tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87259922012-01-20T12:24:02.177-05:00more than you want to know about a law school graduate/bar examinee who is also raising two children and doing her best at being a partner to her love.Zuskanoreply@blogger.comBlogger10541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-9362236249059582512007-11-13T19:35:00.000-05:002007-11-13T19:37:08.552-05:00

I found out last week (or was it the week before?) that I passed the bar exam. It was a relief, and a joy. I'm not sworn in yet, but I can taste it!

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Looks like I've pretty much switched over. Law school's over, the bar exam is over - I'm no longer a student, and ready to move on.See ya at the new place.

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Please e-mail me at "zuska[zero]4 at gee mail dot com" if you would like the address to my new blog. I've been working on getting it ready for the public, and it's almost there. I'll probably straddle the 2 for a little while, with some cross-posting and tweaking.Complete change over will be taking place within the next couple of weeks.This blog will remain available to the public (subject to

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-1145745406524170392007-08-13T16:57:00.000-04:002007-08-13T17:16:09.318-04:00

Approximately 6 weeks ago, our insurance company denied J's orthodontic work. She needs braces to move a tooth out of the way, because it blocking another tooth, which is, apparently, rotting in her gums right this very minute. Because it should have come down EIGHTEEN MONTHS ago, but did not, due to the other, blocking tooth. Because the braces are medically necessary, the orthodontist felt

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-21314053008104876372007-08-13T16:45:00.000-04:002007-08-13T17:18:05.035-04:00

I do not understand it. When the girls were at X's house, he and I talked a total of one time about how the girls were doing. During that conversation, he made the comment, "They don't read very much ..." to which I balked.In this house, they are reading fiends. Sometimes, a book a day. They are both well above their reading level, and are constantly asking for new books. It really helps

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-74779671280580154682007-08-12T22:27:00.001-04:002007-08-12T22:36:36.760-04:00

I am not really a romantic person, as the term is generally understood. If Beloved wrote me poems, I would be uncomfortable and squirmy, and it would be too intense for me. I would run away or giggle and generally react badly. I don't think diamonds are a good gift idea. I don't feel that I need flowers, or cutesy notes around the house.However. When we returned from Europe, and I spent a

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-30083924385909668252007-08-12T21:55:00.000-04:002007-08-12T22:27:04.240-04:00

Does anyone remember my pre-bar-exam, pre-Europe whining about my damned feet? That I'd fallen down some stairs (clutz) back in 2002 or 2003 or something, and hurt myself to the point that I can no longer wear cool shoes?I ended up buying the new sandals that I was considering, and they were great for my feet the whole time in Europe. There was one day where we walked so much that at the end of

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-17276464168976945222007-08-12T21:36:00.000-04:002007-08-12T21:48:57.759-04:00

How surreal.When the girls left, I was struggling to get work done in between spending time with them. I sent them off to the town pool on their own for Open Swim many days just so I could get more study time in. Now, they're home, and I've got nothin'. Not a thing. (Which meant today that I could swim, too!)Last year, and the year before, and the year before, I started school on or about

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-14573144993495763852007-08-12T09:01:00.000-04:002007-08-12T21:35:51.868-04:00

We picked the girls up yesterday at around 5 p.m. It is great to see them - they look healthy and beautiful.They had a good summer, and so were a little sad to be away from X, but also ready to be home. Makes for a tough transition day. More of a tough transition night. It's when bedtime rolls around that their unsettledness comes out. J ends up afraid that the world is going to get struck

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-10993028513342938642007-08-10T22:05:00.000-04:002007-08-10T22:19:43.951-04:00

I did not really come home with new stuff. I got a cool bag, which is my new gym bag. But I bought it because I needed a carry on to carry the stuff I bought for others.This is fine. I am starting work in a little while, and I need a LOT of stuff, and I'm going to get a LOT of stuff. Expensive stuff. Suits. Watches (perhaps singular, but doubtful), jewelry, manicures, etc.But Beloved ....

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-2303662150516911712007-08-10T17:17:00.000-04:002007-08-10T18:35:49.560-04:00

This is all of the negativity from the entire trip - wrapped into two days of travel. I promise, this was not a negative trip. We had a blast. Except for the following two days: July 28/29th (departure) and August 9th (homecoming).Not all of the unhappy things that happened on Iceland Air were Iceland Air's fault. Only about 90% of the things.We left our house at 6 p.m. on Saturday, July

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-46977508190946017572007-08-10T17:06:00.000-04:002007-08-10T18:40:28.393-04:00

I think we're only up to 4.On Wednesday, while Beloved was in the shower, I rifled through his bags to find our trip itinerary. I wanted to know what time we were leaving and clearly could not wait the 2.3 minutes until he emerged from the shower (mmm, yummy ... Beloved fresh from shower).I saw the time: 3:10.Good, I thought. We have a good chunk of the day to play in Amsterdam, still. We had

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-28855044198061025732007-08-10T16:46:00.000-04:002007-08-10T17:01:27.795-04:00

1.a final, uncompromising demand or set of terms issued by a party to a dispute, the rejection of which may lead to a severance of relations or to the use of force. 2.a final proposal or statement of conditions.Yeah, I'm not really sure the people who came up with the title (whether it be for the book or the movie) really understood what the word meant. No demands were made. There was, in

