Happy Halloween!

Sunday, October 31st, 2010 | General, Law School

Sadly, there were no trick-or-treaters. I guess that’s ok though, because we have no candy. At least, none that I’m willing to share. All the dark chocolate is for me.

Now it’s time to get back to the reality of law school and continue working on my appellate brief for Legal Writing II. Before I go, here’s a pic of Zach and me from my brother and his girlfriend’s Halloween party in Portland.

They lie.

Thursday, October 14th, 2010 | General, Law School

Oh, how they lie. Those people who say the first year of law school is the hardest? Nope, not true. I haven’t experienced the third yet, but currently, I’d have to say the second year is the winner. I mean, come on. First year had reading assignments that were 12-15 pages! Second year has reading assignments that range from 20-200 per class. For all of you non law-school readers, this reading is dense (as in, read some sentences five times) and sadly, pictureless. Also, pictureless is so a word, Firefox.

Basically, that last paragraph is a justification for why I only post every quarter year. Aside from the readings, I’m also taking on a lot of projects, including being on a Committee (a real one, not a party planning one), being a board member of the Women’s Law Caucus, helping plan a domestic violence panel, working on bench guide, and attempting to perfect the drift in Mario Kart Wii. Growing up without a Nintendo, I’m having to devote a lot of time in pursuit of this task. Btw, if anyone reading this has any Mario Kart tips, please share them. I really want to excel at this game…and lawyerly things too, of course. But also the game.

I’m going back to Arizona in October for my brother’s wedding, in which I will also be performing on my flute alongside my family on baroque recorders. Yeah, we’re that cool. I’ll be heading back to Arizona again in December, sans flute, for my friend Sarah’s wedding. Then it’s back to AZ once more in December for break. The weather people are predicting an especially bad winter for Seattle this year. If I miss an ounce of snow due to Arizona, I’m going to be more annoyed with Arizona than I already am. I really, really, really want to see falling snow in Seattle. And I want it to be so bad that they close the road by me and devote it to a sledding hill. And then I can practice my Mario Kart drift as I race down that hill. Oh, what plans I have for winter!

But sadly, now it’s back to reading for Constitutional Law. Only 48 pages. I can do this!

*edit* As I walked the mile home with my 1825 page Con Law book (I now walk 2-4 miles a day because my metabolism has magically slowed…what fun!), I was stopped by a British gentleman with a clipboard: “Allo’! Do you have a moment to talk–That’s a big book!”

I agreed with him that is was and continued on. Five minutes later, a construction worker looked at me and said, “That’s a big book!” Once again, I agreed and walked on.

Three minutes later, two LDS Missionaries clad in suits stopped me. Oddly enough, they did not so much as glance at my book. I guess they had greater concerns than my Con Law class materials.

I can’t believe I painted the countertop

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010 | Condo

First, the obligatory “I’m bad at posting” line. Now…

I’m posting to finally share my first major diy project! Back in April, Zach and I moved from our 11th floor apartment to a 4th floor condo! Condo=freedom to paint. After living my entire life with white walls, I was thrilled for the new power I would have. This turned out to be somewhat ironic, which you’ll understand at the end of this post. Now, although the condo was constructed fairly recently (1992), it was constructed rather cheaply and uninspired in parts. For example: the bathroom. The wall lining the bathtub is actually the same material lining the elevator. The floors are all laminate, as are the countertops. Oh, and white plastic handles are everywhere. I had the same type on my dresser when I was 10. So, the bathroom felt like a good place to start.

Since we’re both busy, and the purchase of a condo is no small thing, I looked for changes I could make which could have the most impact for the least amount of money. I figured painting the walls would be easy enough. But how was I to deal with the “wood” laminate cabinets and pink, speckled countertop? As always, the internet came through. I discovered that laminate CAN be painted, and cheaply at that. I wasn’t that impressed with the commercial products, like Rustoleum, but then I found Kristi’s blog. Using acrylic paints, she was able to transform her kitchen countertop into granite. Once I saw that, I was sold. Of course, I had to sell Zach on it. That part wasn’t too hard…I kept reassuring him that if it looked bad, we could just paint over it with a solid color, or even replace it at Home Depot for not too much money since it’s a stand alone thing. And he agreed! He’s such a nice, trusting boyfriend.

