Why do Registrar's Offices suck? At least the one at my law school sucks. In a perfect world with a perfect Registrar's Office (or at least a decent one) I would be signed up for the only two classes that actually mattered to me this upcoming semester. Instead, I'm stuck with Practice Management and Underwater Basketweaving Law (ok, not really).
I e-mailed the Dean as I was instructed to do and informed her that I was returning to the land of the living. The land where a daily routine does not involve guessing the mustard color of baby poo (grey poupon, dijon, honey or regular?) or evading air borne chunky milk spit up. Where people have actual conversations about world events and not "Oooo. Can you say 'oooooo.' How about 'gaaaaah.' Gaaaaah, ooooo, gaaaaah." Where people actually get DRESSED in REAL denim (goodbye fleece kitty pajamas- wait, do I even own jeans? I totally forgot). In other words, my leave of absence is over!
But while they assigned me a registration time and date. The geniuses at the Registrar's Office forgot to remove the block from my account. Of course the two classes I really wanted only had 3 or 4 available spots by the time it was my turn to register. So as soon as possible, I signed on, checked those classes and hit submit. It took me 10 mintues to realize my block was still on. It took another 15 to get ahold of the Registrar's Office and get them to clear my account. By the time everything was figured out- all the spots were GONE!
The worst part is that my law school nemesis got into one of those classes. And she didn't even want to take it in the first place. She only decided to take it because I told h er how much I was looking forward to it. Then she did some research and figured out the Prof is super easy. She just wants an easy "A" but I actually WANTED TO LEARN. Go figure.
Oh well, I'm just happy to be signed up for classes again. I know this sounds messed up, but I LOVE law school. Even the parts of law school that make me want to shrivel up and die (like outlines and exams and Socratic Torture), well, I LOVE to hate them. NERD ALERT: I'm so excited to be joining the ranks as a 3L! These are the classes that (in addition to Jacob) will be running my next couple months:
UCC Sales and Secured Transactions (Yum! I HEART contract law)
Payment Law (ick! otherwise known as designated web browsing time)
Constitutional Law of Terrorism (YAY- with former U.S. Attorney!)
Corporate Governance (not sure???)
Applied Law and Practice Management (might be ok???)
Administrative Law (ick)
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
The Best Idea Ever.
A drive in grocery store! Imagine it.
You have a little one sleeping in the backseat. You are in danger of missing the latest episode of The Office. But you have nothing to eat in your house- you desperately need groceries (and a bag of Reese's Pieces).
What do you do? Call the grocery store and place an order. By the time you get to the store, your order is waiting for you at the drive in check out window. Then two hot burly men with abs of steel load your groceries into your car. Hey, is Hot Burly Man #2 for sale as well? How about for rent? My subaru has a huge trunk/hatchback...
Anyway, problem solved! I didn't have to get out my car, wake up my baby, or miss The Office.
Why am I the first person to think of this? Nowadays, stores will deliver for an extra $10. But if I'm already running errands, why not bypass that fee?
Sometimes I wonder how so much genious could exist in one person.
You have a little one sleeping in the backseat. You are in danger of missing the latest episode of The Office. But you have nothing to eat in your house- you desperately need groceries (and a bag of Reese's Pieces).
What do you do? Call the grocery store and place an order. By the time you get to the store, your order is waiting for you at the drive in check out window. Then two hot burly men with abs of steel load your groceries into your car. Hey, is Hot Burly Man #2 for sale as well? How about for rent? My subaru has a huge trunk/hatchback...
Anyway, problem solved! I didn't have to get out my car, wake up my baby, or miss The Office.
Why am I the first person to think of this? Nowadays, stores will deliver for an extra $10. But if I'm already running errands, why not bypass that fee?
Sometimes I wonder how so much genious could exist in one person.
Monday, November 17, 2008
A Positive Outlook And My Son The Pig
A quick, positive Mom update: she's staying at a specialized hospital for the entire week so that doctors can keep on eye on her and diagnose her properly. They are all confident that her condition is fixable. She continues to act a little loopy but for the first time I feel good. I feel like there is hope and an end in sight. The hardest part now is just leaving her alone in her small room an entire city away.