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-86045590309173117882007-08-10T07:31:00.001-04:002007-08-10T07:57:05.362-04:00

We took a train from Paris to Amsterdam.I liked the train. It was over 4 hours, but felt like 2 (unlike the stupid nasty wretched awful Iceland Air flight). We had packed some food to eat, and enjoyed nibbling on cheeses and meats and little wafer cookies with milk chocolate sexy zodiac figures stamped onto them. I spent the time looking through Amsterdam travel guides (I didn't have time

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-61679668004459880942007-08-10T07:12:00.000-04:002007-08-10T18:55:08.980-04:00

Next time we go to Europe (hopefully very soon), I will first consult my new list --Non-stop flights ONLY. Since we're on the east coast, we can make this happen. As I will likely detail in a later post, we missed our connection on the way to Paris. It was no fault of ours, and honestly, it shouldn't have happened, but it resulted in a good bit of inconvenience (and new countries traveled to),

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-67993760451316627192007-08-10T07:01:00.000-04:002007-08-10T07:12:16.535-04:00

We woke up in Amsterdam yesterday at 8 a.m. I hadn't slept so well for 2 nights, because our hotel was on a busy street, and while the sound as fine for the first few nights, a head cold descended upon me this past Monday, and it made me sleep less soundly, and the noise became bothersome.We then got on the plane at 2 p.m., landing in Iceland (fucking Iceland) at 3:10 their time, getting back on

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-2556877938486310482007-08-10T06:56:00.000-04:002007-08-10T07:01:24.425-04:00

I remembered during our (long, horrible, nasty, wretched airline) flight yesterday that I have every intention to do something different about this blogging business now that law school is over.I don't know what to do. I know I won't blog about work. I think that I still have a lot of blogging left in me.I think, mostly b/c of work, and also just because everybody googles everybody, I won't be

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-76578657066492238612007-08-09T19:47:00.001-04:002007-08-09T19:50:00.833-04:00

We're home! We have a ton of pictures, and had a FANTASTIC time. I'm very fortunate, because my husband is a great travel buddy.Now we have to deal with getting airplane grime off of ourselves, figuring out why the a/c won't turn on, and then going out to forage for food.Good times,[Girls are home in less than 48 hours! Holy Crap! Where did the summer go???]

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and by their inability to do so, they are FORCING me to also hold on for one minute more. My site meter shows that in the past few days, several people have hit my blog looking for something to do with Massachusetts, commercial paper and secured transactions:A funny thing about the MA bar exam. I'm sure this is the case in other states: BarBri gave us the "frequency chart" of essay topics,

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-85123740586195142412007-07-27T23:49:00.001-04:002007-07-27T23:51:37.201-04:00

I finished! I finished!Somehow, I also managed to get my hair cut, do the laundry, get a manicure, get some Euros, and pack. There were a few other things I intended to do, but instead, I read. (Like, make the girls' room be the girls' room again, instead of my office.)I would say - "anyone who wants to talk about it can e-mail me" but I can't. I'm going to Europe now.

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I have butterflies in my stomach again.Have I mentioned? I'm going to Europe tomorrow? I mean, tomorrow?I packed my new bag (it's a backpack) last week during a "break" from studying, mostly to be sure I could fit all my stuff while deciding which bag to return. I haven't taken everything out since, and I'm pretty sure that it doesn't contain everything I need. Also, I don't think it's very

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-4013549332408470332007-07-26T18:20:00.000-04:002007-07-26T18:50:41.108-04:00

Today felt infinitely better than yesterday. The afternoon today felt infinitely better than this morning.Tonight feels infinitely better than 2 nights ago, and infinitely x10 better than 2 nights ago. Hell, than 2 months ago!!I was lucky today. I was tested on things I had studied. There were things I didn't know, so I had to flub (WHY, after all these months, do I not know with confidence

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-13175490368753047922007-07-25T18:55:00.000-04:002007-07-25T18:58:14.810-04:00

It's just this last time, then never again (she says with crossed fingers), but I'm so tired, and so ... tired. I don't want to go over my state's distinctions, and I don't want to look at Wills and Trusts and Corporations and Secured Transactions and Agency and Partnership and Professional Responsibility [is that everything?] OH! and Federal Jurisdiction ... I just want to go to bed. But alas,

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and it always back to this: I miss my girls. :(

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I mentioned the other day that I've taken to reading magazines at the gym. I have not indulged in pop culture immersion in a very. long. time. Maybe in 1996 when E was a baby, and for a couple of months, while she was suckin' on my boobies, I watched Oprah and Rosie every day. That was before Rosie came out, I am fairly certain. Even that didn't stick. I've occasionally picked up a People

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-32821855700413468062007-07-24T07:53:00.000-04:002007-07-24T08:02:12.697-04:00

I slept well last night, since I'm not a Tuesday person (best of luck everyone!). I woke earlier today than I've been, so that waking even earlier tomorrow will not be a problem for me. I knew pretty quickly, "shit, the bar exam is tomorrow" and then I thought, "wow. what if today was Wednesday, and I forgot to set my alarm, or overslept or something?" and I got butterflies. Now, 30 minutes