So, without further ado, here is my tale of craziness. If you’d like to see it in movie form, check out my video!

What I used:

  • One can of primer (Kilz water based)
  • Four bottles of acrylic paints (one white, one light grey, one medium grey, one darker grey) note: get an extra of each to be safe. I really cut it close.
  • One can of sealer (Polycrylic water based, clear gloss)
  • Painter’s tape (I used that delicate kind)
  • Sand paper
  • Paint brush/roller
  • Dabby things, like a sponge or paper towels
  • Cardboard to put paint on

First, the obligatory before shots:

See?! White plastic handles! Also, note the outlet that was installed the wrong direction. I have to use my hairdryer in the office.

Pink and beige, absolutely gorgeous.

Yar, here be the speckled laminate.

First off, I cleaned and sanded the counter. The sanding is very important in order to ensure that the primer will stick. Then I used painter’s tape all around it. I’m not sure why I was so thorough considering the walls and cabinets were going to get painted later. Next, I rolled on the first coat of primer. It looked bad and freaked me out. I don’t think I told Zach that. After letting it dry (overnight I think?) I rolled on a second coat. Significantly better. At that point, Zach came over (we were still living at the old apartment) and he noted that maybe we should just keep it white. I told him no, pretending to have confidence that it would turn out great. Yeah, that’s right Zach, I thought it was going to turn out hideously. Thanks for believing in my fake confidence! He’s nice like that.

It’s white! So much better than before. Can’t stop now though! Otherwise I’d be out $4 for the acrylic paints!

Although I thought painting it with primer was scary, I had no idea how many butterflies I’d have as I started dabbing acrylics on this thing. I suddenly had a moment of panic and remembered that I’m actually horrible when it comes to art. Really, really bad. Flute is no problem. Drawing? I’ve got issues.

Cow/Snoopy/Pig drawing. I take it back, I’m an awesome drawer because I can make one thing have many meanings. Like the Mona Lisa! Is Cowpig smiling, or not? What’s Cowpig’s secret?

I initially dabbed using a cheap sponge that I found in the art store. I didn’t like that every dab looked the same, so I switched to a scrunched up paper towel. I think I used about 100 of those towel balls.

Dabby dabby!

I dabbed some white on first, on top of the primer. Then I realized that was silly since the primer was white, so I went on to the light grey, followed up with the medium grey. I didn’t wait for it to entirely dry because it made a nice swirly effect. I kept dabbing various colors until it looked more natural and less kindergarten like. I wonder how many times I’ve used the word “dab” so far in this post. I really can’t think of another word. Oh yeah, I dabbed on some dark grey. Since it was so dark, I dabbed the paper towel on the medium grey and then the dark so it would create a nicer effect. Dab dab dab.

And some more dabs…

I was starting to feel like that old painter who was on pbs. Only, without the trees and the lakes. But it was really starting to look like something!


At this point, I called Zach in to check it out. He pointed out a few places that needed to be changed, but overall he liked it! I finished it up with some grout lines to simulate the slabs of marble coming together. For this, I used the medium grey and a steady hand to paint it across. Finally, I used the sealer. I read somewhere that oil based sealers can cause it to become yellowed/discolored, so I went with water based. Initially I applied it with a roller, but I got paranoid that the lovely marble effect below would be ruined, so I dabbed the sealant on too. If I were to do this again, I’d make sure the “grout lines” were done with a paintbrush. I didn’t do them as well as I should have, so now I’m seeing the slightest bit of cracking (Just there though, and really not noticeable. I just stare at this counter for hours a day, noting all of its features). I believe I applied five coats, waiting a day between each one. I think I waited a day…it’s been a few months so I can’t quite remember. I do recall having houseguests soon after and making it clear to everyone involved that nothing was to be left on the counter and no water was to be near it for a week. The houseguests accepted my crazy and the counter remains pristine. Here’s a shot of the finished “marble,” close up:

I think it looks pretty good.

