If you frequent my blog, you may have noticed that Eddie and I have decided to root for Swicroromssia throughout Euro 2008. Well, since we are clearly creative and excellent humans, we created a line of Swicroromssia apparel that the whole family can enjoy (minus childers, obvs. erm, I had a design idea and Eddie surprised me by actually putting it on the interwebs!)!!
Behold, Swicroromssia!
Order today and wear with pride!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
Eddie and AH . . .
. . . scholars of worldly sporting events. Or something. We decided we needed to pick teams for Euro 2008. And our discussion regarding who to cheer on went something like this:
Eddie: Boo, no England, they didn't make it.
AH: Um, I thought you didn't *actually* like England?
Eddie: I like their football team, just not the country or people.
AH: Oh (sort of ponders that but moves on). Well, we certainly cannot cheer for Italy. Or France.
Eddie: Noooooo.
AH: And we have to cheer for Switzerland.
Eddie: We do? But they are boring. I need drugs and or alcohol to cheer for them.
AH: They are stoic, not boring. And I was born there.
Eddie: Fine. And, um, Croatia? We can't cheer 2 host countries.
AH: Sure, though I appreciate Austria for its sheer randomness. Then comes the tough category, Netherlands or Romania?
Eddie: Netherlands are evil cheating bastards.
AH: Yeah, and I don't know where it is. Like Bora Bora.
Eddie: (rolls eyes at American educational system) So Romania.
** Now ensues a long discussion over whether the Swedes or the Russians have better names for their children. Russians win based on "Sergei," "Igor," and "Vladimir" - and because saying things with a Russian accent is fun, especially whilst drinking vodka, which is basically their Gatorade. **
So there you have it. We are cheering for Swicroromssia, and most likely making t-shirts with magic marker. Wow, I will do anything to avoid bar review.
Eddie: Boo, no England, they didn't make it.
AH: Um, I thought you didn't *actually* like England?
Eddie: I like their football team, just not the country or people.
AH: Oh (sort of ponders that but moves on). Well, we certainly cannot cheer for Italy. Or France.
Eddie: Noooooo.
AH: And we have to cheer for Switzerland.
Eddie: We do? But they are boring. I need drugs and or alcohol to cheer for them.
AH: They are stoic, not boring. And I was born there.
Eddie: Fine. And, um, Croatia? We can't cheer 2 host countries.
AH: Sure, though I appreciate Austria for its sheer randomness. Then comes the tough category, Netherlands or Romania?
Eddie: Netherlands are evil cheating bastards.
AH: Yeah, and I don't know where it is. Like Bora Bora.
Eddie: (rolls eyes at American educational system) So Romania.
** Now ensues a long discussion over whether the Swedes or the Russians have better names for their children. Russians win based on "Sergei," "Igor," and "Vladimir" - and because saying things with a Russian accent is fun, especially whilst drinking vodka, which is basically their Gatorade. **
So there you have it. We are cheering for Swicroromssia, and most likely making t-shirts with magic marker. Wow, I will do anything to avoid bar review.
Friday, May 30, 2008
The little things . . .
So bar review sucks, yada yada, but little things still make me laugh so they get shared with you lucky people. Whilst preparing for Crim Law review, I flashed back to our first year final. Daisy and I hated crim law for various reasons - me because the professor mocked me for going to Wisconsin and I am a BUFFALO not a Badger, and because he made some truly insensitive comments about rape law and you KNOW that pissed me off; and Daisy because um, she just did. So we never really paid attention and then along came the final.
We both finished in about one hour, walked out, and of course started discussing our answers.
Daisy: I wrote that putting a baby in a suitcase is probably illegal but that I wasn't sure why.
AH: I wrote that there was "probably some sort of gun charge" in the fact pattern, but that I wasn't sure what.
Both: Oh dear.
And? I am pretty sure it was the best first year grade for both of us. Maybe honesty and sheer dumb luck pay off, after all.
We both finished in about one hour, walked out, and of course started discussing our answers.
Daisy: I wrote that putting a baby in a suitcase is probably illegal but that I wasn't sure why.
AH: I wrote that there was "probably some sort of gun charge" in the fact pattern, but that I wasn't sure what.
Both: Oh dear.
And? I am pretty sure it was the best first year grade for both of us. Maybe honesty and sheer dumb luck pay off, after all.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
More Brilliant Bar Review Observations
Raspberries are not smelly. They should however be put into tupperware for transportation to avoid making jam in your bar review purse (yes I have a specific bar review purse. I like purses.).
I still don't know how to efficiently get home from class using the CTA because the "easy" bus only runs during rush hour. So I end up walking 6 blocks to another bus that gets me home. You would think I could figure out a better way, but walking beats notecarding so I probably won't unless the weather is awful.
Can't there be a separate Chicago bar review course somewhere else where we can relegate people who smooshed your heart into millions of little pieces that have yet to fully recoagulate? Methinks we could do that and save people some angst, thanks.
Oh, and I got suckered into buying "FitFlops" - the flip flops that are supposed to tone your legs as you walk. So you can have glorious summer beach legs after walking to your bus! Yeah, so far they are uncomfortable and not cute. Sweet way to spend $50. I should have bought nice champagne, instead. Bubbles make you forget you don't have model legs. It's a scientific fact. Well, it's at least as scientific as these stupid flip flops.
