Well sheesh. It appears that I let a month slide by without blogging. Well, it's the holidays and all, and I think I lost my readership anyway. But hark! This clickety-clack is the sound of me trying to pull it together and type a blog.
What's been going on for me lately, you ask? A lot, but that's always the case. Work is going well. I've finally started doing things that real lawyers do, instead of just typing documents. I'm keeping myself busy here, and enjoying the heck out of being a real live lawyer.
Baby Joey turned one month old on Christmas day. He's growing exponentially, and if this rate continues, he will tower over the buildings of Benson by next fall, and will cause a lot of damage around town just by crawling. Shudder, mortals, for the day of Joeyzilla draws night. In all seriousness, he's doing fantastic.
Christmas this year involved some travel, but not as much as usual. On Wednesday night we drove from Benson to Taylors Falls, MN (where my Grandparents reside). We made this trek in the midst of SNOWMAGEDDON 2009!, a much-hyped winter storm. The drive was pretty intense, but we made it without too much difficulty. We had a lovely Christmas dinner, where I successfully avoided eating any lutefisk (ish). We stayed until Christmas day, and made the trek back home.
The drive home was worse than the drive there. At first the roads were just wet, but by the time we were within 30 miles of home it was complete crap. Four-wheel drive and a speed of 30 mph got us home happily, and I discovered to my great joy that our neighbor across the street had cleared my driveway. I love my neighborhood.
It continued to snow, and I woke up the next day to the sound of a motor, and glanced out to see that once again, my neighbor had cleared my driveway. I didn't see which of my neighbors was the awesome one. I decided to pay it forward, and went over to my parents' house with a shovel in hand. This was Saturday, and they were returning later in the afternoon.
That was the worst time I've ever spent shoveling in recent memory. It took me close to 3 hours, and part of it involved cutting through a chunky wall of snow that was well higher than my waist, piled against the end of my parents' driveway by a series of snowplows. I seriously should have left that there, because it would have easily repelled looters or hordes of orcs. I feel that I singlehandedly destroyed my parents' fortifications, but such is life.
Yesterday, I once again heard the sound of blowing snow. I sprang from my bed like a wildman, intent on catching Mr. Awesome mid-snowblow. I was successful. I ran out the front door and found that it was my neighbor from across the street. I thanked him profusely for his kind act. I went inside and collected a large plate of Christmas cookies, and then brought it over to said neighbor's house as a thank-you gift. I love my neighborhood.
After that, Kerry's parents and some other relatives came to our house for Christmas Two: Electric Boogaloo. We had a great day, filled with food, beer, wine, mead, merriment, and more presents for a very excited three-year-old. I think that Gwen is now convinced that it's going to be Christmas every day.
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Wii, Weather, Wife, Weecordings.
Wii fit is fun. I've gone from having a "wii fit age" of 32 to 34 to 28. Hurrah! I'm younger now! Woot! Of course, I've now started school again, so I don't have all the time in the world to worry about fitness, when I have a ton of other crap to worry about. Such is life, of course.
Class started last night, and I had perhaps the worst two drives of my law school careers. The drive there wasn't all that bad except for driving 5 mph the entire way to St. Paul. Miraculously, I was actually on time to class. Wonder of wonders.
The drive home was full of suck, though. I actually watched an idiot in a volvo come screaming down an entrance ramp onto 94, lose control, spin and fishtail for a while, then plow into the snow bank on the side of the road. Other cars stopped for him, and I could see that he was ok (if shaken) before I drove away. Perhaps he'll think twice about driving like a dillhole from now on.
The accidents and spinouts continued all morning, and roads were sucky. They're better now, though, so that's good. We won't be getting more snow until...aw crap! Tonight!
So my wife called me at work today, and left a message on my voice mail. It said, "Call me right away. It's an emergency." Of course, I panicked. Then I called her and listened to her sad tale. She had gone out to my car to start it and make sure it was ok for my drive tonight. Then she somehow locked her keys inside it, while it was running.
The problem with this scenario is that she had dropped me off this morning. Therefore, I didn't have a car at work with which to bring her a key. I actually borrowed my boss' car and drove home to play the role of the knight in shining armor. Or, at least, the knight in shining Civic. Either way, the crisis was averted. Sorry I laughed so hard at you, honey.
We had a Kobolds practice on Sunday night. (OK, the actual band name is "A Flock Of Kobolds", but that's a lot to type. Perhaps we should have a discussion on that tip, gentlemen? ;D) It was super cool. I must admit, we sound hella awesome together. We've got this Irish thing down. The Irish thing and some other strangeness. We've even worked one original tune, and I've written some more so there is more coolness on the horizon. I'm already chomping at the bit for more, and my fingers haven't stopped hurting from Sunday.
Class started last night, and I had perhaps the worst two drives of my law school careers. The drive there wasn't all that bad except for driving 5 mph the entire way to St. Paul. Miraculously, I was actually on time to class. Wonder of wonders.
