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There is not just one new garbage can in Mt. Vernon, there are five. I...

My dog, Sappho, is now 12 years old and she needs Depends. Yesterday we came home from going somewhere, I forgot where now. Oh, right. I went to the gym and then went to Macy's to buy Xmas gifts for the Xtian part of the family and I ended up buying myself a dress...

It's 1:20 am and I am proud to announce that I finally filled in the National Conference of Bar Examiner's online version of "my book about me". If you had access to it (which you don't), you could read about my professional training, jobs, education, etc. But, more...

Three days ago (was it three or two, I've lost track of the days - kind of like summer vacation) I wrote an e-mail to the Mayor of this fair city of mine. I told him that while I thought this place was pretty cool, there was a serious lack of garbage cans for...

This is the first hour I've had by myself in the apartment since we've moved here. Husband does not leave, ever. He doesn't go anywhere without me, except to walk the dogs. Oh, and on Sunday he went to buy me pedialite (that was the day after the exchange of boots...

I got up this morning to move my car (you can't park on the even side of the street from 7 am until 9 am on Tuesday because of steet cleaning. apparently they never clean the other side of the street) and I realized something: Today is December 14. I have to have my...

The hot librarian is really quite funny. I don't know if she's hot. I don't know if she's a librarian, but she is witty and has nifty...

After I wrote my last post, I went to check our mail to see how many more people think I'm excellent and I was hoping for more stuff to put on my mantle. Well, I wasn't disappointed. I got a card from my friend Holly (she is my one law school friend) and, guess what,...

Okay, well they aren't really Xmas cards, they are 'holiday' cards. I never get the ones that say "merry christmas" on them or anything religious like that. And, I always want to get the Unicef ones but they are so damned expensive and really, who reads Xmas cards...

I had a wicked tantrum yesterday when I got back from Buffalo. I went into our crazy crooked bedroom and threw myself on the bed, kicked my feet and cried. It was awesome. Then H came over and we drank wine and talked about what we did at the weddings we went to over...

I've been thinking about what I've been doing with my life and I've figured something out, I'm not a lawyer, not really. I mean, its my job, its what I do (did?) for money but I'm not one of them. You know what I'm talking about. THEM. God, the idea of being in a room...

To be a suicide girl. But, its too late for me. Sucks...