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-51268926268830817332007-07-23T11:13:00.001-04:002007-07-23T12:09:57.528-04:00

I have no idea why, but I am so teary-eyed today. Every little thing is choking me up. I went to the gym, and read Oprah's magazine.* On the back page, she had a little ditty about her dog, Gracie, and how she died. She choked on a ball. She was two. Whatever. It's a dog. But then Oprah says that the next day, she went out to the spot where she always called the dog from, and started to

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-84485256912395899792007-07-22T18:10:00.000-04:002007-07-22T18:19:20.078-04:00

Last week, or maybe the week before, Beloved and I realized we'd done nothing about taking care of our cats during our trip. Our 12 day trip. I said: "Kennel them." Reasons? I don't have time to clean the house, everybody we know who we could ask or pay is gone the same week we are (the greater Boston area is ridiculous with how much people just FLEE in the summer!), and I have no time to

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I just did 100 mixed Q's from BarBri, and man, was that tedious. I started to worry that I'm going to bomb the MBE b/c I will end up throwing my pencil across the room saying, "stop! i can't do any more of this! it's boring!" Of course, the adrenaline will kick in on Weds. a.m., and no such thing will happen. People are heading to their test destinations, and shutting their computers down until

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-61600240038768251182007-07-21T18:24:00.001-04:002007-07-21T19:48:53.246-04:00

I have been thwarted. 100% thwarted!E went to a bday party in May where they did a Yankee Swap in lieu of traditional bday presents. Each kid brought a gift, including the bday girl, and then they played the game, and everyone came home with something.E came home with a certificate ... she was going to receive a copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows upon publication.She figured her

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I had a super-successful productive day yesterday. I got through everything I wanted to, and thensome. I was working right up until midnight. I read through the February 2007 essay questions (all 10, which I found on the internet during the whole lawsuit media flurry, and liked having all 10 questions together to give myself a sense of the package deal) and felt okay - I didn't think I would

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-22611346837212217392007-07-20T17:50:00.001-04:002007-07-20T18:03:14.739-04:00

My kids are in a play. Right now. They have been in a drama camp in the Middle of the Country, and today is the performance. There are two of them (performances) today. They are in a scene together, and have a duet, and a dance, and everything.I have never ever ever missed one of their performances. And in two short years, there have been MANY. 3 per year per kid. Maybe 4. I have to say,

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-32948235772316401622007-07-20T14:08:00.000-04:002007-07-20T14:21:25.372-04:00

Yesterday was crappy. I didn't get as much done as I wanted to,* I argued with Beloved,** and I just had trouble focusing.Today, however, I have had a better day with the working and the learning and the studying. The sad part is, I skipped going to the gym in order to feel this way. That does make me sad. I've lost a good bit of weight, but I'd like to lose some more, in order to be the

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-64366457173461014482007-07-19T22:14:00.000-04:002007-07-19T22:19:34.512-04:00

Last weekend, I was at the gym, and a news show was on one of the TVs. In this news show, some pundit (Democrat, I'm sure) was complaining at the Iraq government is going on vacation for the entire month of August. They're adjourning. Apparently, Bush's response was, "well, it's really hot there in August, sometimes 118 degrees." [Oops, I found it in print, it's actually 130 degrees. See the

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-64369135918485720242007-07-19T18:03:00.001-04:002007-07-19T18:04:30.519-04:00

Do not ever, I mean EVER, change your mind. In other words: Do not EVER erase one little bubble just to fill in another one "on second thought."

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i had a great night's sleep last night, and am on my way out to the gym for an installment of endorphins. spoke with the girls last night - i think they're doing well. they have not gone to see HP 5 yet, so i'll keep crossing my fingers that they don't make j go.they are going to an HP book party on friday (jealous, jealous, jealous), and E is dressing as luna lovegood, and J is going as draco

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-29495267071195338482007-07-18T20:06:00.000-04:002007-07-18T20:17:01.464-04:00

Another long day of PMBR, but it's over now. which i guess is good. i'm working on essays, and trying to self-grade them. I just bombed one of them .... but i did okay on 4 of them. okay enough to think, "I can pass the essay part" --Let it be known - i'm skipping all commercial paper essays! For now. It's on my list for tomorrow.I shall puzzle through it, and I shall be ready to attempt to

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-80604630104394186082007-07-18T00:23:00.000-04:002007-07-18T00:41:34.861-04:00

realized out loud to Beloved while climbing into bed ... a week from tonight, i won't be sleeping, i'll be freaking out. because it will be the night before the exam.i can't form words. i'm trying to say things, but the words are jumbled. i was trying to say "proceed" and "persist" sort of at once, thinking they were the same word. i think beloved was worried about me.now it's 12:25, and i

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-2381936110599384192007-07-17T18:10:00.000-04:002007-07-17T18:20:55.377-04:00

I am upset with X. I know, everyone's jaws are dropping to the floor.This is the issue: J hates scary shows and movies. J makes this clear. J has spent many a phone call to me CRYING b/c either X, his wife, his step-father or his mother has ignored the fact that she hates scary shows and movies, and insisted on watching House, or CSI, or inappropriate movies with her. CSI and House have been

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-78652486870519738732007-07-17T18:05:00.000-04:002007-07-17T18:10:05.757-04:00