Now for the Jacob news. I've been keeping a bottle and formula in my diaper bag for emergency situations (in case other people watch him and they run out of frozen breast milk). Today at the hospital I decided to give it a try. I have been really nervous lately about him not taking to formula. Next semester I go back to school and I think it would be A LOT easier if I didn't have to pump and store/carry milk around with me at school (although I originally thought I would do this). And I hate to say this but I'm getting a little tired of being Jacob's only source of food (unless I actually think ahead and store some milk in the freezer). It can be a lot of stress and worry being the only one who can feed him as I have to plan my day around his feedings. Basically, I'm on demand every three hours. While there are some parts of nursing I enjoy, I'm looking forward to putting it behind me as a blissful memory.
Today I offered Jacob 4 oz of just formua and he GULPED it down! Phew, looks like I have nothing to worry about next semester. He is seriously one indiscriminate kid about what goes in his mouth. In fact, don't get too close or you will find two vacuum-like baby lips wrapped around your hair, finger, shirt, or even your neck. I even catch him sucking on his own shirt when it gets bunched up in front of his face. He is a man with a plan. And that plan is to gorge himself on anything within chubby baby arm's reach.
Now for the Jacob news. I've been keeping a bottle and formula in my diaper bag for emergency situations (in case other people watch him and they run out of frozen breast milk). Today at the hospital I decided to give it a try. I have been really nervous lately about him not taking to formula. Next semester I go back to school and I think it would be A LOT easier if I didn't have to pump and store/carry milk around with me at school (although I originally thought I would do this). And I hate to say this but I'm getting a little tired of being Jacob's only source of food (unless I actually think ahead and store some milk in the freezer). It can be a lot of stress and worry being the only one who can feed him as I have to plan my day around his feedings. Basically, I'm on demand every three hours. While there are some parts of nursing I enjoy, I'm looking forward to putting it behind me as a blissful memory.
Today I offered Jacob 4 oz of just formua and he GULPED it down! Phew, looks like I have nothing to worry about next semester. He is seriously one indiscriminate kid about what goes in his mouth. In fact, don't get too close or you will find two vacuum-like baby lips wrapped around your hair, finger, shirt, or even your neck. I even catch him sucking on his own shirt when it gets bunched up in front of his face. He is a man with a plan. And that plan is to gorge himself on anything within chubby baby arm's reach.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
When All You Can Do Is Cry
I've been doing a lot of that lately. In the past two weeks, my Mom has made 5-6 trips to the ER. It's hard to keep track anymore.
Everyday it seems like there is something new and different going on with her. Her doctors cannot figure out what is it. She was initially diagnosed with depression, anxiety and disassociation. But she has not been responding to any medication. And her behavior keeps changing. The doctors are now afraid she might hurt herself.
Last week she went for a walk and then laid down on the side of the road. She said she was just tired but the people who found her said she was not very conscious/not responding. This week she froze up and it looked like she stopped breathing. My dad had to perform CPR on her via instructions from a 911 respondant over the phone. My ten year old brother (yes, we are 14 years apart) stood outside her bedroom traumatized.
Today she was in the ER again pacing her small room and repeating the words "no, no, no. yes, yes, yes. no, yes, no." She kept trying to leave her room (every 30 seconds she would get out of bed and try to walk out the door) and asking for her keys. She was talking nonsense about "infinity." She was troubled that something important was happening at 3 or 4 o'clock but she couldn't remember what it was. She kept saying, "What's that word? I forgot that word. Something to do with infinity. I need to remember. I have to remember or else I will go to hell."
In order to keep her mind occupied and to get her to stop trying to leave the room I convinced her to sing some songs with me. She continued long after I had stopped. The sight of her made me tear up. She was sitting on the edge of her hospital bed, swinging her legs back and forth like a child repeating the song over and over with intense concentration as if she were trying to shut out the thought or sound of something terrifying.
I tried to control my tears as I witnessed my mother, who was once the most cheerful, strongest and religiously faithful woman I knew sit there like a child. She seemed far away, lost, and tormented. But everytime I had my silent crying under control, I would remember how she used to read books to me as a kid before bedtime. Or how she would help us make gingerbread houses at Christmas time. How she devoted an entire year to homeschool me when I refused to attend the local middleschool. How happy she was on the day of our wedding. How her eyes lit up when I told her she would be a grandma.
And now, I don't even recognize her. All I can do is sit by her side, wrap my arms around her, and tell her it will be ok when, deep down, I don't even know as much.
