Tuesday, December 30, 2008

The String Game!

For anyone out there reading with kids, I have a FABULOUS New Years Eve thing for you.

First, you get a giant roll of string for each kid. Then you get some cool but trivial prize (for me, as a child, it was a box of those butter cookies... you know, the kind you can stick a pinkie finger in the middle of and eat the edges off).

Next, wind the string all over the house. I mean everywhere. Under furniture, through things, etc. Make it ridiculously difficult. (Oh, you can keep it confined to a room as well... my sister limits her kids to the basement)

Hide the prize and attach the string to it.

Give the kids the string, and make them roll it up (no pulling, bunching, or otherwise cheating - you have to rewind the string).

I swear, this kept me diverted for hours on New Years. My sister has repeatedly done this to her basement with her four kids, leaving the adults free to party for hours upstairs, while the kids engage in this form of string twister and climb all over each other.

Once, I even had to bring a muffin of apology to my niece Prada because Vor and I had made her line of string so difficult.

I can't wait to do this to my hypothetical kids.

Social Butterfly...Or Not.

I took three nasty exams.

I came home to Christmas whirlwind and chaos.

I celebrated a huge chunk of my Christmas away from everything familiar, everything that I had always done.

We went to Virginia to see some of my family.

We enjoyed the company of an 8, 5, and 2 year old. Chaos in itself.

We flew home.

Now, we have company coming to spend a few days.

I may have mentioned before that I tend to get over-socialized. It results in crankiness, silence, and other forms of bad behavior. This whole scenario is a complete set up for this to occur.

Anyone else like this? How do I avoid the inevitable bitch-out?

Oh, Frodo

I don't care how many times I watch Lord of the Rings, I still love it every time.

I put up the Christmas tree to a James Bond marathon, and now I am taking it down to The Fellowship of the Ring.

I always loved the books when I was younger. Generally, I will always prefer the book to the movie... but not so here. It is such a close call.

Oh, and Viggo Mortensen? Fabulous.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

The View From Virginia

It's a balmy 78 degrees here.

We sat outside on the porch, eating brie, drinking wine, and having dessert.

Do you think I can do this every December 28th?

It's been a lively (actually, I meant to write lovely, but lively fits as well) visit with my brother and sister in law. Kids = adorable. Brother and SIL = fabulous. Parents = hilarious.

More later.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Dear Nameless Relative

Dear Nameless Relative,

Vor and I would like to thank you for the thoughtful wedding gift.

I especially would like to thank you for the fact that it was a ridiculous $145 crystal ice bucket from Tiffany's. An ice bucket that was too small to hold a bottle of wine. An ice bucket that was, quite frankly, ugly.

I am writing to thank you for all these qualities of the ice bucket, because it was those qualities that drove Vor to suggest returning it to Tiffany's, resulting in the Tiffany blue bag with a white ribbon sitting under my Christmas tree.

So, Nameless Relative, thank you so much for my piece of Tiffany jewelry--my Christmas present.

Love, Grace

Have Cookies, Will Ship

I have accomplished four kinds of cookies this break:

The Andies Mint Cookies (I like to call them cookie crack)
The Flourless Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies (great for the gluten allergies)
The German Pinwheels (old family recipe, and the only one without chocolate)
The Espresso Chocolate Chip Cookies (delicious with tea)

And that, my dears, is why I have not been writing to you.

I have been consumed by cookies.

(not consuming the cookies)


I know. I promised to come write more.

I lied.

Vor reminds me that he is a loyal reader, and that he desires more.

Thursday, December 18, 2008


I fled the city my law school is located in like it was my job. I'm now back home, happy in Indianapolis, where everything looks like it has been covered with pottery glaze (or better yet, that glaze bakeries put over fruit desserts, yum).

Exams: Accomplished.

Law School: 1 Semester left. Yikes.

Goal for rest of today: Groceries. And these cookies.

I'm sure I'll have something more creative for you tomorrow, when my brain is not so fried by a three hour exam, then two hours of legal paper work for clients, then a two hour drive home.


Sunday, December 14, 2008

Thank You, Already!

I am a horrible person. Scratch that. Vor and I are horrible people. Why? Because it is December. We got married in August. And we are just now sending out thank you cards.

Now, let me defend myself. Vor took the bar barely two weeks before we got married. The dog died. So, those gifts that came in before the wedding? Thank you notes didn't get sent out for those. My bad.

We came back from the wedding. We got back to our home at about five in the evening, and I was up at five the next morning, going to class, doing the commuting thing. Vor started his brand new job. He got slammed with work, I tried to adjust to commuting, school, and working.

And, holy cow, it's December. When did that happen?

I got a VERY snarky Christmas Card from a relative, reminding me in a very passive aggressive way to have a merry Christmas while I wrote her thank you card. Would it be easier if she included a stick on return address label?

Why, yes, thank you.

What's really sad is that her gift actually arrived the day Jekyll the dog died. I cried for a very long time.

Thank you's are coming, people. Keep your pants on.

Just Call Me a Plank Jumper

Good grief, I am so glad that is over.

Now, international law.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Gee, Mr. Pirate, This Plank is Awfully Short

Everyday I have been inching closer to doom, also known as my secured transactions exam.