I still don't know how to efficiently get home from class using the CTA because the "easy" bus only runs during rush hour. So I end up walking 6 blocks to another bus that gets me home. You would think I could figure out a better way, but walking beats notecarding so I probably won't unless the weather is awful.
Can't there be a separate Chicago bar review course somewhere else where we can relegate people who smooshed your heart into millions of little pieces that have yet to fully recoagulate? Methinks we could do that and save people some angst, thanks.
Oh, and I got suckered into buying "FitFlops" - the flip flops that are supposed to tone your legs as you walk. So you can have glorious summer beach legs after walking to your bus! Yeah, so far they are uncomfortable and not cute. Sweet way to spend $50. I should have bought nice champagne, instead. Bubbles make you forget you don't have model legs. It's a scientific fact. Well, it's at least as scientific as these stupid flip flops.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Observations on Bar Review - Day One
Wow, we really never talked about ANY of this in Torts. Maybe we shouldn't have spent 2 weeks on the McDonald's coffee case and 3 weeks on the "glory that is Ralph Nader."
Ahem, just a suggestion, esteemed pervy professor.
I think I shall start bringing offensively smelly lunches to class. I need some sort of entertainment, right??
Ahem, just a suggestion, esteemed pervy professor.
I think I shall start bringing offensively smelly lunches to class. I need some sort of entertainment, right??
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
The Rules
I haven't had anything to say for a long time, what with finals, Eddie and Finchy in town, family in town, and graduation. It was a bit overwhelming. Then I got a very special gift for graduation. See, my friends all know my general political and ideological proclivities. They know I am a feminist and that I generally disagree with traditional gender norms and find them to be either silly or downright insulting or somewhere in between. They know that I am single because, well, truth be told I am picky (and perhaps a tad difficult). And still nursing a smooshed heart back to health (it's kind of a process). So what is the BEST POSSIBLE GRADUATION GIFT to get me?
My very own copy of 'The Rules.'
If she hadn't been so sincere about it, I for sure would have thought it was a joke. "Congratulations on completing a rigorous academic achievement, now go be *really* successful and find a husband! Sure you're a lawyer, but you aren't complete without a man to take you to dinner!" Ok, ok, maybe that wasn't precisely what she was thinking. But that is what a book like that says to me. So, for future gift-buying for me, AH, just send champagne. Really. Murphy and I will be very happy with our bubbles and our crappy movies/television and our shiny new diploma.
And lest you think I was rude about it, I dutifully and graciously said thank you. Then I gave the book to my mom. She found it interesting. Sigh.
My very own copy of 'The Rules.'
If she hadn't been so sincere about it, I for sure would have thought it was a joke. "Congratulations on completing a rigorous academic achievement, now go be *really* successful and find a husband! Sure you're a lawyer, but you aren't complete without a man to take you to dinner!" Ok, ok, maybe that wasn't precisely what she was thinking. But that is what a book like that says to me. So, for future gift-buying for me, AH, just send champagne. Really. Murphy and I will be very happy with our bubbles and our crappy movies/television and our shiny new diploma.
And lest you think I was rude about it, I dutifully and graciously said thank you. Then I gave the book to my mom. She found it interesting. Sigh.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Your Wednesday Song of the Day: Finals Edition
Yeah, I haven't had time to write an intelligent post because I have been working really hard at procrastinating. So here you go, a WSotD:
Pay my respect to the company store
I ain't got no money don't want no more
Pay my respects to the company boys
now just move along
I worked hard for every little bit I got
And got lucky once on some advice
Met a dark haired girl that the Mississippi moon
Musta left by mistake one night
In a hurry, Lord
And that ain't the hardest part
The hardest part is loving
Somebody that cares for you so much
Promises don't pay cash at the bank
If they did I'm bidding your word
They couldn't pay me for the time that it took to write a check
To buy a babydoll for my girl
And I worked hard for every little bit I got
The things I got are gonna stay
and it's been flooding so hard on them company mines
That you know it's gonna flood someday
And you're gonna miss someone
And that ain't the hardest part
The hardest part is loving somebody that cares for you
And that ain't the hardest part
The hardest part is working and I've worked enough
I could stretch that penny like a silver line
Rolling through the pages of my life
Underneath your name where it's underlined
I've been turned around
I've been mystified by a true love
And that ain't the hardest part
Talkin' bout a true love
And that ain't the hardest part
And that ain't the hardest part
And that ain't the hardest part
Pay my respect to the company store
I ain't got no money don't want no more
Pay my respects to the company boys
now just move along
I worked hard for every little bit I got
And got lucky once on some advice
Met a dark haired girl that the Mississippi moon
Musta left by mistake one night
In a hurry, Lord
And that ain't the hardest part
The hardest part is loving
Somebody that cares for you so much
Promises don't pay cash at the bank
If they did I'm bidding your word
They couldn't pay me for the time that it took to write a check
To buy a babydoll for my girl
And I worked hard for every little bit I got
The things I got are gonna stay
and it's been flooding so hard on them company mines
That you know it's gonna flood someday
And you're gonna miss someone
And that ain't the hardest part
The hardest part is loving somebody that cares for you
And that ain't the hardest part
The hardest part is working and I've worked enough
I could stretch that penny like a silver line
Rolling through the pages of my life
Underneath your name where it's underlined
I've been turned around
I've been mystified by a true love
And that ain't the hardest part
Talkin' bout a true love
And that ain't the hardest part
And that ain't the hardest part
And that ain't the hardest part
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