6 Months Later....

For those of you who have bugged me to return.....this one's for you.

Let's see. Where to start.

I attended a 30 hour LSAT prep course in May. It was hellish. I was stuck in a classroom for 30 hours over a period of 3 days with spoiled rich kids whose sense of entitlement was quite a spectacular spectacle. During introductions one proud 22 year old boy announced that because he expects payment up front he will focus on tax law. It took everything in me not to walk up to him and slap that smirk right off his face. I can't wait to see him get knocked down a few pegs when he's out in the real world.

I wrote the LSAT in early June and concluded that if there is a hell, it would consist of writing ridiculous standardized tests prepared by pompous and arrogant Americans. Nearly six hours of trying to induce my brain to function at full capacity. Futile task really. I just don't think in those sorts of terms: I am neither analytical nor logical. But that doesn't mean I'm not smart. Standardized tests do nothing to test the boundaries of intelligence, particularly law school admissions tests. It produces a number and that is all. I am so relieved that my application will be based on experience and merit as opposed to a number because then I wouldn't have a hope in hell.

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I attended a golf tournament last week. I was told it was an "executive course". I'm not entirely sure what that means exactly but someone explained to me that it's a shorter course with only par 3 or par 4's. Sounds like a plausible explanation I suppose.

We rented a golf cart this year and I discovered the accessible beer can holders. Eureka! I and the beer truck girl became fast friends. I did a little golfing too but once again found myself confused over what number "stick" to use. I don't know why there are so many of them when in all reality, only 3 are required: 1 to hit the ball far; one to hit it not-so-far; and one to just tap it in the hole. Simple. Why make the game so confusing?

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I made my debut in a fashion show over the weekend, a fundraiser for a Lac du Bonnet organization called "Women Supporting Women". I felt like SUCH a nerd at first, but I got into it in no time at all. I had practiced my "blue steel" look for weeks prior but was too nervous to actually produce it. For the most part my heart was jumping out of my chest but you know what they say..... never let 'em see you sweat. It's how I live my life really. I rarely know what the hell I'm doing - I just give the impression that I do. So I pranced around modelling these beautiful dresses and outfits and smiled into the crowd praying I wouldn't trip. Walk, stop, pause, turn, walk, stop, pause, turn, walk.....suck in the stomach, push back the shoulders, smile, put one foot in front of the other.....there was a LOT to remember! It was quite exhausting really.

I've been invited to return next year so I couldn't have done all that bad. Besides, show me a girl who doesn't like to dress up and wear fancy clothes and jewellery! How could I possibly say no?

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My teenage man-child is gearing up to take his road test in a couple weeks. I feel old.

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I'm still smoking despite 3 attempts to quit over the last few months, 1 of which was really quite serious. I am so weak.

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Coors Light Iced Tea isn't very good. Beer is supposed to taste like beer, not tea.

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I have returned to work on nearly a full-time basis. I have kept my Wednesdays off for a couple reasons: First, I'm taking a summer session course at the U, and second, why not.

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And lastly, I am having a most difficult time trying to decide if I should bring a bottle of rum or a bottle of vodka home from my little trip to Minni this weekend. Decisions, decisions.