn't there to defend my boring-ness.)
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