In the past few days, there has been some news coming through my bloglines peoples. The news makes me realize that - really - the bar exam is small potatoes.As small and potato-ey as it is, though, it's tuckering me out.PMBR Day 2 was tiring. Likely not as tiring as yesterday was, but tiring nonetheless. Tonight, I must review Wills, I must do 6 essays, and I must do probably (according to

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-46879008199470517682007-07-16T19:19:00.000-04:002007-07-16T19:44:22.883-04:00

Oh, my lovely computer came home today. It has a new keyboard. The keys are lovely and textured, and the letters have all their ink on them again. Or still ... since it's new.Today was the practice MBE a la PMBR. These are the things I heard today (and read just now looking for more confidence-boosting):PMBR is very, very hard. The hardest practice test out there.The national average of

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-2109458874108552242007-07-14T20:05:00.000-04:002007-07-14T20:24:35.016-04:00

I am pretty boring and useless.Beloved and I woke early-ish today and walked together to our respective gyms. I had a good work out. Then I came home. I looked through an LLBean catalog.Then I started going through my (state) Civil Procedure outline, and putting it onto note cards. There were a few sections I had to pull out the book to puzzle through, but otherwise, it was straight

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-32455216513248372332007-07-13T13:20:00.000-04:002007-07-13T13:22:45.670-04:00

I have gone through more pens during this bar exam nonsense than I ever have before in my LIFE. I start with a pen, and I use the pen a lot - to take notes in class, to write note cards, to make notes while doing questions ... and they die. It used to be that I spent so little time writing, I'd use a pen here, use a pen there, but they lasted a really long time, until I lost them. Now, I kill

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-9700210071176135962007-07-12T14:27:00.000-04:002007-07-12T14:42:30.329-04:00

I did a bunch of Con Law questions this a.m. Then I went through the answers. Then I went through the MA distinctions for essay-purposes. In between, I did 6 loads of laundry (no, I think it was 8), and all of that was AFTER I went to the gym.now I'm eating tuna salad, and wondering from where, exactly, I'm supposed to muster the energy to do another 4 hours of work today? I also feel so LOST

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-33767596544269167172007-07-11T12:56:00.000-04:002007-07-11T13:00:09.069-04:00

Really, when the answer options are "Defendant may introduce evidence to show honesty," and "Defendant may introduce evidence to show truthfulness," is that really fair? I knew it had to be one of the two - but seriously - what's the difference? I looked it up in the dictionary, and truthfulness is defined as being honest. I know, I know, it's a "term of art" or some such bullshit. I think it's

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-30765891422108457492007-07-10T14:58:00.000-04:002007-07-10T15:06:08.834-04:00

I wasn't going to keep typing up notes for my last classes. I had not typed up Professional Responsibility, Corporations or Secured Transactions/Commercial Paper. But the next 3 practice essays are on Corporations, and I decided I should do it. It looks pretty likely that Corporations will be on the damned exam, so I should do it.I'm still going to try and avoid Commercial Paper and Secured

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-60841422092594750192007-07-09T19:10:00.000-04:002007-07-09T19:54:24.449-04:00

It wasn't really out of the blue - I'd mostly forgotten, but for the fact that my mother keeps harassing me: Have you gotten your grades yet? Have you gotten your grades yet?My school doesn't send out grades (well, really, ever, but that's another topic) before the 2 month mark after exams ended. EVER. Not only that, but I sort of don't care. I did perhaps, a month ago, but today? I don't

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-63005382651362015802007-07-08T21:37:00.000-04:002007-07-08T21:46:50.354-04:00

Today I bought a new shoulder bag for the trip. I was going to bring my Timbuk2, but since my clothing choices keep heading toward skirts and less sporty attire, the Timbuk2 seems less appropriate. So I got a canvas British-looking thing, which is a bit more dressy, but not really.I continued my search for shoes, but it was fruitless. I am contemplating taking a break from studying on Friday

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-33890394557867676602007-07-08T21:30:00.000-04:002007-07-08T21:37:20.600-04:00

Despite a few short forays into the land of e-mail, IMing with my mom, and dinner with Beloved, I have worked a LOT today. I certainly needed to, and I'm glad to find this much stamina within myself.I have made note cards and otherwise sufficiently digested Property information so that I can have approx 75% accuracy on the "intermediate" questions and 100% on introductory (the volume of

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-55923106493941664062007-07-07T01:24:00.000-04:002007-07-07T01:29:31.588-04:00

The girls called tonight. They're okay (of course). X did make some improvements to their bedroom ... or rather "X is making some improvements to their bedroom." J couldn't go to bed yet, even though her voice sounded like sandpaper, b/c he was still trying to put some furniture together in their room at 10:15 this evening. But he's making an effort, and I know that they notice. This is good

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-65161012918643692112007-07-07T01:04:00.000-04:002007-07-07T01:24:08.170-04:00

I'm clearly not in bed.I felt that I should share what tomorrow consists of.Not note cards.or questions.but rather ... the gym, then shoe-shopping with Beloved, then 2 movies.I was going to buy new sandals. Remember my angst over shoes?Well, during my note card extravaganza before class tonight, I remembered that I had Dansko sandals. They were perfect for my Berkeley, CA sole-practitioner

