I generally like windchimes. My mom has always had several that clank in such a manner that I’m reminded of home. They’re the nice, artsy, can’t-be-bought-at-Walgreens type. Not that there’s anything wrong with the Walgreens ones, but, actually, there is. I hate to be cranky about this, but unless you live in an area where others aren’t within a few yards, you shouldn’t have things that produce sound whenever a slight breeze goes by. Especially if those things make a cheap metal dingle-dangle sound. They generally take less breeze to move and typically have a less harmonic sound. Is that the right word? I don’t know. Clearly my music major has taught me nothing.

Anyway, I bring this up because our neighbors at the old apartment had the cheap kind. Why would you hang a noisemaker on the balcony without considering the 50+ units that will also have to hear it? Our new condo also has a neighbor with windchimes. Luckily, these are the nice kind, very similar to my mom’s. But. If they ever replace them with the cheap kind, watch out. I’m gonna be sticking clocks on the balcony that makes annoying bird sounds every hour. Because, you know, if wind is invisible and we need to hear it, then it makes sense that we should hear time. Wait, I guess time isn’t invisible since it’s based on rotations and revolutions. Whatever. Bird clock!!!

In other matters, I started thinking about my dream house. It would have long halls, a spacious kitchen, a library for Zach, a billiard room, and a conservatory. However, I tend to wonder if I would ever have any house guests. Would you visit someone who requested you join them in the conservatory, perhaps requesting that you bring a rope? The rope would be for arts and crafts, of course. What if that person was experiencing some plumbing problems in the kitchen, and required a lead pipe to fix the sink? I think I would think twice visiting. So perhaps I will have to nix the conservatory and billiard room. The hamster tubing that will go through every room will be staying though.

Yes indeed, I made pot stickers. Well, Americanized ones. Specifically, Alton Brown ones. I thought they came out pretty decently considering it was my first attempt. We dipped them in a honey soy sauce that was also quite nice. Next up: I tackle Mexican! Well…there might be burgers in between. We have to use up the bacon jam I bought Zach for Valentine’s. Gosh, this post is just full of product placement. Anyway, time for the life part of the post.

Today I attended several lectures on gender in the law. It was actually quite surprising how far women still have to go, and it really made me think about my past jobs. While I have no idea if I made as much as my male counterparts, I do know that I was hired for certain jobs because of my gender. For instance, in one Office supply store I worked at, the customer service department was filled to the Max with women. Now, in the manager’s defense, the non-cashier positions did involve a certain amount of heavy lifting, however I was annoyed not to have even been given the option to try. Any attempt I’d make to grab a box of paper would result in someone shouting for a guy to come help me. In one of my other jobs, a store which was like a City of Circuitry, the customer service department was much more even in terms of gender. However, the few women to be found in the other departments were transfers from customer service. In this store, it was well known that customer service was the lowest paid, despite having arguably the most important job (who answered the phone after no more than three rings? Me, that’s who). I guess the point of all of this is that when you stop to look around, it’s interesting to note all of the instances where sexism in the workplace does exist.

Oh, and chivalry. I’m sick of chivalry. Yes, politeness is nice, but sometimes it can grate me. For instance, a few years ago I had dinner with a large group of friends. I held the door as everyone walked through, just so that the door wouldn’t be flapping for each one of us. One person, however, refused to walk through. Clearly a courteous gentleman, he motioned for me to walk and he’d hold the door for me. I gave him my most sugary smile and said, “Oh no, after you, I insist!” No one can say no to a lady. He walked. That was MY door to hold and no one else’s. But really, what was the purpose for him to attempt to take the door from me? Had he held it for everyone it would have been fine. A courteous gesture. Even if it had just been the two of us and he held it, that would have been ok. But to not allow me to complete my door holding task, simply because I have an extra X chromosome? Craziness. I do wonder…if the world changes and chivalry dies, will I miss it?

Despite all that I’ve written, do keep one thing in mind: I want off the Titanic first.

I have just ordered two pizzas and some free cinna stix. I’m not even sure if that’s how you spell it. I don’t like made up spellings.