Everyday it seems like there is something new and different going on with her. Her doctors cannot figure out what is it. She was initially diagnosed with depression, anxiety and disassociation. But she has not been responding to any medication. And her behavior keeps changing. The doctors are now afraid she might hurt herself.
Last week she went for a walk and then laid down on the side of the road. She said she was just tired but the people who found her said she was not very conscious/not responding. This week she froze up and it looked like she stopped breathing. My dad had to perform CPR on her via instructions from a 911 respondant over the phone. My ten year old brother (yes, we are 14 years apart) stood outside her bedroom traumatized.
Today she was in the ER again pacing her small room and repeating the words "no, no, no. yes, yes, yes. no, yes, no." She kept trying to leave her room (every 30 seconds she would get out of bed and try to walk out the door) and asking for her keys. She was talking nonsense about "infinity." She was troubled that something important was happening at 3 or 4 o'clock but she couldn't remember what it was. She kept saying, "What's that word? I forgot that word. Something to do with infinity. I need to remember. I have to remember or else I will go to hell."
In order to keep her mind occupied and to get her to stop trying to leave the room I convinced her to sing some songs with me. She continued long after I had stopped. The sight of her made me tear up. She was sitting on the edge of her hospital bed, swinging her legs back and forth like a child repeating the song over and over with intense concentration as if she were trying to shut out the thought or sound of something terrifying.
I tried to control my tears as I witnessed my mother, who was once the most cheerful, strongest and religiously faithful woman I knew sit there like a child. She seemed far away, lost, and tormented. But everytime I had my silent crying under control, I would remember how she used to read books to me as a kid before bedtime. Or how she would help us make gingerbread houses at Christmas time. How she devoted an entire year to homeschool me when I refused to attend the local middleschool. How happy she was on the day of our wedding. How her eyes lit up when I told her she would be a grandma.
And now, I don't even recognize her. All I can do is sit by her side, wrap my arms around her, and tell her it will be ok when, deep down, I don't even know as much.
Hello Remember Me? I Used To Be The Quiet Whale Sitting In The Corner Office
Jacob and I went on an outing to downtown Seattle. While we were there we stopped by the firm I interned for this summer. I felt weird going there at first. I had only worked there for three months. Was it too presumptious to assume that they would WANT me to stop by?
But the second I walked in I felt at ease. The receptionist stopped us at the door (with my big honking jogging stroller blocking all front entrances- it's like the huge, lifted, pick up truck of strollers). Before I knew it, a crowd of old co-workers had huddled around us. I tried to make my rounds down the hallway but in thirty whole minutes I probably travelled a total of five feet.
Walking into the building, getting on the elevator and stepping into the office was a major deja-vu. I almost felt like I had arrived for another day of work. Walking down the hallway with Jacob, I had to stop myself from automatically waltzing into my old office- it was occupied with someone else's suff.
I loved being back! I talked with the associates and caught myself up on all the cases I had worked on. I even got a copy of the 36 page motion to dismiss (about 20 pages of which I had written) for one of the big cases. The associate had actually used a majority of my work word for word!
The only two partners in the office that day were people I had barely taked to. Since I left one of them had a baby of him own. This time we chatted away about all things baby. Look at me, a partner is asking me baby advice!
It was so much fun seeing all their friendly and familiar faces again. I have always been a shy person and when I worked at the office this sumer I was no different. For some reason, I have always had a hard time treating "real adults" as my peers. I always feel like the teenager in a room full of a grown ups and that makes me more reserved and respectful (as opposed to chatty and easily befriending). But for some reason, since having Jacob, I feel like I have been initiated into the "real adult" world. I feel that I have more clout and that I am "one of them" now. I felt more comfortable chatting with the associates as if I was almost a peer rather than an underling (although I still have one more year of school before I'm a lawyer).
Oh and Jacob charmed the pants off everyone, of course!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Revisiting Body Image
The last five pounds still won't go away. I'm starting to think they are my five permanent new friends. I run (sometimes). I eat less (less broccoli anyway). I carry around a 13 pound baby for hours at a time. These five pounds are chronic! (I understand that some people never lose the last few pounds until they stop nursing...so I guess I may have to wait it out a couple more months).
I can't decide if I don't mind the change in my body shape- to hell with it, right?- or if I want to strive to regain my old body.
