ABA Journal GigaLawAs mush as I love December filled with festivities, fun, and feelings of excitement and hope, January is typically such a letdown – a total crash – historically filled with sadness pervaded by a sense of hopelessness. February is not much better. And Spring is super depressing to me.
“Life is what we make it.”
Shush up.
My thoughts are with everyone who has experienced loss and sadness during these past few weeks.
Not necessarily jumping on the proverbial bandwagon by liking this track – that’s not really my thing – but the song is catchy, sticks in my head, and true in that I may or may not have done and shared crazy “things” with some guy that later becomes “somebody that i used to know.”
Thoughts: I am uncomfortable watching this guy sing and it’s not because we share the same bra size.
Unique Cover by Walk Off the Earth
Thoughts: The guy singing the chorus needs some “vocal screaming” practice. His “somebody” sounds rough and it sounds like he ran out of breath in the first chorus. But, I like the female’s blond hair and I typically prefer dark hair to blond hair.*
*Not a hypocritical statement as I am not necessarily a fan of my hair color. On that note, I had a dream that Jimmy Fallon started off as a hair stylist and in an attempt to brush up on his skills, he de-blonded me. Weird. However, I thought he did a wonderful job and loved my newly darkened hair.
An intense wave of depression washed over me driving yesterday. I thought, “Would Kanye West ever be stuck on a Wednesday afternoon driving around Chicago wasting precious dollars in quarters trying to find an air machine that worked in order to fill up a tire on his thirteen year old Civic?” No, I don’t think so. #notBalling
I would be okay if I never heard or read the phrase “it’s a game-changer.”
Right now it should be snowing and not raining. And I should be sleeping and not staring at this screen
Jimmy Fallon is hosting SNL on December 17, 2011. That’s awesome.
8 7 11 9 6 6 6, plmkabA, PLEASE!!!!
love, vjf
Dear Diary,
I have been writing these letters to Santa, placing him up on this pedestal in my mind, thinking he could help me out in some unknown, but definite way. Then today I started looking at these photos of Santa posing with people and got creeped out. I started to think about the Santa situation and recalled how I was always afraid of the “concrete” Santas: the ones sitting in malls, standing outside stores collecting Salvation Army donations, and the one who always visited my family during our Christmas Eve parties. A dressed up Santa had the same effect on me as that of a clown in a travelling amusement park, Goofy at Great America, or Ribbie and Rhubarb at Comiskey Park (cka U.S. Cellular Field) in that they all freaked me out. Even today I try to avoid these people. Just this past weekend I encountered a traditionally dressed elf at a water park who “weirded-up” his ensemble by wearing stilts underneath his ensemble. I took extra precaution to ensure that I would not come into speaking distance of him and chose to take long-cuts when getting around the park.
So I feel a little dismayed and realize that I have been doing what so many people do to persons not a constant and consistent part of the everyday life and have come to be thrilled by the idea of Santa and not the person in actuality. People are flawed, I know this, but my image of Santa is one of perfection. He is a person free from all the complexities involved in a typical person’s life. Money troubles? What’s that-he’s got it covered. Family issues, no sweat, he and his wife love each other very much and there are no kids to muddy the circumstances. Friends? The elves are some of the most supportive and loyal friends a person can wish to have. No, in my head Santa is just a guy who does good things.
So I think it’s best that I stick to the Santa inside my mind because he seems the nicest, the kindest, and the most asexual of the bunch.
VJF
that it is a bad sign when during an interview with one temp agency the interviewer strongly recommends I Google chicago-legal-temp-agencies and register with as many as possible. Uhh, thanks? And this has been another episode of the story of my life.
But at least I have this exciting weekend planned with my sister, niece, and some other kid to celebrate Maddie’s birthday at Key Lime Cove. It is the perfect place for a selectively-semi-kid-friendly adult who dislikes water-related activities. They have free wi-fi, yes?
so hard to choose...
Dear Santa,
Is sarcasm a means to placement onto the “Naughty List?” Is this database encrypted? Do you have a good computer security team and system in place to prevent hacking?
Have a great day!
Love,
VJF (6662888)
The letter the firm sent me about the open position sounded very promising. Then I read “personable persons” to join our growing firm. Damn. I guess I am not qualified.
Hey, how’s it going? Busy time of the year for you, yes? I know, I know, I write you so many letters. But here’s the thing. Other people believe in God and I believe in you. Sort of. When they pray to god, I write to Santa. They have their crutch to get them through life and I have mine. So please read the following if and when you have time.
8 7 6 9, plmkabs, PLEASE!!!!
love, vjf
Devin Cate and Rudolph love the holiday season
Things I have been working on (or thinking about)
1) Develop a glass or invisible compound which will prevent frost and ice from forming on a car’s windows.
2) Develop a way to prevent cars from being blinded by the huge water splashes generated by semi-trucks traveling on two lane highways. Invisible force-field like (this one seems to have me a little stymied).
Awesome. A legal organization, and a non-profit at that, attempts to keep up with our technologically advanced society by developing a free app. Read more about the Illinois Legal Aid’s free app.
My niece is afraid I will embarrass her at her special Key Lime Cove sleepover. Wow, that hurts. 1) I am only an aunt; parents are supposed to be the ones to embarrass the kids. 2) I’m so cool. Seems almost impossible that I could embarrass some ” ‘tweens.” I guess my comment about telling her to bring her More Coke or Pepsi? scholastic book so that I could get to know her friend kind of sent out a warning.