Erin, maybe it's the opposite! Maybe you fall down on normal ground, but on ice you are suddenly graceful?

It's a lovely thought, but...no. On ice, I resemble a whisky-addled mongoose.

I've been fairly productive today, I guess. I went and looked at an apartment. Great neighborhood, nice building, the apartment itself is small but liveable, but it's on the ground floor, and it's a bit more than I wanted to pay, and the bus stop on the school end of the commute that I'd be using is further from school than I'd thought. So, if the ones I'm looking at tomorrow and Monday don't pan out, I might call this guy back, but as of now, it's got a few too many strikes against it. (And being on the ground floor might totally rule it out -- I need to think about that.)

I went to the bookstore, spent too much and ate cheesecake(Man, I should know better...nobody goes to a crackhouse to window-shop. )Hoped for flirtage, but the clerk was kinda "Just Jack" and we ended up sitting next to a man with the following titles. "Brag!: How to Toot your Own Horn without Blowing It."

"Families Pray Together."

"Think Like A Billionaire by Donald Trump"
Um, no. But I did get to say "Yasou!" to Mr. Pelecanos again. ETA: If Norton found and quarantined a worm on my computer yesterday, I'm safe, right?

Gronk. I owe taxes this year. Turns out that they didn't deduct the right amount of tax when I cashed out an IRA to pay off the credit card bill. It's not horrible, though. Also, the tax penalty is much less than I would have wound up paying in interest and ongoing stress. Still, it's disappointing to have to shell out $ when you were expecting to get $.

At least I can save my online return and file it April.

Edit: Back to painting. This has been a fun day.

I've opened a couple windows -- to air out the apartment and allow the cats to smell the smells.

They smelled the smells for a while then got bored and left the windows.

It's just gorgeous!

A little venting...

I have spent the last 2 hours filling out my application for the bar exam. For whatever reason, North Carolina feels the need to have 38 fucking pages of information about me. The few other states I've checked ask for maybe 10.

They want to know:
1. Every place I've ever lived
2. Every place I've ever worked
3. Every debt I have, to include student loans
4. Transcripts from every college I've attended
5. And a copy of every law school application I have submitted

So far, it seems reasonable, but they also want 4 character references and 8 regular references from people who have known me for several years but aren't a) relatives, b) supervisers, c) law students, d) in the same household, or e) mentioned anywhere else in the application. I don't think I know that many people.

I can not believe I am paying them $850 for the pleasure of filling out this insane amount of paperwork. And this is the easy part!!!

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Holy monkey balls, Steph.

Why does commercial fruit-flavored yogurt have so much sugar in it? I just mashed up some blackberries and mixed them up with some plain yogurt, no sugar, and it tasted so much better than regular blackberry yogurt where all you taste is sugar. I think next time I try this I'll put in a little bit of sugar, because it could use some, but really just a tiny bit.

Also, at Whole Foods today, they had Spinach Feta Latkes in the prepared foods section. I think that, once you put feta into something, you really can't still call it by a Yiddish name.

they also want 4 character references and 8 regular references from people who have known me for several years but aren't a) relatives, b) supervisers, c) law students, d) in the same household, or e) mentioned anywhere else in the application. I don't think I know that many people.

Wow. That's really insane.

Wow. That's really insane. Why don't they just have the FBI background check all the Bar Exam applicants -- wouldn't that be easier?

And, what happens if you don't have a copy of every law school to which you applied?

Anne that stinks regarding the taxes. My DH took a swipe at ours and thought we owed about $1000. I sat down with them and came up with a refund of about $2000. My numbers are prettier than his numbers (and I knew he was wrong, because he's been out of work since Sept.)

Nonian, IIRC, my bar application was about 32 pages, and also a pain. I remember getting a lot of information about the jobs I'd had, etc., off my old tax returns. It's a pain, but once you have this information all in one place, it ends up being quite useful, and you'll probably need it again if you apply for any kind of gov't job. For the character references I used my parents' neighbors, so they were able to say they'd known me for 20+ years.

When I went to my Fitness & Character interview, the interviewer was an attorney who represented a man accused of child molestation years before in a case on which my mother sat on the jury (the trial was 9+ months, there were several defendants, and she was sequestered for 2 weeks). I think she and I talked more about that trial than my fitness or my character. I will never, ever forget one little boy testifying. He was about 7, cute as anything, and the prosecutor was working her way up to the more difficult questions.

Q: Do you have a girlfriend?

A: No. Well... (big pause, big smile, blushing) Well, there's my mom.