The drive home was full of suck, though. I actually watched an idiot in a volvo come screaming down an entrance ramp onto 94, lose control, spin and fishtail for a while, then plow into the snow bank on the side of the road. Other cars stopped for him, and I could see that he was ok (if shaken) before I drove away. Perhaps he'll think twice about driving like a dillhole from now on.
The accidents and spinouts continued all morning, and roads were sucky. They're better now, though, so that's good. We won't be getting more snow until...aw crap! Tonight!
So my wife called me at work today, and left a message on my voice mail. It said, "Call me right away. It's an emergency." Of course, I panicked. Then I called her and listened to her sad tale. She had gone out to my car to start it and make sure it was ok for my drive tonight. Then she somehow locked her keys inside it, while it was running.
The problem with this scenario is that she had dropped me off this morning. Therefore, I didn't have a car at work with which to bring her a key. I actually borrowed my boss' car and drove home to play the role of the knight in shining armor. Or, at least, the knight in shining Civic. Either way, the crisis was averted. Sorry I laughed so hard at you, honey.
We had a Kobolds practice on Sunday night. (OK, the actual band name is "A Flock Of Kobolds", but that's a lot to type. Perhaps we should have a discussion on that tip, gentlemen? ;D) It was super cool. I must admit, we sound hella awesome together. We've got this Irish thing down. The Irish thing and some other strangeness. We've even worked one original tune, and I've written some more so there is more coolness on the horizon. I'm already chomping at the bit for more, and my fingers haven't stopped hurting from Sunday.
Weathery goodness
As per usual, the weather wasn't nearly as bad here as people were hyping it up to be. There was supposed to be this terrible blizzard that hit yesterday. Still, that doesn't mean that the weather is nice at all. I had a very slow drive in to work this morning.
Yesterday we had another open house, to which no one showed up because of the weather. There was freezing rain going on, and the no-show was kind of expected by yours truly. Oh well. We'll see how things go on that tip after the holidays.
Last night the snow was falling pretty fiercely, and I entertained a hope that work would be cancelled this morning. No such luck. Oh well, I didn't really expect it to happen. This morning's drive (as mentioned earlier) sucked, though. Snow plows hadn't hit Highway 100 when I left, and therefore traffic crawled. Luckily, I had left very early and thus ended up at work early.
I've probably mentioned it already somewhere in the world of the Ostrich, but when it snows around here, people that have been living here their whole lives suddenly become complete toolsheds. This affects people in various ways. First, there's the overcautious type. ONE snowflake on the road and Mr. Overcautious decides that going above 10 miles per hour is a very bad idea. Ugh. Then, when the weather actually gets to the point where driving is dangerous (case in point, this morning) you have Mr. Moron, who weaves in and out of stop-and-go traffic going 70 mph over the ice, thinking that his F-150 makes him invincible. Ugh. Sometimes people deserve to get in a car accident, and sadly it never happens to the people that deserve it.
I watched the movie Wanted last night, and it was exactly the type of movie that I wanted to see. Lots of action, very little of which was actually plausible, veiled beneath a rather weak plot about an age-old guild of assassins. I enjoyed it thoroughly. I also watched the first half of Pineapple Express with my wife. It was ok, but we turned it off because she got tired. There were some hilarious parts, but the "oh, he's high on weed" joke lost its luster rather quickly. Stoner movies just get kind of boring. So do stoners.
I have one final left to take this semester. It's coming my way on Thursday, in Workers' Compensation. I don't expect it to be so bad -- many of the themes of the class tie in with a bunch of other stuff I've taken, and a lot of it just makes sense. The rest is fairly simple math of the third-grade variety. That's about my speed. Shouldn't be bad.
Yesterday we had another open house, to which no one showed up because of the weather. There was freezing rain going on, and the no-show was kind of expected by yours truly. Oh well. We'll see how things go on that tip after the holidays.
Last night the snow was falling pretty fiercely, and I entertained a hope that work would be cancelled this morning. No such luck. Oh well, I didn't really expect it to happen. This morning's drive (as mentioned earlier) sucked, though. Snow plows hadn't hit Highway 100 when I left, and therefore traffic crawled. Luckily, I had left very early and thus ended up at work early.
I've probably mentioned it already somewhere in the world of the Ostrich, but when it snows around here, people that have been living here their whole lives suddenly become complete toolsheds. This affects people in various ways. First, there's the overcautious type. ONE snowflake on the road and Mr. Overcautious decides that going above 10 miles per hour is a very bad idea. Ugh. Then, when the weather actually gets to the point where driving is dangerous (case in point, this morning) you have Mr. Moron, who weaves in and out of stop-and-go traffic going 70 mph over the ice, thinking that his F-150 makes him invincible. Ugh. Sometimes people deserve to get in a car accident, and sadly it never happens to the people that deserve it.
I watched the movie Wanted last night, and it was exactly the type of movie that I wanted to see. Lots of action, very little of which was actually plausible, veiled beneath a rather weak plot about an age-old guild of assassins. I enjoyed it thoroughly. I also watched the first half of Pineapple Express with my wife. It was ok, but we turned it off because she got tired. There were some hilarious parts, but the "oh, he's high on weed" joke lost its luster rather quickly. Stoner movies just get kind of boring. So do stoners.