I go through high points and low points regarding my body image. For the last couple months of summer I was huge. I had forgotten what a waistline was. Then I dropped 30 pounds in 30 weeks. After that, it was hard to be judgmental about a lousy five pounds. Even though I was above my pre-pregnancy weight and way above my "ideal" weight- I thought I looked great! Amazing even. Now, sometimes I just get ecstatic to see a waistline. But the other times I look in the mirror and feel so disgusted. My feelings regarding my body image are constantling yo-yoing between ultra high pre-pregnancy and very relaxed pregnancy standards.
In other news, Jacob and I have settled into a familiar daily routine. He usually goes to bed around 8 oclock- give or take half an hour and he'll sleep for about six hours in his bassinet straight before waking up to eat. When he wakes up I bring him into bed with me, feed him and let him fall asleep in my arms. He usually wakes up twice more before being ready to face the world- between 6:30 and 7:30 am.
During the day Jacob will usually only nap twice- each time usually not longer than 45 minutes. Oh and he will ONLY sleep in your arms. The second you put him down, you're lucky if he stays asleep for five more minutes. It's like he has magic sleeping sensors or something. Believe me, I've tried EVERYTHING!! It baffles me that this is only the case during the day.
I can't decide if I don't mind the change in my body shape- to hell with it, right?- or if I want to strive to regain my old body.
I go through high points and low points regarding my body image. For the last couple months of summer I was huge. I had forgotten what a waistline was. Then I dropped 30 pounds in 30 weeks. After that, it was hard to be judgmental about a lousy five pounds. Even though I was above my pre-pregnancy weight and way above my "ideal" weight- I thought I looked great! Amazing even. Now, sometimes I just get ecstatic to see a waistline. But the other times I look in the mirror and feel so disgusted. My feelings regarding my body image are constantling yo-yoing between ultra high pre-pregnancy and very relaxed pregnancy standards.
In other news, Jacob and I have settled into a familiar daily routine. He usually goes to bed around 8 oclock- give or take half an hour and he'll sleep for about six hours in his bassinet straight before waking up to eat. When he wakes up I bring him into bed with me, feed him and let him fall asleep in my arms. He usually wakes up twice more before being ready to face the world- between 6:30 and 7:30 am.
During the day Jacob will usually only nap twice- each time usually not longer than 45 minutes. Oh and he will ONLY sleep in your arms. The second you put him down, you're lucky if he stays asleep for five more minutes. It's like he has magic sleeping sensors or something. Believe me, I've tried EVERYTHING!! It baffles me that this is only the case during the day.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Japanese Rash Peanut Butter
You can seriously find ANYTHING on google. Or you can at least try. Sometimes you get exactly what you are searching for. Other times, you get my blog.
Here is what some of my readers WANTED TO FIND:
"Melted Barbie head" - (reminds me of what I used to do to Barbies)
"Japanese rash peanut butter" - (I don't want to know)
"Baby with two bodies" - (can you simple change his body when your baby gets poopy?)
"Hummingbird sex" - (how DO they have sex when they fly around so fast!)
"Obama is a hottie" - (Yes, he is!)
"Guys smell like shit" - (Unless you are my husband, then you smell like half a bottle of cologne that resembles floor cleaner...wait...IS IT floor cleaner?)
"Eggbeater sex toy" - (why hadn't I thought of that?)
"Driving naked sucks" - (if you get pulled over it does- TRUST ME)
"Law school eats your brains" - (and your wallet)
These search terms are so exciting, I feel bad that all they got was me. I should make t-shirts that say, "I googled 'Eggbeater sex toy' and all I got was Cee's blog."
Here is what some of my readers WANTED TO FIND:
"Melted Barbie head" - (reminds me of what I used to do to Barbies)
"Japanese rash peanut butter" - (I don't want to know)
"Baby with two bodies" - (can you simple change his body when your baby gets poopy?)
"Hummingbird sex" - (how DO they have sex when they fly around so fast!)
"Obama is a hottie" - (Yes, he is!)
"Guys smell like shit" - (Unless you are my husband, then you smell like half a bottle of cologne that resembles floor cleaner...wait...IS IT floor cleaner?)
"Eggbeater sex toy" - (why hadn't I thought of that?)
"Driving naked sucks" - (if you get pulled over it does- TRUST ME)
"Law school eats your brains" - (and your wallet)
These search terms are so exciting, I feel bad that all they got was me. I should make t-shirts that say, "I googled 'Eggbeater sex toy' and all I got was Cee's blog."
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