My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

Sorry I’ve been lax with updates.  It’s partly because I’ve been busy at work, partly because nothing of note has happened recently (although this doesn’t usually prevent me from posting), and partly because I’m now a member of a secret, cult-like group blog recently started by a brilliant and hilarious friend of mine (in fact, I’ve probably divulged too much information already).  Unfortunately, I only have enough creativity/energy/material to post on one blog at a time.  Don’t worry though, I’m back now.  I apologize for straying, but the allure of a new blog proved too hard to resist.  I’m weak.

Besides, I’m a busy, important person…who spends entirely too much time reading any random article people bring to her attention (well, the second part of the statement is true at least).  This week alone, I’ve read about [WARNING:  some of these links are disturbing, click at your own risk] a two headed child, idiotic frat boys from Texas, a freakishly large lobster, and vicious chimpanzees. 

On a more mundane front: a friend of mine started her own blog today, which I’m really excited about, partly because she was inspired by this one (it’s been a blog-filled week); I’m going home to San Jose this weekend for some work and to celebrate both a friend and my little sister’s birthdays; I made it to the gym this morning for the first time in ages; and I’ve discovered the best tasting apples, ever.  These apples are like crack. 

[Update:  There’s been a new development.  These sonya apples may give the ambrosias a run for their money.]

A close friend from law school who (reluctantly) reads my blog (only because I send her the link to it practically every day with the demand that she read it) recently emailed me, “I hate to admit it, but you’re funny. At least in writing.”  Unbeknownst to me, I apparently managed to be completely humorless during my entire three years in Cambridge (with the exception of that time the wall jumped right in front of me after a night of drinking).  It started me thinking.  I like to consider myself as a somewhat funny person.  No stand up comedian certainly, but someone who elicits the occasional chuckle.  Maybe even a guffaw or two.  Mostly because I can laugh at myself, don’t mind if others join in (which they all too often do with disturbing enthusiasm), and don’t take too much too seriously.  But what if I’m wrong?  What if I’m totally and completely self-delusional? 

For example, I’ve recently developed a fondness for adding the phrase “and then he kicked me” to the end of any story I tell.  I find it hilarious and crack myself up for hours over it.  I’m now wondering if that’s akin to the five-year-old who finds using the word “poop” to be the height of comic genius?  Poop.  Heh.  Actually, that’s a classic. 

Note:  Please ignore this particular entry when evaluating my aforementioned funniness.  (This, by the way, is not an invitation to introduce me to the truth!  I’m sure this moment of self-doubt will pass quickly enough.  It’s a good thing I’m fickle and a little flighty.)

I hate to be so cliche, but thank God it’s Friday.  Although Friday does lose some of its charm when you have to come in early Saturday.  I received my first Friday 5:00pm call today; it came from the NY office.  I expect most of my weekend is effectively ruined.

Coincidently, we also received notice of our bonuses today.

In any case, I’m off to enjoy my Friday night before I have to face a Saturday at the office.  I’m going to a friend of a friend’s party, where we’ll no doubt see how many people can fit into a small, two bedroom apartment.  Rumor has it that there will be test tube shots and perhaps a test tube shot girl hired for the occasion.  That part doesn’t sound so fun, but I am excited about getting to wear these new gold shoes I bought recently (no, they’re not tacky, I promise!).  Oh, and if anyone has any advice on how to get this site to accept posts/responses, shoot me an email.  Despite my best efforts (i.e. hitting random buttons), I’m told it still isn’t working.  I’m baffled.     

A co-worker told me, as I was complaining (yet again) about all this holiday weight gain (while simultaneously consuming my fourth piece of chocolate), that “If you’ve lived a full life, you won’t go to your grave looking good, you’ll skid in sideways clutching a martini in one hand and a bar of chocolate in the other.”  Or something to that effect.  Of course, she’s from Texas.  Only people from Texas can get away with saying stuff like that (or things like “That dog won’t hunt”).  Anyways, I like it.  Am thinking of using it as the new tag line for my blog.  What do y’all think?  It’s either that or Diaries of a Corporate Lawyer.  Which either sounds kinda cool, or really, really lame.  Given my tendency towards all things lame, I venture to say it’s the later.  

By the way, I’ve had a few people mention that they can’t respond to the postings.  I think I’ve fixed it.  Just click on the link that says discuss, below the posts, and we’ll see what happens.  I do wish you all would respond.  As narcissistic as I am, I still like to know people are out there and I’m not the only one who finds my extremely boring life riveting. =)

I finished up work early today.  We’re still waiting for feedback on some of the stuff we submitted.  Had a scary moment when one of the more senior associates warned me that I may get a call at 3am to come into the office and help with revisions if the feedback arrives late.  It still hadn’t arrived when I left at 8:30, so there’s still the possibility, but given how little I know and how utterly unhelpful I’d be, it’s probably a slim possibility at best. 

Hi all!  Well, I’ve caved to the pressures of the blogging world.  And by that I mean a friend innocently suggested I start a blog and I quickly acquiesced.  A medium through which I can ramble on and on about the minutiae of my daily existence?  How did I not discover this sooner? =)  Plus, I figured those of you who were constantly being spammed with my Friday Updates would appreciate reading updates on my life only when you felt like it and not whenever I felt like sending out mass emails.  For as long as I maintain this blog at least.  I’m sure many of you know my fickleness and will share my skepticism at the longevity of this site…then again, I do so like to talk about myself, so who knows?

I drove down to LA last Friday and have spent the last few days in a whirlwind of drinking and furniture assembling (and disassembling in some cases).  I’ve sustained a mass of Ikea-related bruises, but rather foolishly keep going back.  Ikea’s like the abusive ex who keeps drawing you back despite all your good intentions.  In any case, the apartment’s starting to look decent, so I hope y’all come visit.  I need people here to appreciate it!  I keep intending to throw a housewarming party of some kind (gifts!), but currently don’t know enough people in LA to even fill up the couch.  I’m going to have to make new friends so I can throw the party so I can get gifts.  Cause really, isn’t that what housewarming parties are all about? =) 

Alright, it’s getting late and movers are coming over bright and early tomorrow (or so they said, which, given my recent dealings with movers, really means they might make it over here sometime next week).  Night all.

Looks like I’m up and running!