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-76640819306236508632007-07-07T00:26:00.000-04:002007-07-07T01:02:19.297-04:00

Beloved was going to re-arrange the furniture for me.But when one comes home from the airport at 7:30 a.m. and falls so dead asleep that she does not hear the sound made when cats knock over all of the contents of the windowsill ... and one stays in said state until 12:30 p.m. (i.e., after noon), one is not tired very early.But one's husband did not have the luxury to sleep and sleep and sleep,

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-29530150350671743512007-07-06T13:20:00.000-04:002007-07-06T13:28:10.346-04:00

I just downloaded a new skin for my updated Firefox - I'm not sure I like it. It's green. I think it will likely match my blog layout, but I don't tend to spend much time reading my own blog, and it doesn't match much else.The girls are gone. They got on the plane this a.m. J was very emotional and tearful last night, and was more "depressed" (not in the clinical sense, in the quiet and

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-31100725231756509792007-07-05T14:52:00.000-04:002007-07-05T15:17:28.043-04:00

The girls have been anxious to receive the news as to what class they'd be in next year, and who would be in their classes. J has been in a class with her BFF since the year we arrived (1st grade for her), and it's a little uncanny that they've stayed together this whole time. But!! Success again! They are on their way into their 4th year running in class together.This time, they have the *

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-33522682425478563912007-07-05T14:47:00.000-04:002007-07-05T14:52:46.952-04:00

Once again, my weather-boyfriend has done me wrong. I wish that I could break it off, but I just can't. Despite the abuse he doles out semi-regularly, he's there for me every single morning. Sometimes he may screw up, and the results are disastrous, but often, much more often than not, I am wearing appropriate clothing.We got wet. On the 4th, by the river, before the fireworks. Wetness came

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-14072359835371885882007-07-04T12:55:00.000-04:002007-07-04T12:58:53.210-04:00

E. Spat is blogging again! I was so excited last night when I saw her new post on bloglines. E. Spat was the first law school blog I found. I don't even remember how - I think I was clicking "next blog," honestly. What a happy discovery that was, and the gateway into this whole law-school-law-blogging world. It is sobering, though, to read about what brought E.Spat back to blog-land - she was

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-90235816299814359552007-07-04T12:33:00.000-04:002007-07-04T12:50:04.835-04:00

Beloved is down on Boston's Esplanade saving us our spot. He has a sun-shade tent, books and snacks. We're home, in our jammies, in the air conditioning. E is re-reading Harry Potter 6 (just as ravenously as I did on Sunday), I am blogging and looking around at clothing and shoe options for Europe, and J is sketching at the table. We will leave around 2 or so. We're looking forward to picnic

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-86046152357928305532007-07-04T11:36:00.000-04:002007-07-04T12:31:47.227-04:00

I am spending my revived internet connection on checking into what to wear in Paris and Amsterdam. I had been a little nervous, b/c I read that Paris was a dressy city, and that Amsterdam is not. So I thought, "crap, I'll have to pack two wardrobes" -- but now I think I'm okay.I do worry about my feet.In November of 2002, I stumbled down the steps of the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. I

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-40655110458814426872007-07-03T18:22:00.000-04:002007-07-03T18:24:38.240-04:00

Woo hoo!! But now my cell phone won't ring :(

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-85691319133722342672007-07-03T15:27:00.000-04:002007-07-03T15:35:53.595-04:00

Last night was frustrating. We had planned on going bowling in the afternoon - the whole fam damily - but Beloved called to confirm their hours and costs, and it turns out that they didn't open until 5:30. No problem - I went to the library and got some work done, Beloved planned an early dinner, the girls hung around at home reading and making sculptures out of frosting and graham crackers (I

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-9800129000542223222007-07-02T13:00:00.000-04:002007-07-02T13:03:30.494-04:00

Yeah, our modem broke. We had spotty internet service last week, and when I called, I was informed of a system-wide outage for our area (we have DSL), so when it went down this weekend, I assumed the same. But no. our modem had shorted out. After wasting 2 hours on the phone with an absolutely inept tech guy (who had to keep putting me on hold to go ask someone what to do next), I was

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-6304848600034477942007-06-29T20:45:00.000-04:002007-06-29T20:50:11.677-04:00

yesterday was a fun day.1) Beloved made our reservations in both Paris and Amsterdam. I am very happy and I am very excited. I am also stunned that it's really so soon. We leave on 7/28. That wouldn't seem so soon (or maybe it would) if betwen now and then weren't this blur of time called the Bar Exam, which will FLY by, and keep me 100% occupied. It will be this looming thing in the future

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-11434820327919507102007-06-29T20:24:00.000-04:002007-06-29T20:43:06.363-04:00

My family had to endure the story of the weird legal description question on today's MBE, and how my attempts at drawing the described piece of land resulted in a star-like pattern, and how my friend and I started laughing about it (I think we kept it silent, but due to my ear plugs' messing with my perception of sound, I'm not 100% sure ... I may have snorted) during the test. It's all I have to

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-75981615118649412542007-06-29T19:55:00.000-04:002007-06-29T20:22:09.234-04:00

