10.07.2010

My yearly blog entry...



I know, I am a horrible blogger. I sometimes forget I have a blog, but was reminded today when my Aunt Janna commented on my last post from October 20th 2009...at least I have loyal readers/commenters!

The most exciting news around here is that we're expecting a baby boy in December. We are so excited, and I am getting bigger by the day.


Me at 23 weeks

Me at 29 weeks

We also went to New York in August to spend time with Will's family. Fun was had by all, including Ruby the dog.

Speaking of Ruby, she was recently featured in a dog tutu advertisement on gilt.com. We're glad her fame hasn't gone to her head and she still deigns to spend time with us.

While in New York, we spent time in the Adirondacks and at the farm as
well as in the city.

Us at Indian Head. (21 weeks)

We're also glad that Laney is back in the Bay Area to go on fun adventures with us! These pictures were taken when we took a picnic to Half Moon Bay one Sunday afternoon.



Lest you be alarmed by the beverage I am drinking above, let me assure you that these few sips have constituted about half of my Diet Coke intake during the pregnancy. I have replaced my beloved DC with sparkling/seltzer/soda water, which Laney has deemed "disgusting."


It was also Will's birthday! I made him a chocolate cake with raspberry filling that was to die for. I know, I wrote the words on the cake in the wrong order. I think you all are smart enough to pick up what I'm putting down. I trust you.


Will decided to invite to his birthday party his favorite Bay Area-ans, my parents (not pictured) and Lola and Bear (pictured, obviously). The dogs were quite excited to visit our apartment, though I think they were a little confused.


That's about it for us. Just plugging along with school and having nightly talks with the baby about when it would be appropriate to make his appearance (hint:after finals).

P.S. I am going to try to be a better blogger after the baby comes, but I have a fear of random people on the internet (even though sometimes I am that random person...) Anyway, this is all to say that I am going to make the blog private after the baby is born. If you want to read it, either e-mail me or leave your e-mail in a comment. I promise, I won't be freaked out if you've never commented (because I totally do that) or if we only knew each other for like 5 mins 10 years ago (I do that too) and really, who actually reads this yearly blog anyways?!

10.20.2009

What law school has done to my brain


I know some of you out there may be wondering what has happened to me. Well my friends, law school has swallowed me. Not that it's killing me or taking every waking second of my life, but let's just say blogging (which I was never very good at) has not been a priority. It's not bad or wonderful, it's just very law school-y. Yes, that's a word now. Deal with it.

Until today! Something happened today that I think demonstrates well what law school has done to me. A little background first though. At the beginning of the year, in an effort to promote sustainability and all that jazz, the school gave us red stainless steel water bottles (like the one pictured above). They don't say "Palm Tree Travel," though. They say SLS. We were encouraged to use these bottles instead of bottled water, and I have happily complied (I'm all for staying hydrated).

Fast-forward to today. I'm sitting in contracts, learning about the objective theory of assent (don't ask, you'll wish you didn't) and I realize I'm really thirsty. I reach for my water bottle, unscrew it, and take a BIG gulp. As I'm drinking, I think, "Hmm, it smells a lot like coffee in here (which isn't all that unusual), but it's really strong. . .how strange." One second later, I realize why it smells so much like coffee. It's because I'm drinking out of the bottle of the sweet girl sitting next to me and that bottle is filled with room temperature black (I can only assume) coffee.

First of all, let me tell you coffee is BITTER. Plus it tastes like dirt. I've always liked the smell, but I guess it's an acquired taste. Next, I had to profusely apologize to my next-seat neighbor and then I proceeded to gag for 10 minutes. In contracts. Where I sit in the very middle of the room and have little to no opportunity for escape. I briefly considered running out to throw up in the bathroom, but I decided I could make it just gagging in my seat. I did manage to mitigate the horrible taste a little bit by gargling/swishing with water from my actual water bottle.

So that was my first (and probably only) taste of coffee. And that is what law school has done to me. I can tell you all about joint and several liability, but I can't manage to drink out of my own water bottle.

Oh dear.

8.11.2009

The Best Movie I've Seen This Year. . .

. . .was originally released in 1964.



Will and I were lucky enough to be able to see "My Fair Lady" at the Stanford Theatre with K and G lately. The theatre originally opened in 1925, but was restored in the 1980's by the Packard foundation (yes, of Hewlett-Packard).


Before the movie (and at intermission) an organist plays on the stage, there are vintage movie posters in the hallways, tickets are $7.00 (isn't is depressing that the price sounds cheap?), and popcorn is $1.50! The theatre itself is also stunning, and it was great to see a movie that I'd only ever seen on a TV screen on the big screen!

This is now Will's back-up employment plan. I think he needs some more work on the organ before it becomes a career option.

Also, K had never seen "My Fair Lady," so it was obviously a life-changing experience for her. I had the opportunity to fall back into love with Audrey Hepburn. She was just so charming and is absolutely adorable in the movie. Loyalty demands, however, that I mention how much I would have liked to see Julie Andrews' performance, but Audrey is a close runner-up.

So adorable, right?

We might have to make this a Palo Alto favorite; it's so nice to go to have a movie-going experience that feels so exciting and romantic!

P.S. Go watch this video, it's the right thing to do.