Have you noticed that on America’s Next Top Model

All of the girls are beautiful, but no one is prettier than Tyra. Do you think that is on purpose?

Yeah, I’m done.

A plea

I know that my blog doesn’t reach a lot of people, but I wanted to make a plug for giving to the Episcopal Relief and Development in response to the cyclone in Myanmar and the earthquake in China. Churches are often the first responders in these situations because the local church is already in the region and can mobilize quickly. They can open the church doors for shelter, and can use their connections with the locals in order to get aid in. I used to work for the Episcopal Church when the tsunami hit Sri Lanka. Most agencies had a hard time with the government, but aid sent through the church was able to bypass them and get to the diocese and then to the local churches were it was distributed.

I know what you are probably thinking, Episcopalians in China? Yes. If the British colonized them, were there.

Here is a link if you are interested. Give a little. Like you really need another pair of shoes….

36 hours

Jen picked me up from the Boston Library after studying there all day. I got into the car, and when I saw my son, I said what I always say, “I’m so happy to see you!” He grabbed my hand and rubbed it against his cheek and said, “I so appy to ee u!” It was so cute and sweet, and I think that is longest sentenced he has ever spoken.

I’ve been studying a lot and not sleeping much. My dreams have been just crazy. My mom died over ten years ago, and last night she was in my dream. My brothers and  sisters were there too, but they were living in this really depressing, run down house. I was distraught that my mom was living there. I kept asking here if she would be ok. Then she told me she had to drive me back to the airport. We drove down the lonely Arizona highway. We kept passing statutes of Catholic saints. When we got to the airport, there were no planes there. I asked her one more time if it was ok that she was living in that dump, and she said, “Everything in this world can be worked on. You need to get back to your son.” And I turned around, and little guy was there.

When I woke up, I realized that dream was about my life. My mother wasn’t driving me to the airport, she was taking me from my past into my present. But my memories of my mom are still tainted by my resentment about all of the alcoholism in my family. She lives in my mind, but only in the dump of my resentment. But everything can be worked on. The important thing is to let go of the past, and get back to my life.

In less than 36 hours, there will be no more studying for 3 months. It’s going to be 3 months of hot dogs and swimming and swinging on swings.

Forecast: Its a doozi

Jen bought me this nail polish to wear for my Civ Pro test. Its called, Its a Doozi says Suzi. The test will be a doozi, so I have been MIA studying for it.

Also, I am afraid its a no go on the pregnancy, we got a negative on the pregnancy test.

I will be updating again soon. Just one more week of hell.

Torts Invading My Life

Jen and Lil’ guy spent yesterday at the zoo while I was wasting away at the library.

When I saw Jen last night she said, “You’ll never guess what happened to me today. I slipped on a banana peel.”

An actual slip on a banana peel case! I was so excited I could barely contain myself, “How far did you fall? Were you on zoo property?” Unfortunately, she isn’t sure if she was on zoo property (Virgin commented that the case would be really great if the Gorilla had thrown the banana at her, and then she slipped). Also she didn’t really get hurt, so her case is not so good.

And where was I? I was at the library…studying Torts. Actually, I can’t believe the day I had. I spent 9 hours at the public library. I go to the public library because I can’t get on the internet there, so I am really productive. And then I came home and went over problems with Virgin for about 4 hours. I’m all over this Torts thing.

Super quick TTC update

I am feeling slightly panicked about Finals. But, yesterday, Jen’s follicles measured at 20, she took a trigger shot, and will be going in for insem number #2 tomorrow at 11:00. Wish us luck!

So you speak Farsi, I own Red Carpet Barbie

A guy in my section came up with a game for Finals. He wants everyone to email him a fun fact about themselves, and then he will compile a list of the facts, and we have to guess who is who.

First, it annoys me that anyone has the time to even contemplate doing this. But that’s old news. At this point in the semester, I resent that Jen is able to go to bed at 10:30. Other than that, this is an Human Resources game, and Human Resources games categorically annoy me.

When I thought about what I might write for my fun fact, I realized I am just a townie from Sunnyslope, AZ. While I’m sure my classmates will write about how they are in a punk bank, lived in exotic places or speak 10 languages, the accomplishment I am most proud of is quitting drinking. I don’t think I want to share that with my future colleagues. If I make through law school with a baby on my hip, that will be big accomplishment number 2.

