Have I shared my bar exam story here before? I might have and it's not as dramatic, but...
Ellie was 7 weeks old when I took the bar so still nursing every 3 hours. I got permission to take my pump but they weren't going to give me any extra time. I nursed her right before I left and figured I would be okay until the lunch break. (Four hours away from when I left hotel.)
But there was a giant clusterfuck with administering the exam and we started almost 2 hours late. All I could think about those two hours was my about-to-explode boobs. But once I actually started the test, I was fine and honestly didn't think about it once. I chalk it up to amazing adrenaline and the fact that I knew I wouldn't see Ellie at lunch time. (Asked my mom to keep her away until dinner time.)
Our lunch was very short due to the delays in the am and I spent that time pumping, shoving a ham sandwich in my mouth, and reviewing outlines. The second day was much better.
Yeah, the people I know on Google+ are probably ten and twenty years younger than me, and half of them signed up with outlandish noms des souris.
God, people, this cupcake is insane. INSANE.
My new boss says that I can eat chocolate for breakfast because I'm young. I tried to tell him it's because I'm stupid, and I'm not actually young, but he refuses to believe me. He has a fairly neutral face--he could be my age, my apparent age, or ten years older. But how old is too old, medically, for choco-brekkie?
ita - the day after you're dead (possibly due to a stroke or heart attack)
If you ask my mom, 83 is STILL not too old, so I think you're good, ita.
Seriously. I'm not going to do it every day, but a couple days every now and again? Om to the nom om nom! I will eat fruit with lunch.
You're never too old for chocolate at anytime.
I'm only working a half-day today, thank Dog!! My boss is out next week, so I won't be able to take any other time off until I leave for my brother's wedding on the 18th. I'm working until 1:30 (didn't get in until 9:30), heading over for a swim (pool closes at 3:00, so I'll be swimming until then--last night's swim was packed with four of us in one lane, so I only did a half-mile before I bailed; today's swim will be longer to make up for that), then heading home and shoving the cat into her carrier so I can take her to the vet for claw-trimming.
I was going to head over to the apartment complex's pool to get some sun, but won't have the time until this weekend. I have to get some color on my legs before the wedding, so I've got to get over there on Saturday.
Oh, and I decided to try on some of the pants I got from my mom back in April. The size 20T jeans I couldn't even get past my thighs, so that was a big fail--I'll try those again in about 15 pounds. When I was putting them back on the hanger, the black pants they were sharing the hanger with looked a bit bigger to me, so I glanced at the tag. Since they were 20W and cut more generously, I figured it wouldn't hurt to try them on. Well, I'm wearing them right now, and it is FG!!! (I did have to unsnap them after finishing my breakfast [a few grapes, a hardboiled egg, and two sausage links], but they fit fine otherwise.)
Here I sit with NO CUPCAKE!
You may be too old for a cupcake, honestly.
The whole G+ thing annoys me regarding real names. What annoys me even more is the idea that people using real names on line somehow will make things more civil.
I get the feeling some people want Real Names Only on places like blogs, newspaper comments, G+ and others because they feel since you can't actually see someone in person using a Real Name is the next best thing. And it's not just Real Names, linking Facebook accounts to comments means people have access to more vastly more personal information than is given out In Real Life encounters.
Yes having a face to face conversation or being in a group in real life and talking versus online is different. But that doesn't mean you know everyone's name or that everyone is being honest or civil.
