She gave me the best birthday ever! She arranged for all my siblings to fly in and surprise me. Apparently, she'd been in collusion with them since June planning their little jaunt to Beantown to celebrate my getting a walker and dentures. She was even nice enough to give me a little advanced notice so I could get a bit ahead with the school work and have more time to hang out with them. How awesome is THAT?! She also emailed everyone on our wedding guestlist to remind them of my big day so I got a boat-load of well-wishes via email (thanks, ya'll).
In addition to getting to hang out with my not-often-seen family, the also brought me presents. Mostly, the presents came in the form of scotch but I got some clothes and a picture album from my mom with goofy old photos of me when I was a kid (apparently, getting to gang up on me wasn't enough for them...they needed photographic fodder to tease me about all weekend as well). All in all, aside from mysterious stomach cramps the night of my birthday and our power being out all day yesterday, it was the best birthday a fellow of my advanced age could hope for. Bring on the shuffleboard and cottage cheese, I'm ready for retirement!
S.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
The Insomniac Update
I thought I'd take this time during a mild bout of insomnia to give you all an update from Cambridge. The most you've heard from me lately has been birthday wishes to my brothers, after all.
Things here are progressing well. As far as school goes, they've been ramping up the workload steadily. We all turned in our first legal memos last Friday only to be assigned another, longer one that's due in about three weeks. And just to make sure we don't slack too much, our 'research trail' is due this Friday...this meant that most of us spent our Columbus Day holiday parked in the library searching statutes, digests and case reporters. This, in addition to what seems like a continuously accelerating reading schedule, has become my life. Well, that and note taking. Oh, and outlining. Sometimes, I actually get to sleep. But here I am, frittering away my scheduled sleep time typing this. Silly me.
Oh, I think I mentioned awhile back that I was considering running for Section Rep of my section. I won...but only because I ran unopposed. As SR, I'm meant to represent my section at the Student Bar Association at Suffolk. The SBA puts on a lot of functions and is the wellspring from which all funding for the various and sundry student clubs and organizations. I'm told I'll be assigned to a committee at some point and will probably be involved in planning one or more events for the students. My friend Heena ran for representative-at-large and, though the polls for the election closed last week, we're still not sure who's won yet. Hanging chads, no doubt. Anyway, she had the great idea of having more of our student events be related to community issues (hosting a party where the admission is a donation to a local food bank, for example). If she doesn't win, I'm going to totally steal her ideas. She's wicked smart.
On the non-school front, Brooke's doing well. She's somehow gotten involved with an environmental volunteer group which, for those of you that know here, is rather weird. This is the girl that loathes manual labor out-of-doors and who only came to my garden in Atlanta when there was food to be gathered. This last weekend, they volunteered cleaning trays at a local community farm. And it was cold and wet outside. I know, I don't know where the woman I married went to.
Even with school stuff, we've still been able to maintain our Sunday dinner tradition. Many more things have been coming out of the crockpot, though (the original 'set-it-and-forget-it' machine). This weekend was a little different in that I somehow convinced her to let me make a full Indian dinner. It's the first time in memory that she's gone back for thirds, as well. She's recently taken a liking to beets too. Again, this is not the woman I married...
Well, I suppose I could start on some Contracts reading for class today. Today's topic: 'Remedies Where Agreement is Incomplete or Indefinite'. Exciting, I know. Makes you wish you were me, doesn't it.
Best...S.
Things here are progressing well. As far as school goes, they've been ramping up the workload steadily. We all turned in our first legal memos last Friday only to be assigned another, longer one that's due in about three weeks. And just to make sure we don't slack too much, our 'research trail' is due this Friday...this meant that most of us spent our Columbus Day holiday parked in the library searching statutes, digests and case reporters. This, in addition to what seems like a continuously accelerating reading schedule, has become my life. Well, that and note taking. Oh, and outlining. Sometimes, I actually get to sleep. But here I am, frittering away my scheduled sleep time typing this. Silly me.
