I read Jezebel.com all the time. I went on tonight just to see what’s going on and I saw my former roommate had a post up. I love seeing how people I’ve known in the past have evolved. I’m really excited for her.
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I’ve been reading the game of thrones series and last night I got to the end of book 5. something major. I really hope that the result isn’t what I think, but unfortunately, I think the next book isn’t due out for years
i am very lucky to have the family i do. i went to the er more in that year than any other time in my life (combined). Bob, my mom & dad were there the whole time.
in 2011 i got accepted to my “dream job” and so did Bob. we start on them full swing in 2012.
I feel trapped. I would love to just leave and go for a long walk with my dog but I can’t because someone is coming in at 5:30.
I need to change something in my life. I am used to having things constantly evolve. I feel stagnant.
In the past 5 months, I have gotten very ill, bitten by a dog and unable to write due to said bite, I have had emergency gall bladder removal surgery, and I have become a “Whole Foods” shopper.
2011 has been the worst year of my life. Dear god, I hope things change soon… for the better.
Sew far I have made two doggie outfits, one (horrible looking) hoodie, a doggie bed, curtains, and three skirts. Out of all of those items, the doggie bed/pillow is the best.
I picked the cash/money fleece because it was tacky and cheap. As a novice sewer, I wanted to make sure that the fabric I used was inexpensive.
Husb is really proud of the hoodie I made him. I promised that I would make something much better looking the next time around. The reason it looks so crappy is that I realized half way through that I made a really big mistake. Instead of starting over or quitting outright, I decided to continue.
He loves it because it’s the first majorly complicated thing that I have ever done.
A new fabric store opened in town and I now have a part time job! I know… I’m a lawyer and I am very happy with my full time job, but I just really enjoy sewing and working at a fabric store is going to help me get to learn about fabrics and sewing while earning me some cash and a significant employee discount at the same time.
I explained to someone that sewing is like a drug. I’m addicted to it. I have decided to become a dealer of sorts to sustain my own little habit.
I started sewing a few weeks ago and it come really naturally to me. My mom used to be a tailor and so did my grandfather. I’ve made a skirt, a scarf, two dog coats with reflective tapes, and now I am working on making the warmest and most absurd hoodie for husb’s birthday. It’s royal purple on the inside and it’ll be lined with a fleece print. The print is of money. It has gold coins and dollar bills on it. Good lord, it’s so gawdy. Initially the hood was supposed to be lined with red faux fur, but it turns out that I’m allergic to it and had to throw it out.
I also got a concept 2 rower (erg). I’ve felt pretty freaking awful about my body for well over a year now and I was able to convince husb to sell his elliptical machine which we don’t really use so that I could get my erg. I love it. When I get off of the erg, I feel so light but so strong. I used to be a rower in college and I was so good at it. I’m really happy that I know have one at my house.
I’m sewing and rowing and getting my self esteem back.
Also, I decided to follow my friends’ advice: instead of running with a firearm, my evil dog and a can of mace will do just fine.
My dog has been kicked out of day care because she tried to harm another dog. My pup used to go to my parents house every weekday so she could play with her little cousin. My pup has tried to attack the little one on three different occasions. I don’t think she meant to do harm to little one, but just to get little one to stop bothering her. This last time was the last straw. My parents have kicked Piggie (my pup) out for good. Piggie can come to visit Emma (the little one) while there are people around, but the two are not allowed to spend time alone.
This is a minor wrench in my life. Typically, I would walk Piggie over to Emma’s house in the morning, and then walk Piggie back in the evening. Now that Piggie can’t go to Emma’s, I have to find ways to get all of that energy out of Piggie. Currently I’ve taken to walking Piggie 4 times a day: the morning, lunch time, a trip to Emma’s in the evening, and a long 3 mile walk at night.
The night walks are typically pretty late, and I’ve started to be kinda scared during them. A few weeks ago, a little old lady was mugged while she was walking her dog at night. The Ham doesn’t have any populated, well lit areas that we could walk at night so it’s pretty desolate.
My dog is vicious, mean and paranoid. She thinks that everyone is out to get us and tries to attack anyone who looks our way. This should bring me great comfort on our walk, but it really doesn’t. I am afraid that someone will try to mug us, Piggie will attack, and then the mugger will hurt/kill my dog. It’s gotten to the point where I am seriously considering walking with a firearm.
According to multiple sources, there are a lot of drug addicts in this neighborhood. There is a reason to be concerned. I could go for walks earlier in the day, but come November, night fall is going to hit at 4:30.
Husb and I had a wedding to go this weekend in NH. I just can’t go to a person’s second wedding (after they had a divorce from another person) and believe a word the preacher says. I appreciate a first wedding. The first time you vow to be with someone for ever is really meaningful. If you change your mind a few years down the road, I take your second vow a lot less seriously. (Unlike me and Husb. We got married to each other twice. The first time, we eloped in secret, the second time happened a year later and occurred in a beautiful church in front of our friends and family. We told everyone there that we had actually been civilly married for a year.)
Anyway, I hope this couple lives happily together for the rest of their lives. Although I am a divorce lawyer, I really feel horrible for people going through a divorce. It’s painful and lengthy. If people only knew how difficult a divorce is, I think they would really reconsider going into a marriage with any doubts in their mind.
After the wedding, Husb and I went the a gun range. I’m really great at the range, and so is he. In the past, Ive used a .22 revolver and I loved it. It never jammed, and it was so simple to use. This time, I tried a .9 Rugger and a .9 Walther. I initially wanted a shotgun, but they only had the 3 inch ammo, which I’m not fully prepared for yet.
I hated both firearms. Do not ever purchase a Rugger or a Walther. The Rugger jams. A lot. It’s obnoxious to pull the trigger and have nothing happen. The Wather didn’t jam as much, but the muzzle flipped with every shot.
Next time, I am trying a Glock 40. It has great reviews from the other people at the range.
I will never hunt animals. Every time I hear of any animal getting hurt by humans, I hate mankind. (See my post on the BP disaster.) However, if you come into my house uninvited and try to harm me, or my family (including my pets), you will meet my firearm. I will not aim to kill, but to injure.
Speaking of houses, I’m moving! I am going to a new apartment that is absolutely beautiful. It’s walking distance from work and I move in in August.
Yesterday was a really crappy day. My car, my beautiful car, was sideswiped by a truck last night. Thank god the person left me a note and hopefully their insurance will cover the damage done to the body of the car.
Also, it’s raining in my office. Rain is coming in from a hole in the roof. I’ve had this issue for about two months already and nothing’s been done. Last night there was so much water that it started to seep through the floor. Right below my office is a church. The church complained that water was dripping into its space and someone FINALLY came in to check.
My office is beautiful and I don’t want to leave it, but I can’t stand the rain. 
This links to the funniest thing I have read on the internet in weeks.
I love the Jezebel website.