I packed my bag this a.m., including pencils, BarBri i.d. (which was never checked ... of course), cashews, money. Everything I needed.I walked down the sidewalk, listening to Crim now, since I haven't really reviewed it in a while. I turned right, up the path. I saw a train go by, and thought "oh, that's okay, I have plenty of time." Then I thought about my Scan Tron form, and how I know I

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-4510227683437031482007-06-28T22:18:00.000-04:002007-06-28T22:32:46.641-04:00

Today was the mock essay test. It was so laid back, and people were just wandering in and out, and I only did 3 out of the 5 essays (I outlined the 4th, and totally skipped the 5th, b/c I hadn't even LOOKED at the material for a small subject). Because of the laid back nature of this stuff, I'm having a really hard time giving two shits about tomorrow. Which means I'll come home tomorrow

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-75707569534899614422007-06-27T21:56:00.000-04:002007-06-27T22:04:48.329-04:00

One of the worst parts of the days prior to the girls' departure: Tears.Tonight it's J. She said bye to her BFF tonight, because BFF leaves for their summer house, and they don't return until J's in the middle of the country, and then before J returns, BFF and her family take off for Europe and Israel. They don't return until J is on her way to CT for my brother's baby shower/party/celebration

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-87737079200375695782007-06-27T21:33:00.001-04:002007-06-27T21:55:40.952-04:00

E and J went to the town pool today. They're really getting their exercise in this summer: swimming every day, and on days that aren't as hot as today was - biking through our park and to other parks. It's been great for them. I'm very happy with their activity levels. Today, they went to the pool, and found that it was free, because it was over 90 degrees, and because it's the "start of

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-9554311841753673662007-06-27T21:10:00.000-04:002007-06-27T21:26:50.929-04:00

I whined a lot tonight, b/c it was 97,000 degrees outside, and I was strong-armed into going to a concert in a park. It started at 7, but my favorite weather website was still saying it was 92 degrees. It didn't feel so bad outside, though. And I hung out with friends, watched my kids enjoy new people, and oh yeah, there was music in the background :) I could have been home, struggling with

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-87638237387243826752007-06-27T07:42:00.000-04:002007-06-28T20:07:58.622-04:00

Book group was fun. It's supposed to be my turn to host. The next book group is due to be either July 24th or July 27th. I said, "I can't do that." I mean - I can't do that. Can you imagine?oh, I loved the book, the characters were so well developed ... but really, can you leave my house now? Because the bar exam is tomorrow, and I should really get some sleep.I woke this a.m. and went to

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-5026462383590289342007-06-26T19:42:00.000-04:002007-06-26T19:45:39.912-04:00

Me: I am uploading every subject in the world into my iPod.J: Every subject? Do you mean like, bar review subjects?Me: Yes.J: That's horrible.Me: Why?J: What if someone wants to listen to your iPod, and all these great songs come on, and then all of a sudden, here comes this boring man saying, "a tort is a tort because it is not a contract." [in a stuffy voice].Now they're re-writing the

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-14416511658490581282007-06-26T17:55:00.001-04:002007-06-26T18:09:15.734-04:00

I said yesterday that I was having a hard time a) feeling like I was getting the right ratio of work/family, and b) getting to where I need to be in order to pass the bar. Like I said, I was getting less than 50% of the questions right.It looks like I'm slowly, slowly creeping into the sunlight of the topside of 50%. Thank God. You know what that means, don't you?I've earned the right to go to

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-59441340495629634002007-06-26T17:53:00.000-04:002007-06-26T17:54:15.285-04:00

I didn't notice at the time, but this was my 1,000th post.Geez, I talk too much.

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-4703198863021984392007-06-26T15:21:00.000-04:002007-06-26T15:31:46.501-04:00

It's hot outside. 94 is pretty damned hot. I'm inside, in air conditioning. I've been outside a couple of times. To walk to/from the train twice, and once to CVS to succumb to my chocolate craving.One of my kids is at a lake/pond today, and the other is .... somewhere else. Not sure what they decided to do on this hot hot hot hot day. I sent them both with bathing suits and sunscreen,

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-75385819897956405852007-06-25T20:13:00.001-04:002007-06-25T20:29:33.452-04:00

Law school and motherhood didn't clash very often for me. My kids were cared for full time, and I had relative flexibility in case I needed to be with them extra, or something came up. In the summers, they've gone to X's, but the schedules have varied. Last year, I had them leave pretty early, b/c I thought summer firm would be all-consuming (ha!). The year before, I was working for a judge,

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-31933143397805569862007-06-25T19:08:00.001-04:002007-06-25T20:13:19.991-04:00

Today was E's turn at the doctor. Then we got sent for x-rays at the Children's Hospital. Woe is me.They had scoliosis screenings in 5th grade this past year, and it came as no surprise that E was flagged for follow up. I was also flagged for follow up when I was her age, and I have an aunt who had a brace and surgery and still has problems from her scoliosis.Today was our appointment. The

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-74126798698866427642007-06-24T07:05:00.000-04:002007-06-24T07:28:44.704-04:00

Up at the crack of dawn again - only this time, I don't feel like going running. I went to the pool with the kiddos yesterday, and swam laps for 90 minutes. 90 minutes??!! What am I, insane? That was after running in the morning. Tomorrow, I'm going to join the gym (my free-student days are over), and will start going to the gym before BarBri, instead of running. I'm more productive at the