I have one final left to take this semester. It's coming my way on Thursday, in Workers' Compensation. I don't expect it to be so bad -- many of the themes of the class tie in with a bunch of other stuff I've taken, and a lot of it just makes sense. The rest is fairly simple math of the third-grade variety. That's about my speed. Shouldn't be bad.
Stupid @#$% snow.
I hate snow. It’s the freaking last day of March. I have no idea why this always happens around here. It was a beautiful weekend with temperatures near 50. My grass was greenish, and my yard was free of snow. Now, KERSPLAT: Dumped on.
Two years ago, something very similar to this happened. That time, school was cancelled. It turned out to be awesome, because I had a 25-page paper due that night that I hadn’t written to the best of my ability. The snow allowed me to make some very necessary revisions. I’ve got a similar situation this evening: A test in Income Tax. Although tonight’s test is far less stressful than the paper from days of yore, it would still be nice to not take the test until Wednesday. Still, this year, I’m so sick of snow that I could puke. I’d rather take a test.
With my luck, we’ll get snow dumped on us and class won’t be cancelled anyway, so I’ll get the poopy end of that stick…twice.
This weekend was incredibly uneventful. I watched a ton of Star Wars (II, III, and IV) and did quite a bit of studying. The Fam and I went out on Saturday night to Don Pablo’s with a couple of friends. That was fun, but the service was incredibly bad. We got on a wait list and went upstairs to sit at the bar. Yep, we had the baby with us, and were sitting at the bar. It’s never too early to learn how to drink. Anyway, while we were up there, they scribbled our name off the list, because they were a bunch of freaking idiots. Kerry eventually went downstairs and threw down. It was precious.
Gwen stayed up really late that night, which was stressful and cute all rolled into one. She was wild and crazy, chasing after the doggies at our friends’ house while the rest of us played Wii. She had a TV remote that she was carrying around, and she would try to make the Wii work with it. What a cutie. She was up until way past her bedtime, though. You’d think that that would have inspired her to sleep in late…she slept until 7:30. That’s pretty good for her, I guess -- still not great. She was sleeping in my arms by 9:30, though. She hasn’t done that in a long time. The funny thing is that that was the second time that she’s fallen asleep while watching Star Wars Episode III with me. No daughter of mine, I say!
My parents are currently in Paris, which would make me burn with jealousy even if the weather there were cold. Adding insult to injury, all of the pictures they’ve sent include flowers, sunshine, and green grass. My jealousy is heightened. However, one of the emails that my Dad sent me included this nugget of hilarity:
“This evening we walked down by the Seine and had a beer and dinner at a sidewalk cafe. The attached picture was taken just before a bird pooped on my head. Your mother enjoyed that more than [the Louvre]. I am getting the full Paris experience.”
Good times. Hee hee.
Two years ago, something very similar to this happened. That time, school was cancelled. It turned out to be awesome, because I had a 25-page paper due that night that I hadn’t written to the best of my ability. The snow allowed me to make some very necessary revisions. I’ve got a similar situation this evening: A test in Income Tax. Although tonight’s test is far less stressful than the paper from days of yore, it would still be nice to not take the test until Wednesday. Still, this year, I’m so sick of snow that I could puke. I’d rather take a test.
With my luck, we’ll get snow dumped on us and class won’t be cancelled anyway, so I’ll get the poopy end of that stick…twice.
This weekend was incredibly uneventful. I watched a ton of Star Wars (II, III, and IV) and did quite a bit of studying. The Fam and I went out on Saturday night to Don Pablo’s with a couple of friends. That was fun, but the service was incredibly bad. We got on a wait list and went upstairs to sit at the bar. Yep, we had the baby with us, and were sitting at the bar. It’s never too early to learn how to drink. Anyway, while we were up there, they scribbled our name off the list, because they were a bunch of freaking idiots. Kerry eventually went downstairs and threw down. It was precious.
Gwen stayed up really late that night, which was stressful and cute all rolled into one. She was wild and crazy, chasing after the doggies at our friends’ house while the rest of us played Wii. She had a TV remote that she was carrying around, and she would try to make the Wii work with it. What a cutie. She was up until way past her bedtime, though. You’d think that that would have inspired her to sleep in late…she slept until 7:30. That’s pretty good for her, I guess -- still not great. She was sleeping in my arms by 9:30, though. She hasn’t done that in a long time. The funny thing is that that was the second time that she’s fallen asleep while watching Star Wars Episode III with me. No daughter of mine, I say!
My parents are currently in Paris, which would make me burn with jealousy even if the weather there were cold. Adding insult to injury, all of the pictures they’ve sent include flowers, sunshine, and green grass. My jealousy is heightened. However, one of the emails that my Dad sent me included this nugget of hilarity:
“This evening we walked down by the Seine and had a beer and dinner at a sidewalk cafe. The attached picture was taken just before a bird pooped on my head. Your mother enjoyed that more than [the Louvre]. I am getting the full Paris experience.”
Good times. Hee hee.
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