Today we'll be celebrating paper clips!

Maybe it's just the places I've worked, but I have noticed a direct correlation between an office job and an increase in my cake consumption. It seems we always have some cake-worthy event to celebrate. Someone's always having a birthday, having a baby, or leaving. Of course, there are holidays as well. And all are cause for dessert!

I assume most offices are this way. That's why we all laugh so hard at poor Milton, who just wants some cake.

I am definitely not complaining about this phenomenon. But I'm going to have to find some time to exercise before I become wider than my desk chair.

Back in the Saddle Again

Aah, the wonderful feeling of lying in bed at 10:00 pm without a Bar Review book in hand. The insanity is officially over, and I'm experiencing life A.B. (After the Bar). And the grass looks greener, my dog is cuter, and even the frustration of my seventh flat tire in a year and a half seems a mild inconvenience in contrast to the past six weeks. As a parting farewell to my bar exam experience, though, I'd like to share my breaking point ... the moment when I knew it was really getting to me:

I was sitting in the drive thru at Jim N Nicks awaiting a delicious lunch about a week ago. And after I placed my (concededly large) order, I found myself wondering at what point in my drive thru transaction my contract to purchase barbeque became binding. Was the "offer" when I placed my order, and the "acceptance" when they told me they would deliver what I ordered? Or was the offer placed by them, when they advertised the combo for $7.00, and the acceptance my agreement to take what they advertised? And was my "promise" to pay at the window enough consideration for our contract to be binding, or was it an illusory promise, because I could back out at any time by driving past the window?

It didn't end there, but I'll spare you the gory details of my descent into absurdity. Thankfully, the girl at the window snapped me out of my fog just before I wandered into torts and contemplated the possible recovery if my barbeque contained small traces of poison.

Perhaps I'll Blog In"steed" of Studying

I've been sitting in a bar review lecture all morning, so permit me a brief rant...

I'm sitting in my bar review course listening to a diminuitive man talk about all the bar exams he's passed. The man's job--his ENTIRE job--is taking multiple bar exams and analyzing what they contain so that he can help other people pass them. He has passed 15 bar exams at least, including the infamously difficult California bar. So, I presume (probably correctly) that he is some sort of scary-smart--the kind of smarty who reads law treatises on the weekends. And YET...

He pronounces "stead" as if it's "steed." An example: "Lorraine will come to the meeting in his steed."

I know this is minor. And I'm sure you've heard worse. (A certain preacher I know pronounces "measure," "treasure, " and "pleasure" in a way that would make a professional poker player noticeably cringe.) But it just seemed so out of place from this guy. And, even though he said it several times, no one else in the whole class appeared to notice.

Whew. Glad I got that out. I'll save my incredible story from Montgomery traffic for another post...

Update

Because I'm taking a very short break from studying to finally update the blog, I'm taking the lazy man's way out ... just posting an "update."

Archie is a whopping 6 pounds these days and got his rabies shot last weekend (which he was less than thrilled about). He's a lot of work, but SO fun.

We think we may have found a church last Sunday! We visited Eastwood Presbyterian and really enjoyed the music, preaching, and people we met. We'll be returning for a few more visits before we decide that's where we want to be, but it's an encouraging step.

I am studying for the Bar constantly and am so far behind I doubt I'll ever catch up. The good news is that I don't have to work until after the Bar is over, so I'll have more time to absorb the qualities of negative easements and everything else that I should have learned the first time I studied it in law school.

We enjoyed a very festive 4th of July with Heather, James, Lucy (Heather's Papillon), Cash (their friend's Maltipoo), and Archie. It was quite a zoo. But the Wetumpka fireworks proved more impressive than expected, and a good time was had by all.

The hair dye is slowly fading. The box says 28 washes, but I'm thinking it'll take more like 40.

I guess that's it for now. Hopefully life and the blog will return to interesting material soon ...