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-68999980476443551312007-06-23T09:02:00.000-04:002007-06-23T09:12:02.390-04:00

In order to squeeze in sufficient working time this weekend, I resolved last night to start working by 8 a.m. Since my daughters are slugs, I knew they'd be in bed or at least close to it until 10, and that I'd get in at least 2 hours of real work time before I was juggling work with caring for/being with the girls. We then plan to go to a Climate Action festival that my town is having, and

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-66763089510780115872007-06-22T16:47:00.000-04:002007-06-22T17:19:56.684-04:00

When I get angry, really angry, I get a little ball of fire in my chest, and it makes me want to lash out, physically. Never at a person. I don't want to HIT people. But once, I hit the wall with a belt. Another time, I threw a banana. SEVERAL times, I threw phones. I've broken many phones, actually.I think the last time I remember throwing a phone, I was in CA, and a single mom, and living

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-286776753590725432007-06-22T16:43:00.000-04:002007-06-22T16:47:56.130-04:00

Lyco already posted some of the best moments. I was thinking what geeks us bar-exam-studiers are, cracking up at the Torts jokes. Since this was the class that ran the longest, I was grateful for the dude's stand up routine. He had me laughing hard on many occasions (WHY on god's green earth, can I never spell this word?). I think today's hypo about the purpose (or lack thereof) behind

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-28214128348027868422007-06-21T14:10:00.001-04:002007-06-21T14:26:30.632-04:00

Today was the second day in a row that I did not get up and exercise. I'm a loser. I didn't go yesterday, b/c it was the girls' last day of school, and I wanted to simply the morning. Beloved had made french toast and bacon, and they were excited, and so ... I didn't go.Today was supposed to be my first day swimming in the a.m. instead of running. My new bathing suit arrived, perfect for laps

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-86454866882626824842007-06-20T22:41:00.000-04:002007-06-20T22:48:10.100-04:00

When 10 cent favors are cashed in for $50+;when comments are made time and time again which are difficult to translate, and chances are that it was an insult, not a compliment;when reciprocity is made to feel like inequity, or a burden;when I stop sharing conversations with my husband, b/c I know that he'll be insulted (uh, b/c it was insulting);when I hear comments relayed from the child that I

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-39593478867658701112007-06-20T20:13:00.000-04:002007-06-20T20:31:47.471-04:00

X is 6'3" tall. I am 5'7" tall. E is 20 months older than her younger sister, J. When J was born, she was 9 lbs, 12 oz (E: 7 lbs, 6 oz). The doctor told me that when he saw her crowning, he was scared to death that she had hydrocephalus, b/c her head was so damned big. Turned out, the rest of her followed suit, and other than some minor, temporary blood sugar problems, she was very healthy,

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-627299590789607272007-06-20T19:59:00.000-04:002007-06-20T20:08:20.126-04:00

I really liked the movie today. I had not seen Shrek, or Shrek 2, so all the characters were new to me, and very amusing. I loved Antonio Banderas ... and the cat was so cute when it tried it's "i'm so cute how can you say no to me?" face. Far and away, however, my favorite part was when Snow White let Led Zeppelin rip, and sent all the birdies and deer and squirrels attacking the trees.

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-28294535375767810702007-06-20T18:51:00.001-04:002007-06-20T18:59:46.188-04:00

3 days of contracts came to a close today. I liked our professor. I saw others complaining about the contract lecturer - but I'm not sure I had the same dude. My dude was relatively funny, and made the 10 hours approachable and sensible. And I liked his Texas accent.I'm not looking forward to 2 days of 4+ hours of torts ... especially now that the kidlets are out of school (and therefore

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-21843756185318090792007-06-19T19:50:00.001-04:002007-06-19T20:45:46.003-04:00

Our fire alarm went off tonight - the building-wide one. We have little smoke alarms in our apartment, but then there's a building wide one that is triggered for more serious smoke. It has been set off in the past by burned foods on stove tops down the hall, but never by us.We all left our building, and the firemen came and turned it off. It was nothing. No surprise there.When I was going

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-29521564544450888612007-06-19T19:17:00.000-04:002007-06-19T19:49:59.122-04:00

I didn't get much done over the weekend. I was busy swimming and attending soccer games and such.So yesterday, I told Beloved that I would go to the library for the entire afternoon, and that he should arrange for the kids to get home (they can walk on their own now, which is VERY nice), and that I would come home when dinner was ready, and please make dinner ready between 6:30 and 7, or

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-45272865323066483002007-06-17T16:57:00.000-04:002007-06-17T17:08:17.478-04:00

The girls and I went to the pool. Wow, was that FUN! First they goofed off in the kiddy pool, and I spent 45 minutes doing laps. That was a little harder than I remembered! But it felt GREAT. Then E came over, and was wishing she could take what we call the "deep end test" in this town, and which allows them into the deeper pools, and allows them to jump and dive. The girls swim a lot, and

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-24765038991498092662007-06-17T16:43:00.000-04:002007-06-17T16:48:15.771-04:00

