Thursday, August 27, 2009

I feel like I should smell like patchouli. Or maybe have some dreadlocks

I am not the crunchy-granola type. At. All. But for whatever reason, I seem to be sliding further and further down the slippery slope to hippie-dom.

First, it was the homemade baby food. That I enjoyed making.

Then, it was the decision (made in consult with the pediatrician, of course) to do an alternative vaccination schedule.

Now, I'm considering cloth diapering. Like seriously considering it. I'm ready to take the plunge, just as soon as I figure out what kind of diapers would work for me. And what supplies I need to do it (I definitely think that a shiny new high-efficiency washer and dryer should be part of those supplies). I suppose I should probably discuss the whole thing with B, too, and possibly with the babysitter.

I'm feeling compelled to make this change, though, and I think I might start ordering some diapers soon. I figure if I get all-in-one diapers and possibly some flushable liners (to make poo disposal a bit more user-friendly), it won't be all that different from using disposables, and I might be able to convince B that it's a good idea.

This is going to have to be the end of my hippie-sliding, however. I don't think I can adopt any more of those particular characteristics without my husband noticing. I'm not so sure he would be excited if he realized how crunchy I'm becoming.

So if you catch me wearing Birkenstocks and tie dye, kick me in the shins. My marriage will thank you.

Look what we're getting!

Yup. That's a house. And it's going to be all ours in a month or so. Yay!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Maybe I should rethink this...

I am 10,000,000% sure that I do NOT want any more children. One is way more than enough, thankyouverymuch. B, however, seems to think we're having at least one more. He's convinced I'm going to change my mind. (I won't).

It seems like the universe is telling me I should rethink my stance, though.

The other night, I had a dream that I caught B sleeping with another woman. He told me he was trying to get her pregnant, since I wouldn't give him any more kids.

Maybe my subconscious knows something I don't.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Popular for a day

The ladies over at Aiming Low chose a post that I - I - wrote to publish as part of their Three Day Weekend. So make me feel special, and head over to check it out. Please?

Three Day Weekend

P.S. Longtime readers will likely recognize the story in my post. But I thought it was good enough to rewrite and share. And, really, it's Aiming Low embodied.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Cinnamon roll heaven

Last weekend, W and I ventured up north to visit a friend of mine. As she was nice enough to let me bring my drooling, pooping, walking little terror into her clean, child-free home that is full of expensive, non-baby-proofed things, I thought I needed to take a gift of food with me. A little "sorry in advance for all the destruction my child is sure to do" gift, if you will.

So I made cinnamon rolls. And not just any cinnamon rolls, but Pioneer Woman cinnamon rolls. And they were AWESOME. Like make-me-famous-at-work awesome. They were so good that my hates-everything-dessert husband ate most of the pan I left at home. They were pretty easy, too. I'm generally a bit leery of yeast breads, but this was no biggie.

I don't feel like doing all the work that would be required of me to reproduce the recipe here, so I'll just link to it and give you my notes.

The link: Pioneer Woman's Cinnamon Rolls (printable pdf).

The notes:
  • I halved the recipe, and still ended up with four pans of 6-7 rolls each. I could have probably made them a bit smaller and gotten 8 rolls per pan.
  • I put less than half the salt in because half a tablespoon seemed like waaaaaaay too much to me (I almost never put more than a dash of salt in anything I bake). I put in slightly less than a teaspoon. The dough tasted awfully salty. But you can't taste the saltiness in the finished product.
  • I melted the full two cups of butter, and used it on the rolls and the pans. And I think I could have put more butter on the dough. The more butter, the better, right?
  • Use as much cinnamon as the original blog post shows ("generous sprinkling" connotes much less than that to me).
  • I didn't measure how much sugar I sprinkled on the dough, but it was probably more than 1/4 cup for each half of the dough. I just put a ton on.
  • Make a full batch of frosting, even if you only make a half batch of rolls. More frosting = more tasty.
  • I guessed that "1 bag" of powdered sugar meant 1 1-pound bag. I think I ended up using a little more than a pound to make it thick enough.
  • I used vanilla instead of maple flavoring in the frosting because the bottle of maple flavoring was $4.50, and I refused to spend that for 2 teaspoons. It was still super tasty.
  • Make sure your frosting is thick. Not spreadable thick, but close.
  • Be prepared for adoration from family and friends.

I think that's all I have. Enjoy!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Holy fug...we have a toddler

Last week, W started taking some tentative steps. Last Sunday, he took five or six at a time. By Thursday, he was walking decent distances, and was doing it constantly. Now, I think it's safe to say that we officially have a toddler.

Holy. Crap.

Seriously, the kid's only been crawling for, what? A month? Six weeks? No more than that. I also figured we would have at least a couple of weeks between those five or six step jaunts and actual walking.

I'm not ready for this. Nine months, two weeks, and five days is WAY too young to be walking.

Yikes.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Called to the principal's office

My boss is a pretty laid back guy when it comes to personnel issues – keep your nose clean and put out good work, and you’ll be absolutely fine. If he has a case he wants to talk to me about, he usually says something jovially, and it’s usually along the lines of “come on back!” So you’ll understand that I was heart-racingly nervous today when he very seriously asked me to “step in to the office for a minute” after a hearing. It was the kind of phrase and intonation that makes your stomach drop and your mouth go dry.