I was one of the very first same sex couples to get legally married in the country, but even being gay is getting a little pedestrian.

So I thought about making something up. I think I am going to write that I own thousands of Barbie dolls that I categorize by hair color and date of issue. What do you think?

What to do with that placenta

As most of you know, my wife is a nurse. It’s a pretty crazy job. Whenever I ask her about it, I get freaky details from her day, so I usually don’t ask. But tonight she volunteered this story.

A kid was admitted into Jen’s ward. The kid’s mom and dad were there. Mom is 9 months pregnant. She goes into labor so they race her over to the maternity ward. She had given birth at home the other two times and wanted to get back to her sick child in Jen’s ward, so they let her out right after she gave birth.

This is where Jen comes in. So mom is there with new baby, sick kid and dad. Then dad comes up to Jen and asks where he can freeze the placenta. Jen’s thinks he is holding a Styrofoam cup of yogurt, but then realizes that he is actually holding mom’s placenta.

Jen calmly responds “It’s a blood product. We can’t store it.”

Dad then says, “Oh what. If it was cow’s blood you’d refrigerate it.”

Jen says, “I’m sorry sir. We can’t”

Dad, “A placenta is the only meat product you can eat that doesn’t involve killing.”

“No.”

Stories like this make me wish I had gone to nursing school.

Lions Roar and little boys jump in puddles

I really love this new phase we are in with my son. I love the fact that I can talk to him and he can tell me what is on his mind. The other day, Jen and lil’ guy went to the zoo. When I saw him that night, he kept saying, “Lion ROAR Lion ROAR”. I could see that he was impressed.

I decided to take him to the zoo today, only thing is, its been raining for a few days now. And its cold. We get there, and half of the exhibits are closed. He asks for the lion, but then as we make our way through the zoo, we pass by a few puddles. He runs over to them to jump. I stop him. We’re in public, and it’s freezing. I drag him to the lions, but there are so many kids we can’t get close. So I decide to try the playground. That goes pretty well, but he wants me to go down the slide with him. So I drag myself up to the top of the slide, and then on the way down, hit a big pool of water. I am soaking wet. Now I’m cranky.

He asks to see the lion again, so we make our way over there again. But we pass by a whole row of big, fat juicy puddles. They call his name. He sneaks up to them and looks at me. I think, whatever, screw the lions.

“Go ahead,” I tell him.

He gets sopping wet and full of mud. I get quite a few looks from the other parents. But I think, we’ll just go home. So we leave the zoo entrance (but he had to chase a couple of peacocks first). I think, I will put him in the car, crank up the heat and take off his pants, get home soon.

But just as we are leaving, I notice the runners. As in hundreds of runners that are running through the zoo parking lot. They were having a 5k that was routed through the parking lot of the zoo. They weren’t just running through either. This part of the parking lot is just a narrow two lane stretch. They ran up on side, banged a U, and then ran down the other side. We were sopping wet, cold and stuck.  I was so annoyed. By the time the slow pokes ran by, I was giving them dirty looks and thinking, “Would you move your butt so I can get my wet baby home?” Lil’ guy and me will probably get sick, just in time for finals. Which is really just perfect considering how this semester has gone.

I am going to take him to the toy store now. We need some new toys around here.

The end is near

I am friends at school with a cute girl from the South. She is not in my section, but her locker is near mine, and sometimes we ride the T home together.

The other night she was telling me that she wasn’t going home. She had to go panty shopping (imagine someone with a cute Southern accent saying this.)

Why? I asked. Are you trying to avoid laundry?

No. No. All her laundry was done, she assured me, it was just…someone might see them.

Gentle reader, once upon a time, I would have known new panties meant a new love. Now I think you are trying to get out of your housework.

At any rate, its nearing finals, and blogging will probably be light for the next few weeks. Leaseholds and fee simple estates are hurling towards me at an alarming velocity. I have real covenants to explore and the Erie doctrine to digest. I must get over my moral objection to the Hand formula and learn to apply it.

To those taking finals..good luck. And Good luck to those who are TTC.
I will check in as often as I can. After my finals, my family is going to P-town for a week. And then my super three day a week intern starts. I can’t wait.