Franklin and things

Here is another cute cute picture of our cute cute dog Franklin.



Also, I have 169 days left at my job. Ahhh.

Every Day is a Franklin Day

Franklin

We picked up our new dog last night. His name is Franklin. He is part of the Westie Rescue and was found wandering the streets of Brooklyn and then admitted to a shelter for a few weeks hoping that his owner(s) would pick him up. But no one came. So, we filled out an application and waited for our perfect dog to arrive. After many emails and phone calls, Westie Rescue said they might have a dog for us and they brought him for a visit Saturday. We picked him up to bring him to our forever-home last night. And now without further ado, I present to you --- Franklin:

We're getting a DOG!

Tomorrow we are getting a dog!!!! We are adopting a Westie from the Westie Rescue!!! Oh my goodness, this is so exciting.

Happy Thanksgiving! Gobble!

Here are some of our pictures from Thanksgiving this year at the Kennedy's. It was a great time!

Tonight Ryan is being a little elf and taking down our air conditioner and ...then Christmas comes tonight! We're listening to the Christmas music channel on cable (while I unfortunately do work).

Promises Promises

I promised the world that I would never be in a bad mood again since I passed the bar. But I am a serious grouch today. People at work were bothering the living b'geezus out of me. Plus, I've really been thinking about getting a dog but now I'm getting worried that I don't have the time or money for a pupper. Oh dear oh dear. The worries of a silly girl.

F'in Jean-yus

Yup, I passed NY and NJ bar exams. So sweet. Isn't I s-m-r-t? (Note: Simpsons reference - "I am so smart. S-M-R-T!")

Passssssssseeddddd NJ!

Looks like I have the luck of the irish! I passed the NJ bar! I'm still waiting on NY but I'm probably going to practice in NJ anyway! Happy Day ~ no more exams!

Talk about Suspense

The bar results come out this week. NJ is coming out Wednesday and NY... well they haven't posted when the results are going to be released... so anywhere from now until probably Friday.

I will let you all know and so this can be a place of communal celebration or a vehicle for additional public shame. Either way I guess. (Knock on wood.)

F'ing Long Time

(Note time delay. Panera doesn't let me post to blogger.)

It is has been SO long since I have posted. Apologies all around.

I'm sitting in Panera Bread in Princeton right now waiting for Ryan who is interviewing fancy-firm style. Meanwhile, I'm listening to jazz that makes me want to eat my own hand. WHY GOD WHY do establishments such as Panera, Starbucks, and Barnes and Noble think that EVERYONE LIKES JAZZ? The wailing frenetic hyper schizoid fever makes me feel like my scalp is pulsating and eventually, if I stay long enough, my brain will eat my scalp.

Speaking of adjectives, I've been taking a poetry workshop at the Adult School in Montclair. It has been really interesting and fun and definitely gotten me to write a bit. So I guess that's part of the reason I haven't been posting as much ... my writing bug has been satisfied elsewhere. Do you feel like I'm cheating on you? Don't worry, I'll always come back. I'm just a free bird. (God I hate Lynyrd Skynard - note all the Y's - that is for "Y do you suck so much Lynyrd Skynard?")

Kitty Love

The prettiest most loving cat alive lives on my porch in a box that I set up for her that has two towels and my winter coat that was getting too ratty lining it. She is a great singer and drools a little when her pet her. Her name is Julie. I'm putting Miss Julie-shoes up for adoption. I can't take her in because Ryan and I are both allergic to cats even though I am a big cat lover. Someone who works for my mom is coming tomorrow night to meet Julie with her daughter. I'm going to sob my eyes out.

Directions

Here is something you didn't know about me: I am fixated on directions. I need to at the least have seen a map of where I am going and at the best have been there before. My frequent half-way-point is that I print out directions to where I am going. It doesn't matter where. Two nights ago I had a class I'm taking a few blocks away -- about 7 to be more accurate -- and I printed out a local map of MY NEIGHBORHOOD so I would know where to go. Just in case. I also spend a good deal of my precious free time viewing maps of frequently traveled routes of mine and seeing what other streets I could take. Just in case. Tonight, in preparation for needing gas tomorrow, I looked on google local so that I could see all my gas station options on my route to work and made sure that the gas station was on the same side of the street as I am driving so that I don't have to cut across traffic or in the alternative what side street I could take to avoid cutting across traffic. And while I am writing this I am somewhat concerned because I haven't printed out a map. Which I will not look at and will leave on the passenger side floor.

Weeks in the year

Only 47 more weeks left of work. I'm so glad that it isn't leap year.

Working with the remedies

I've decided that something's gotta give so I tried to figure out where I could change things that would make me feel better. This morning I sprayed my whole damn office with Lysol focusing primarily on the rug and my upholstered desk chair. I also drank a lot of water. I took my lunch hour with Kimber and we went to the Greek place and I had a feta gyro and we bought our mega-millions tickets. Then I left work at around 515 and took the scenic less-trafficed route to the parkway. And I played my Brandy CD and sang loudly in the car.

Where does job-hating get you?

I think that job-hating has resulted in a daily day-long headache that culminates with some small relief immediately before bed and kicks in again around 10 am. So I basically have a 12 hour headache every day.

Aside from that, I am afraid to leave work every day because I'm not sure how late I'm supposed to stay. I would really like to leave around 5pm since I get there at 730 but I'm nervous about appearing lazy. Even though I am.

The good news is that the actual substance of work, although somewhat boring, is certainly not the worst part of the job. And that's the good news.