Luckily, I didn’t have much time to work myself into a panic. Still, in the brief moments between being summonsed and plopping myself on my favorite “talk to the boss” chair, I managed to frantically think back to everything I had done in the past few weeks, trying to figure out what transgression I had committed that was going to get me fired. I couldn’t come up with anything. I also had time to envision the stack of bills sitting at home that won’t pay themselves – particularly if I end up fired and at home with a laid off B – and the inevitable eviction, lawsuits, bankruptcy, and moving in with my mother that would follow. I was even trying to figure out how to beg for my job in the least pathetic way possible.

I was feeling a little melodramatic today. Lay off me.

Once I had myself thoroughly worked up and sweating like a whore in church, the boss commenced with the lecture. On citation formats.

Yup. Citation formatting. That was it.

Boss man is a citation Nazi bit of a stickler for proper citation format, and I was given a talk on this same subject very soon after I started. You see, my lovely state has its own citation formatting rules that are neither Bluebook nor ALWD, and it has some interesting quirks. We initially learned ALWD in law school, then were later taught Bluebook, but never state-specific rules. My former bosses didn’t care about citation format, so I did some ALWD/Bluebook/approximation-of-state-rules hybrid thingy that both bosses approved of, and generally fit with the local citation customs. Which was not correct. And I was told that early on.

So, I got myself a state manual, studied it, learned it, and applied it. And it’s worked for me for the past seven or so months. Or so I thought. But I guess I missed the memo on string citations (two or more case cites in a row, for those who have no reason to know that that means). I’ve been doing them one way forever. Boss does them another way, and doesn’t think my way is correct.*

In an effort to improve myself and my work performance (you know, so I don’t end up having to move in my with my mom), I went back to my office and pulled out the citation manual to find the rule on string cites. There isn’t one. I googled it. Nothing. I sent an e-mail out to my lawyer friends and fellow staff attorneys. So far, no one knows which is technically correct and/or which way is the preferred method.

I guess that means I’m going to have to start doing things the boss’s way. I like him and I like my job, so if it keeps him happy with my work, I’ll do it. Even though I don’t think it’s the right way, and I find it obnoxious and against all grammatical rules of the English language.

But that’s beside the point.

Do you think I would get in trouble if this Courtoon ended up stapled in the middle of my next assignment?

* He did tell me that my work is excellent otherwise; I just need to give my footnotes an extra look before turning my work in. The “excellent” part made my day. I love being praised by my bosses (who doesn’t?), especially when they aren’t the exuberant, uber-praise-y type.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

A question for the lawyers

When you do a string of citations, which example more closely matches the way you format it? Example 1 (semicolon after each case source, "and" between each case citation) or example 2 (comma after each case source, semicolon between each case citation)?

  1. Grava v. Parkman Twp. Bd. of Zoning Appeals, 73 Ohio St.3d 379, 381; 1995-Ohio-331; 653 N.E.2d 226; and Rettig Ent., Inc. v. Koehler, 68 Ohio St.3d 274, 279; 1994-Ohio-127; 626 N.E.2d 99.

  2. Grava v. Parkman Twp. Bd. of Zoning Appeals, 73 Ohio St.3d 379, 381, 1995-Ohio-331, 653 N.E.2d 226; Rettig Ent., Inc. v. Koehler, 68 Ohio St.3d 274, 279, 1994-Ohio-127, 626 N.E.2d 99.

I miss my law school friends

I had a great group of friends in law school. We spent (pretty much) the whole school day together, ate lunch together, studied together, partied together, celebrated major life events together, and took (and passed!) the bar together. Over my law school career, B was the only person I spent more time with.

After we graduated, we spread out to separate corners of the state, and we don't see each other much any more. It makes me sad. I still consider them my brain trust, and I e-mail them any time I need an outside opinion about a legal issue.

Today was one of those days. My questioning e-mail led to some hilarious back-and-forth banter. By the end of the day, I was really, really missing my group. I hate not seeing them often and hardly ever talking to them. We e-mail, but it's not the same.

I don't make friends very easily, and consequently don't have a whole lot of people I'm super close to. I have a great group of girlfriends now, but I feel like I'm missing that closeness with a lot of them lately (probably my fault...I've had a few issues for the past, oh, year or so). My law school group went through some of the hardest years of my life with me, and they were all there to pick me up when I was ready to quit, force me to stay when I really almost dropped out, share their outlines with me, cheer my (meager) academic successes, and just generally make law school tolerable.

K, P, and D are awesome, and I miss them. Especially tonight.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Throwing it out there

Dear Universe,

B and I could really use a good happening in our life right now. Whether it's an accepted house offer, B going back to work, or a large bag of money that magically falls from the sky and lands on our front steps, we need it. Not to be greedy, but getting all three would truly be fantastic. Regardless, we would really appreciate whatever good (and I'm talking "immediately apparent" good, none of that "blessing in disguise" crap) you could bring us. Now. Please. And thank you.

Cheers,

(a very, very cautiously optimistic) Emily

Sunday, August 2, 2009

I think I'm nesting

I don't know what came over me today, but I cleaned my house. I mean, really cleaned. Dusting, vacuuming, laundry, dishes. You name it, I did it. I even vacuumed the stairs. I think the last time I vacuumed the stairs was probably, well, when I was actually pregnant and actually nesting. I'm guessing that part of my cleaning spree was fueled by the fact that W figured out how to climb the stairs this week, so I feel the need to keep my carpets half-way edible. That sounds much dirtier than I intended it to.

I'm hoping this might be the beginning of the reemergence of my former clean and tidy self. I miss her, and wouldn't mind having her back. I love me a clean house.