I will admit that I’m liking the impressive looking “pizza tracker.” Earl just put my pizza in at 7:03.

I will keep you updated.

*Edit #1* No! Zach picked up the pizza too quickly! While I was posting this, the bar went from bake to ready for pickup!! Now I won’t know if they did the quality check!!!

Zach and I didn’t name him. For some reason, I’m all out of creativity. I think it was all the scrounging for moss hair that took it out of me. That and Zach’s friendly warnings of “I think that’s poisonous” everytime I’d grab some.

While in Leavenworth, we checked out the cute little shops. For some reason, we decided to go into a shop that had hats. I’m not a hat person. In fact, I don’t know why I even chose to go into that store…my only guess is that this hat had great magical powers that drew me into the shop.

Finally, I’ve done a bit of baking/cooking. The other night I made a broccoli soup along with challah bread. I only made the bread because I didn’t want to walk to the store to buy bread. Somehow, I thought making it would be easier. Yeah, it actually was…until I realized I was out of flour midway through and had to walk to the store to buy some.

Next time, Zach can just eat soup. No bread for him. I know, I’m whiny about walking to the store. But I am sick of carrying groceries uphill. It’d be one thing if I had to walk uphill to get to the store, but it’s another to lug gallons of milk up a hill to get home. Yes, gallons. I drink a lot of milk. I buy my milk at costco now, two gallons at a time. I’m thinking about just investing in a cow and saving myself some trouble. I imagine it would also be better for the environment since I wouldn’t require plastic jugs and those little plastic pull things that come off of the carton tops. I hate those. I never toss them. Yet magically, they disappear. I guess that’s what dads and Zachs are for. Oh, and Ashleys. I assume she tossed them for me. I certainly didn’t. That’s what roommates are for.

So, that’s what’s up with me. Still in law school, still liking it, now looking for a summer job. Oh, still taking the gummy vitamins. I’m so full of vitamin D, it’s amazing!

But back to the gummy vitamins. After looking in many different stores, I finally found them in the Phoenix Costco. I must say I’m pleasantly surprised. They don’t have the odd texture of the chocolate Viactivs but rather are quite similar to gummys (gummies?). Unfortunately, they lack the amount of vitamins found in One-a-day pills, however I figure this is better than nothing.

While researching them, I came across some amusing posts on taking children’s vitamins. These were my favorites:

“I take my dogs’ multivitamins when I’m out of mine, so I’m hardly one to talk.”

“one night i got all *expletive*ed up… i decided to eat an entire bottle of scooby-doo gummy vitamins. i woke up the next day and saw the empty bottle and was like ‘oh *expletive*‘.

i went to the pharmacy, and the pharmacist told me to go to the ER. when i got to the ER, i got some really dumb looks, but they said i would be fine…”

“I can’t buy yummy vitamins or I end up eating the whole bottle in one go, which really cant be good for you. Everytime I’ve bought them, even though i try not to, it always end up the same.. hmmm… one more….i really shouldnt but hmmm… one more…. maybe just one more… maybe two more… maybe 5 more, eat them all!”

In other non-weather news, I love Windows 7. My boyfriend was selected to host one of the many Windows launch parties and I’m thrilled! I got a free copy of Windows (awesome, btw) as well as a pack of cards, balloons, tote bags, an uninspired centerpiece, and more. I just went from XP to 7 and I’m in heaven. Ooh, seven rhymes with heaven! I should do marketing for Microsoft. I’m awesome at that, just like a cat. That rhymes with cat. I’m a marketing genius.

Now, back to putting my genius at work in case briefs for class. Torts, here I come!

SNUGGIE! IT’S A SNUGGIE! It’s even embroidered with an Office logo. Now, I’m not sure if it’s supposed to be so…uh…large, but whatever. I also don’t really get that pocket in the front. I haven’t tested its warmth yet, but I have pretended to be a wizard. I’m truly magical in it.

Microsoft: Please give away shamwows at your next function. I really want one. A lot.

MMMM.

Sugar is the best. So are candy bribes to get through law school.