So, are you ready for the beautiful after shots? As I mentioned, there were also walls and cabinets that needed to be taken care of. The walls were easy. Well, they were after I abandoned the blue and went for white. See the irony I mentioned before? I told myself I’d never have white walls as an adult, and then the first chance I have to paint, I pick white. Oh well. As for the cabinets, they turned out pretty well too. I used the same primer that I used for the countertops and just rolled it on, after sanding and cleaning of course. I think I put two coats of the primer on, followed by a couple coats of white, latex paint. I replaced those ugly plastic handles with metal, replaced the toilet seat (yeah, it needed to be done), and got a tissue box holder from Value Village. I think it looks might perty now:

Zach got me the flowers. Isn’t he nice?

So clean!

I’m really pleased with how this all came out. As I may have mentioned, it has been several months now and they still look great. The grand total was well under $100. No regrets. Except not sealing the grout line better. Whatever, I can fix that later. Next up…the office that we’re turning into a dining room! DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN…


Sunday, May 2nd, 2010 | General

I haven’t been very good about posting here. Isn’t that the line people always use? It’s certainly bringing up a lot of google hits when I try it. Anyway, I feel as though I’m justified in my lameness. I’m in law school, we just moved into a new condo, and my exams are this week. But, that’s not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about windchimes.

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!!!

I always liked Mrs. Peacock

Friday, March 12th, 2010 | General

I am now fully domesticated. Today I made Zach coffee. He said I did it right. Phew!

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.

Pot Stickers and Holding Doors

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010 | General, Law School, Recipes

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.


Friday, February 12th, 2010 | General

The first time I had Dominos was in college. That was also the last. *dramatic chipmunk* Until today.

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!!!

I’m bad at blogging

Wednesday, February 10th, 2010 | General, Law School

Isn’t that what everyone says? Maybe I can blame law school for my lack of updates. Yes…except…I have done other things than just studying. First off, Zach and I took a mini-vacation and went to the fake Bavarian town of Leavenworth. Note: Not the prison town, the other one…in Washington. I was finally able to escape the endless sun of Seattle (I’m serious…apparently it’s a record January) and see some snow!


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!

Gummy Vitamins…for adults!

Friday, January 8th, 2010 | General

Ever since I saw the advertisement for adult gummy vitamins, I knew I had to try them. Also, Ashley–I’m sorry I made fun of you for buying children’s vitamins that tasted good. Anyway, I realize that regular pill vitamins are much better for me but I’m a horrible pill taker. It’s not that I’m not capable…I just psyche myself out sometimes. Especially on those giant pills that contain iron. I freak out and end up choking/vomiting. Also, allergy pills sometimes do it to me, but in my defense, it’s my dog’s fault! See, Jake used to take the same pills (apparently dogs can take human pills?) and he’d always choke on them. As I would take them, that image of him would pop into my head and then I’d choke. So, see, not crazy.

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!”

Law textbooks are hilarious when studying!

Friday, December 11th, 2009 | Law School

I’m studying up on Civil Procedure right now and came to a section on inconsistent allegations in pleading. The book says, “One commentary compares the phiolosophy of alternative pleading to a famous saying by Yogi Berra: ‘When you come to the fork in the road, take it.’”

The first time I read that, I definitely thought it said Yogi Bear, giving me much more respect for law people. Er, lawyers. I think that’s what they’re called. Sadly, a second reading proves it was actually Berra. Personally, I think my bear version makes more sense. I mean, he steals pic-i-nic baskets! He obviously has a food problem and must use forks. I don’t see how a baseball player saying it makes more sense. But that’s the law for you. It doesn’t always make sense.

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