Foosball

Prof Contracts played professional foosball for 3 years in the '70s? I think my brain just broke. Although if there was one professor that I would have to choose as a former professional foosball player, it would be Prof Contracts. Talk about a niche market though.

I wonder what my strange-yet-profitable skill would be?

A Bond by Another Name

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving weekend, as I did. I also hope you got more work done than I did. If you got less done, you probably weren't conscious.

I did see Casino Royale with my friends. Daniel Craig is great, but no one will ever live up to my beloved Sean Connery. It's a strange but true fact that both my mother and I fell in love with James Bond in his Connery form at the same moment - when he takes off that wetsuit to reveal a tuxedo underneath in Goldfinger. Of course, we had that same moment about 35 years apart. Sorry, Mom.

I also watched a lot of football, which is unusual for me this season. I'm understanding why I've been avoiding Texas football ever since Vince left us. That was painful. McCoy is a good kid (and I do mean 'kid'! Now I feel old!) and he'll be great soon enough. Not yet though. Watching OU and USC win their respective games just drove another nail into the coffin. On the plus side, watching them win made me vicious enough to con my friends out of their money in poker. Ace, six on suit, getting the flush AND the straight, baby! (Not a straight flush though.)

This morning I remembered where I belonged though, as Prof Torts decided to tease me about my married name, which brought up the fun of my maiden name all over again. I don't think my classmates will ever get sick of seeing me stutter and turn red and make little pained expressions over that. Oi.

Ground Cloves

Marriage law: You can rightfully distrust your husband to successfully obtain ground cloves based upon previous failures to get simple items like "English muffins", but you cannot tell him so. For some reason, he'll be offended.

Law school note: By the end of the day, you would rather just switch seats with your neighbor between Contracts and Crim Law than face the alternative - staying after class to ask the professor to please change the seating chart because you don't like having to get your lazy ass out of the chair unless you absolutely have to.

Pre-Thanksgiving annoyance: Invariably, the moment you force yourself to go to the grocery store to find those ground cloves is the moment that they've run out. Of every kind. Even the expensive stuff, that you were willing to pay $10 for. Then you go to the HEB next to the school and realize that you must do your spice shopping there and munchies shopping at the first HEB. Supply and demand, baby.

New week, new blog

Apparently, I can't go 6 months without adding a new little web obsession. Facebook, MySpace, a short-lived foray into Xanga which bored me... The list goes on. And here I am. Apparently, I'm an addictive personality. Explains a lot.

I hope that this blog will become an accurate account of my life as a Baylor law student and as a newlywed. Nick and Jessica managed to be newlyweds for 3 years. I think I can too.

This is all assuming that in 6 months I don't get distracted again. But Jon and I have been married 6 months (or nearly) and I haven't gotten distracted from that yet. So I have hope that I'm getting better.

For the moment though, I must return to my work. I was out of the Property loop until today. Side note - I have no interest in this Coyote Ugly thing. It was a dumb movie and it's a dumb group. Any derogatory comments about Baylor that are left on my blog will be promptly fed to my grumpy hedgehog, Sonic for breakfast. *insert obligatory old-school video game joke here*