It's now looming over me, insisting that I begin at 9:00 am tomorrow.

Kind of like pirate sticking you in the back with a knife to get you to jump into the sharks swirling in the water below.

But, no pressure. Really. I'm sure it will be fine.


Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Just Because I Wasn't Worried

It's my family law exam, right? No worries. I already work in that field, I have it covered.

What I didn't have covered was the sudden migraine 30 minutes into the exam.

I got home, crawled into bed, and slept for almost 12 hours. Poof! No more migraine.

Now, about that exam... yikes.

Monday, December 8, 2008

And the Procrastination Prize Goes To...

I am about to watch The Empire Strikes Back with Vor.

Am I studying for Family Law? Secured Transactions? Not right now. Later.

For now, I am going to relax to the music of John Williams and a screen play only George Lucas could write (said with love, admiration, and sarcasm).

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Who Let The Cookie Monster In The House?

Vor came home with pretty cookies from one of the best bakeries in town. See:

But how long do you think they stayed cute? Not long.

Not long at all. Delicious.

(note the uneaten Santa's surprised and terrified look)

Brief Rant

You know, I'm just really freaking sorry that I can't please everyone at once.

Take a number, get in line, and stop complaining.

While you're waiting in line, please remind yourself that you are not all important.

All done. Feel better now.

Too Bad It's Only A Wish

If I had a wish that I could use for anything, no matter how impossible, I know exactly what I would use it for. (Of course, there is the standard world peace, but I'm taking that for granted and moving on)

I would wish, just for a few hours, to have my paternal grandparents back, so that Vor and I could have tea with my grandma and papa.

Caveat--I love my maternal grandparents too. But I never met my mom's dad; he died just after my mom got married. I remember my mom's mom very vividly, but she died when I was about 7ish. My paternal grandparents were a huge part of my life growing up, and I am just as sure that if they had been around, my maternal grandparents would have been too.

My grandmother could direct a mean cup of tea--before her arthritis got really bad, she made the mean cup of tea. It was always perfect. She was sharp, politically aware, and way too into college football. She could carry on a conversation about anything. She taught me how to sew, and how to make applesauce. She bribed me with ice cream to take naps when I was younger. I learned how to play cards, how to play checkers, and how to make cool crafts.

My papa could make toast like no other. It was always sourdough bread, browned to perfection, with real butter slathered on top. He would put the plates on top of the toaster oven, so that the plate was nice and warm when he handed you the toast. He made tea for my grandma when she couldn't anymore, and he taught me how to mow a yard. He set up a fort for me in the garage attic, and would play with me ceaselessly in the basement. He also let me use up cans of his shaving cream, while I made "pies." He was a pattern maker during the war, and had actually turned down a chance to play with the NY Yankees for that job. He made puzzles for us, wooden Christmas decorations, and the manager for my nativity set. I like to think he and Vor would have had much to talk about.

I lost my grandmother a few days after I turned 16, and my grandfather a few days after I finished my freshman year of college.

I took ivy this past summer from their garden--the people who live there now were gracious enough to let me do that--and used it in my wedding bouquet.

Of all the things I could wish for, I just want a good, solid, tea time with them, so they could meet my husband.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Avert Your Eyes! Cover Your Ears!

Vor is going to roll his eyes when he reads this. Just stop now, love. Go get a cup of tea, and pretend you never saw this entry.

I was thinking about babies yesterdays, for long complicated reasons, none of which has ANYTHING to do with me wanting one right now. Velvet (my semi-roommate) and I were talking about surrogacy, and she noted that she had actually wanted to offer herself as a surrogate, but that the baby would have been due right around the bar exam.

For future reference, I have a question: how the hell am I supposed to litigate and be pregnant?

I mean, my sister's morning sickness was actually all day sickness. I can't just say to the judge, "Your Honor, would you please be so kind as to pass me that garbage can behind your comfy chair? The morning sickness, you know..."

Though come to think of it, there are a few judges that I will be practicing in front of who would not only cheerfully hand me the garbage pail, but would also make sure the court reporter turned off the recoding so the sounds of sickness weren't on the court record.

I can't arrange my schedule around morning sickness. I can't arrange my morning sickness around my schedule. Having worked at this place for two years now, I can safely tell you that I will be in court almost every day. There were times this past summer when I didn't see my cubicle for a week at a time.

People at work would be totally cool with it. I mean, we have this great comfy room with soft couches, and it's dark...the two attorneys I work with have totally been known to take a nap from time to time.

Just can't shake that image of my morning sickness someday being recorded for public record.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Pie Goddess

I had a dream that one day I would create a pie as pretty and as tasty as my mothers.

Oh baby. I did it.

I came up with a few super secret tips of my own to make it work, easy as, well... pie.

They are so super secret, in fact, that if you comment, I will most certainly give you the trick.

Okay fine, I can't keep a secret. But I can make you comment.

Did I mention that it was really tasty? Because it was. It's also gone.

Oh, I also made a pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving:

I don't really like pumpkin pie, but this was pretty darn good. It just took adding in quite a few things to make it so.

Oh pie. How I love you.