Oh, I think I mentioned awhile back that I was considering running for Section Rep of my section. I won...but only because I ran unopposed. As SR, I'm meant to represent my section at the Student Bar Association at Suffolk. The SBA puts on a lot of functions and is the wellspring from which all funding for the various and sundry student clubs and organizations. I'm told I'll be assigned to a committee at some point and will probably be involved in planning one or more events for the students. My friend Heena ran for representative-at-large and, though the polls for the election closed last week, we're still not sure who's won yet. Hanging chads, no doubt. Anyway, she had the great idea of having more of our student events be related to community issues (hosting a party where the admission is a donation to a local food bank, for example). If she doesn't win, I'm going to totally steal her ideas. She's wicked smart.
On the non-school front, Brooke's doing well. She's somehow gotten involved with an environmental volunteer group which, for those of you that know here, is rather weird. This is the girl that loathes manual labor out-of-doors and who only came to my garden in Atlanta when there was food to be gathered. This last weekend, they volunteered cleaning trays at a local community farm. And it was cold and wet outside. I know, I don't know where the woman I married went to.
Even with school stuff, we've still been able to maintain our Sunday dinner tradition. Many more things have been coming out of the crockpot, though (the original 'set-it-and-forget-it' machine). This weekend was a little different in that I somehow convinced her to let me make a full Indian dinner. It's the first time in memory that she's gone back for thirds, as well. She's recently taken a liking to beets too. Again, this is not the woman I married...
Well, I suppose I could start on some Contracts reading for class today. Today's topic: 'Remedies Where Agreement is Incomplete or Indefinite'. Exciting, I know. Makes you wish you were me, doesn't it.
Best...S.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Happy Birthday, Little Brother
I just wanted to send a quick shout-out to my little brother who turns 26 today. That's right, bro...welcome to your late twenties. I know, I'm still older than you but luckily you drew the short straw on the hair front so people should continue to mistake me for the younger one for awhile. How is the T-Top, anyway? Are you sporting a come-over yet? Man, that's awesome.
I hope you have a great day, brutha.
S.
I hope you have a great day, brutha.
S.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Happy Birthday, Dirt Bag
Today is my big brother Seth's birthday. I left him a voice mail wishing him a happy 50th because, well, when you get into your mid- to late-40s, it's pretty much all 50 right? Anyway, I'd like everyone to think happy old man birthday thoughts for the big fella. In doing so, you'll be helping me make up for the fact that I didn't get a card out to him until today.
A few words about Seth: He's 14 some odd years older than me and for as long as I can remember, has referred to me as 'Dirtbag'. I don't know why because, well, I have relatively good hygiene. Anyway, he holds the distinction of being my first childhood memory. I was laying on my back in my crib and he told me to quit picking my nose because it's "just dust". He's been providing me with sage advice ever since.
He lives in Texas with his wife, Kim and my neice and nephew (Ashley and David, respectively). I've been real crap about remembering their birthdays and I'm sure they regard me as the "crazy uncle who sends unfun books sporatically". Someday, hopefully, they'll let me make it up to them.
So, Seth's a good guy. I wish we'd talk more but I'm something of a chickenshit when it comes to calling him. I'm not exactly sure why but I get a bit nervous when it comes to phoning. I'm hoping that that will change in the near future.
Anyway, my best to my big brother on his birthday...I've said it before and I'll say it again: "The USPS says I need to disassemble the walker before I ship it so your present will be a bit late".
S.
A few words about Seth: He's 14 some odd years older than me and for as long as I can remember, has referred to me as 'Dirtbag'. I don't know why because, well, I have relatively good hygiene. Anyway, he holds the distinction of being my first childhood memory. I was laying on my back in my crib and he told me to quit picking my nose because it's "just dust". He's been providing me with sage advice ever since.
He lives in Texas with his wife, Kim and my neice and nephew (Ashley and David, respectively). I've been real crap about remembering their birthdays and I'm sure they regard me as the "crazy uncle who sends unfun books sporatically". Someday, hopefully, they'll let me make it up to them.
So, Seth's a good guy. I wish we'd talk more but I'm something of a chickenshit when it comes to calling him. I'm not exactly sure why but I get a bit nervous when it comes to phoning. I'm hoping that that will change in the near future.
Anyway, my best to my big brother on his birthday...I've said it before and I'll say it again: "The USPS says I need to disassemble the walker before I ship it so your present will be a bit late".
S.
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