I have read on blogs, and in other places, about people who leave their iPods in their back pockets of jeans and then throw their jeans into the washer. I have a 30G video iPod, and I always think "how can people DO that? How can they not know it's there?" because I picture my large iPod. This past year, I bought J a shuffle. She is too young for a shuffle, and never used it. She just isn't

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-16272609438590515012007-06-17T12:06:00.001-04:002007-06-17T12:23:58.647-04:00

The girls and I made Beloved a coffee cake for Father's Day. I used this recipe, and had checked it yesterday. I looked at what we had in the cabinets, and surmised that I had everything I needed. Yet, when it came to the eggs, I panicked, thinking "I don't think we have any!" We did. We had 3 (needed 3). Then it came time for the sour cream, and I had thought yesterday "oh, we just used

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-42101427562523513622007-06-16T10:48:00.000-04:002007-06-16T11:33:47.894-04:00

I read this story on CNN this a.m., about a little girl who was presumed to have drowned, but while the rescue teams were searching the river for her body, she stumbled out of the woods, naked and carrying raspberries. How cool is that? How cool is this kid? She took off her bathing suit, because it was muddy and itchy. How 5! Yet, she found herself some raspberries, and kept herself in good

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-55566580362577924092007-06-15T15:19:00.000-04:002007-06-15T15:28:47.913-04:00

I went on a field trip today. We took a ferry to an island in the Boston Harbor. We had a very very very fun time. I love my daughter, and I love these kids. I'm also very very very red. It's my own fault. I put sunscreen on J, and thought, "oh, I'll put some on later, I need a litle sun first" and then (of course) forgot about it "later." J and I stopped in to say hi to Beloved on our way

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-28478503638244910252007-06-13T21:36:00.001-04:002007-06-13T21:38:18.607-04:00

Our town's main/head/senior/deputy/whatever librarian e-mailed me this a.m. He was very nice, and what I think is most important from his several paragraphs was that he said that there was no way that the woman should have chased me into the bathroom. He said they've had trainings on how to handle cell phone usage as well as other disruptive behavior, and that she should have ONLY said

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-61565973269667279452007-06-13T21:26:00.000-04:002007-06-13T21:35:14.066-04:00

This post seems closely connected, in different ways, to my two recent posts, and I find that funny.This morning my alarm went off at 5:30, as usual, and I stumbled out of bed. I sort of wandered around the house for a little while, confused as to why I felt like shit. Not physically sick, but just --- foggy. Shitty. Crappy. Pooey. I looked outside, and the weather matched my mood. It was

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-33150450356076449422007-06-13T19:38:00.001-04:002007-06-13T21:36:10.927-04:00

Housewife posted about her concern that obese people may be on the way to becoming a protected class. I will overlook the fact that she clearly hasn't been steeped in Supreme Court decisions for the past 3 years, and therefore is not aware that the last thing that's about to come about in this great nation is the formation of another "protected class," and skip straight to my opinion(s) on

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-40650071049593392562007-06-13T15:28:00.000-04:002007-06-13T15:43:14.143-04:00

My desire to be fit and to keep up with my exercise routines posed a bit of a conundrum for the mornings: I had been waking E at 6:30, and Beloved had been getting up at 7 and waking up J (I usually hopped back into bed once I got E into the shower, and dozed until Beloved's alarm went off). The bar class and the end of the law-school routine meant that if I wanted to go running in the a.m.,

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-29963779556410577102007-06-12T18:03:00.000-04:002007-06-12T19:01:38.080-04:00

I wrote my first essay today. It's due tomorrow. I'm actually okay with it, and didn't think it went too badly.I am mad at my town library. I have been studying there lately, b/c I don't have a study-worthy home. It's small, and kids live in it. I have no office or dedicated space of any kind. Therefore, if I want to get work done, I need to get OUT of my house. The town library also

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-88584220731266274892007-06-12T07:57:00.000-04:002007-06-12T08:08:44.371-04:00

I don't bring my computer to bar class, which is definitely a good thing. In the afternoons, I only ocassionally need/use the computer, and find myself doing little other than keeping up with e-mail.Also ... I don't have anything to say. "I studied for the bar exam today" gets a little boring. I'm not keeping up with much news; I'm not talking much with friends; I'm not thinking much about

Zuskanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-66739015532423592212007-06-10T22:11:00.000-04:002007-06-10T22:20:40.117-04:00

This weekend, my mom was in town for J's play. She also was helping me a bit with some of the household duties that I've lagged behind on for, oh, say, 6 months? Or at least that's how long it feels.She cleaned the girls' room and the bathroom.Before she got here, I ran around straightening the living room and the kitchen and some of the other parts of the house. One thing I did was to put

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J had a play this weekend. My mom came into town to see it, and Beloved and I went twice. E was going to come last night and miss today (due to the final softball game of the year), but then she ended up going to see Pirates 3 with friends last night, and so she left 1/2 way through her softball game today. After school on Friday, E was picked up by a friend and went straight to a birthday

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On Friday evening, some things sort of exploded on me. In retrospect, they weren't big things, but at the time, they felt like that proverbial straw, and I thought for certain that I was going to crumble into shards of spine and such on the sidewalk between my house and the soccer field. I was having these odd fantasies of me either crumbling into a giant puddle of tears, or igniting into a

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