Saturday Night at a Wine Bar

When Brady and I disagree about something, he is almost always right. If we are talking about directions or a history fact, I am always, always wrong. This past Saturday night, I was right, I was so right. I was not happy that I was right, but I was right anyways.

We had plans to go to a wine bar with Brady's family at 7pm. At about 5pm, I started asking what we should do for dinner, should we eat before we leave or wait? Brady said, we are eating dinner there. I said, I don't think wine bars serve food, we should probably eat now. Brady said, no we are eating dinner there. Ok fine.

So we get to the wine bar and there is no food. Wait, you can get hummus or bruschetta. Both of which I'm pretty sure were from Trader Joe's. I'm not going to even get started on the wine. Or the wannabe Santana cover band that was playing. But I was so right, there was no food at the wine bar.

The wine bar was in a strip mall, with a bunch of places to eat. Other people were hungry too, so Brady was sent out to get Wahoo's. He returned with a bucket of frozen yogurt. Wahoo's was closed. I was starting to get annoyed. Not at Brady, just at the situation. Because I was hungry...and I was right, we should have eaten first. It's hard to drink crappy wine on an empty stomach. And I ain't gonna lie, if I don't eat, I get cranky. Sometimes, I try to play it off like my blood sugar is low and I'm hypoglycemic and I have to eat in a timely manner for health reasons, but I'm really just always hungry.

Plus the beer at the wine bar was super warm. Warm beer + no dinner + crappy cover band = a not amused Brady.



By the way, I chopped off all my hair! I love it! It's so much easier to style and so much fun. Plus by the time I'm sick of it, it will have grown back.

Eventually, someone went to BJ's and brought back a pizza. I have never seen a group of people tear into a pizza like they did at the wine bar. These were hungry, slightly tipsy people. That pizza didn't have a chance in hell of surviving.

I hope the wine bar proprietor takes the hint that when people have to leave your establishment in search of food and bring it back, maybe their should be some food on the menu.

An Attempt at a Little Video of a Little Puppy

This is a video of Mickey when she was about 5 months old. It's not that exciting of a video, although she does look cute in her little dress. I was really just playing around with Picasa's video and blogging features. I generally love all Google products, but I'm still trying to figure out Picassa. But, gmail rocks my world.

And this clearly didn't work, because I can't get the video to upload. Damn you Picasa, damn you.

So here is a picture of Mickey in her little dress to make up for the video fail.

Just Breathe

Today my firm gave a presentation to about 100 special ed staff members of a school district on the do's and don'ts of an IEP, how to analyze a request for due process hearing, and basic special ed law.

On Wednesday, I was informed that I would be giving part of the presentation. I loathe public speaking. Which is strange for a lawyer. I hate going to court. One of the reasons I like special ed law so much is that a vast majority of it is practiced via administrative hearings, which are like a trial with evidence and witnesses, but way less formal. Like you get to sit while you are examining a witness. I'm not sure why sitting makes it better, but it does.

Luckily, today's presentation was already written. All I had to do was review it and present it. I was feeling fine about it, until I got up to the podium. As background, let me also mention that my hair looked like stringy crap, my suit was way too big (which normally would be a good thing, but I looked like a little kid playing dress up), and oh yeah, I had a big glowing zit on the end of my nose that I tried to cover up with layers of makeup. I was not feeling at the top of my game by any means. I started to talk and I could hear that annoying quiver in my voice. The one that says, I'm so scared I might pee. Plus, I have never used powerpoint to give a presentation, so that was making me nervous as well.

I got through the talk, it was over, I could breathe again. I beat myself up all day about the presentation. I was convinced that I sounded like a young, immature, moron. At the end of the day, my boss emailed me. I saw the subject line, it said School District Talk. I thought, great I'm going to start my weekend by getting reamed for being a moron who can't talk with stringy hair and a zit on her nose. The email actually said that the district's special ed director was glowing with praise about my presentation and that my boss really appreciated me taking it on. Hallelujah! But, I still have that damn zit on my nose.

I'm An Athlete Too!

I want this haircut and I want it bad. I know that if I chop all my hair off, I will hate it and cry for it to grow back. But this haircut is so cute. But I know I look bad with short hair. But it looked cute (as evidenced below) when I was in high school! Of course, I was also super in shape which I'm not at all now. Especially since I haven't gone to the gym once this week. I'm not sure short hair would look good on my slightly puffy body.

This picture was my senior year in high school, this is my goal weight for my 30th birthday, 140 pounds. I'm posting this picture to remind myself to get my butt in gear, that I can do this, to disregard the mince meat pie and brownie I ate today (fyi: mince meat pie is good and it is not meat), to go to the gym and watch my points.



I would also like to point out, that despite having no athletic ability and being entirely too uncoordinated, I am the only child in my family with a high school varsity letter. My sister and brother are extremely athletic, but I am the one with the letter. I actually had two letters. One for waterpolo, where I played on the first girls' team at my high school and the other for academics. I was kinda nerdy as well in high school. And I wasn't all that good at waterpolo either, since it was the first year they let everyone on the team. But I worked my butt off dammit!

And yes, I realize I post about my hair and weight a lot. I'm trying to stay focused on my Weight Watchers journey. I can't explain the obsession with my hair.

Too Cute

How cute is my husband in his little league uniform? (The splotch on his lip is something on the photo, not something on his lip).



I don't know what year this is because I would have to ask Brady and then he would know that I was up to something and possibly displaying this picture on the interent, to which he might object. I do know that he led his league in home runs this year. While I may groan that Brady is way too obsessed with sports, I gotta admit, I do greatly appreciate the fact that my man is an athlete and knows how to talk sports. It's just so manly.

Bedroom Makeover, Take Two

Even though I just bought new bedding, I wasn't happy with it. It didn't quite match and it didn't have the sophisticated look I wanted. My mom buys new bedding constantly, apparently it's in our genes to want to constantly update our look. Macy's is having a huge home sale right now and I had that coupon for Michael's for 50% off.



This was Brady's nightstand. It's cute that he kept his hamper from when he was a little kid, but I'm over it being in our bedroom. And I looked inside it today, there was an old pair of shoes and a bunch of old hangers. Not even an efficient use of storage.



So a new bed ensemble ($50 for 7 pieces, such a deal) and a Ficus tree from Michael's. I think it looks a lot better. Although, right after I took this picture, Frank jumped on the bed andsnagged the bedspread. At least it was only $50.