Liz Pool Goes To Law School

Following the Lead of Aunt Sam

2010-10-10T22:41:00.007-04:00

Recently the aunt of a friend of mine passed away and I found myself completely wrapped up in the story of Aunt Sam's life. I never met Aunt Sam, and have only seen her once at my friend's wedding. I wish I had known at that time what an impact Aunt Sam would have on me.

While checking facebook for a standard morning session, I happened upon the link to her obituary, so I thought I would check it out. Her obituary shared a link to a recent blog she posted, which is really when the impact was made. Aunt Sam wrote a very in depth post about how she and her husband met, and it was a true demonstration of the love they share. She explained that a friend asked her to share this story which was truly inspiring, and an incredible gift to leave with her husband.

Post by post I felt myself becomming more attached to Aunt Sam. You see, although Aunt Sam was a quadriplegic, she was so much more. She loved nature, her family, art, and had a HUGE heart! She was such an inspiration, and was never negative about her disability.

Aunt Sam candidly shared the story of the car accident where she became disabled, and it was the most compelling thing I have read in quite a while. She said that God was repeatedly telling her not to go out that night in His still small voice, but she didn't listen. It's so true; God's voice is ever small, and it's only when we slow down and really listen to what He is telling us that we hear Him. As I was reading I began to wonder how many times He was talking to me and I didn't even realize it. Aunt Sam taught me to slow down and listen for what God wants to tell me because it'll never be written in the clouds or come out as the voice of James Earl Jones as the thunder rolls.

I'm certain that Aunt Sam learned this lesson after her accident almost 24 years ago, because I'm certain that it was God's still small voice telling her through a friend to memorialize the love she and her husband shared. It was like... Magic.

Clear the Mechanism

2010-09-14T23:02:00.000-04:00

Have you ever seen “For Love of the Game” with Kevin Costner and Kelly Preston? In my opinion it is one of the best baseball movies ever made. I’ve watched it more times than I would like to admit, but each time I learn something new, or see a new way the writers used baseball to symbolize life.

The part that sticks out most in my mind is when Kevin Costner is on the mound preparing to pitch, and before he throws that first ball, he says “clear the mechanism.” This technique works for him most of the time, and when the mechanism is clear everything else fades away. He doesn’t hear the fans, his mind isn’t invaded with outside thoughts, and he is totally focused on his game and the job at hand.

Why isn’t there a way in real life to “clear the mechanism”? Why can’t we just clear out all the things we don’t want to think about – the heartache, the loss, the sadness, the anger, the hate, the hurt, the fear, the frustration, the guilt? Do these feelings make us better? Do they make us stronger? Or do they hold us back from what we could achieve without being bogged down by these emotions?

I don’t really know the answer, but I do know that sometimes things would be so much easier if we could just clear the mechanism.

Last Rodeo - My First Attempt at Fiction

2010-09-06T23:40:00.003-04:00

Ok, so I had an assignment for my writing class to write something that could be fact or fiction, but it had to follow a certain set of rules. This is what I came up with - inspired by the Brooks & Dunn Last Rodeo Tour, which was SO MUCH fun!!! See if you can figure out what the certain rule was that we had to follow...

The Last Rodeo

As he was staring out the old barn window, he thought how ironic the weather was.

“Buddy, are you ready?” Jim said peeking his head in the barn door.

“Come on, man. We still have another twenty minutes,” Hank said almost more to himself than to his friend.

Determined to put this off as long as possible, Hank slowly turned around and looked at Jim. Everything on his face said he understood what Hank was going through. Fourteen years before was Hank’s first rodeo, and today was his last.

“Go get your stuff together, and I’ll hitch the trailer,” Jim said.

Hank looked at Jim and thought how thankful he was to have such a good friend. In the back of his mind Hank knew that he couldn’t get through this without Jim. Jim had been there for every single tough time in Hank’s life – his mom’s passing, his divorce, and now this. Kathy left with the kids six years ago because she couldn’t live the rodeo life anymore, and if it hadn’t been for Jim, Hank was certain he wouldn’t be here today to take his final run.

Layering his chaps on his arm, Hank realized he was finally doing the right thing for himself and hopefully his future, as well. Making his way to the heavy red door, he looked around the barn, took a deep breath inhaling the conflicting scents of the grain and leather oil, turned around and headed out.

Now, walking in to the stadium, Hank looked around wondering where Kathy was sitting, or even if she was here.

On the opposite side of the arena, Kathy recognized that look in Hank’s eye, which instantly affirmed what she already knew. Perhaps it was because she was feeling the very same thing. Questioning whether it was just the emotion of the day, or something more, Kathy looked down the row to the faces of her two children wondering if they were hoping the same thing.

Realizing their mom was heading their way, Hanks children, Henry and Lizzie, tried to act like they hadn’t noticed that look on their mom’s face they had seen so many times before, while also hoping maybe this time would be different.

Straddling the stall wall, Hank looked at Jim again, nodded to his friend, and hopped on his bull. Throughout his career, Hank always got the same feeling before the gate opened, and for the first time he was actually thankful this would be the last time. Under the lights, Hank braced himself on the horn of the saddle, ready for the signal bell and the gate to open.

Veering immediately to the right, the bull took off, giving Hank the ride of his life. Wildly bucking and kicking, the bull did all he could to lose his rider, but Hank followed the instinct it seemed he was born with, not letting go until long past the eight second horn. Xerxes finally gave up, stopping dead in his tracks - almost like he knew the magnitude of this night – and let his rider relish in the audience’s applause.

“Yeehaw!” Jim yelled out while running from the back gate toward his friend in the middle of the arena, then stopped dead in his tracks when he realized what was happening. Zealously darting toward Hank was Kathy, Henry, and Lizzie; the family embraced, and a solitary tear ran down Hank’s face as he finally understood that he was the only thing they had wanted all along.

The Hiatus is OVER - Let me tell you about my summer...

2010-08-20T00:36:00.002-04:00

When asked to write about my experience at Georgia Justice Project this summer, I was overwhelmed with so many thoughts and emotions that the task quickly became overwhelming. How was I supposed to put into words the experience I had there? How could I ever begin to quantify the friendships I made, and the impact these people had on me? The answer to those questions is easy: I can’t. I know no way to fully express the effect this experience had on me, so please bear with me, read between the lines, and understand that there is so much more I wish I was eloquent enough to say.

When driving to Atlanta for my interview I told my two classmates (yes, we were carpooling to go interview against each other for a job!) that they were probably better suited for a job like this because I had the heart of a prosecutor, fully believed in consequences for poor behavior, and even worse – I’m a CONSERVATIVE! (Gasp!) As we got off the exit at Edgewood Avenue in South East Atlanta, I reiterated that I was certain they were better suited for this job because I “wasn’t comfortable” with this part of town. (Whatever, I’m totally a local now.)

Something (although very small) changed in me as we pulled in the parking lot of the converted old gas station. I began to think of the history of this neighborhood, and wondered how many great civil rights leaders might have stopped to get gas here, or maybe buy a Coke. Walking in to the building sparked that curiosity even further, and I allowed myself to fully acknowledge that this organization had a specific purpose for being here, and I couldn’t help but be intrigued.

The interview started with a short video highlighting clients, their families, organization board members and volunteers, as well as staff members. By the time eight minutes had passed, I wanted so badly to be a part of this… this thing, this community presence, this change, this progress, this force, this idea that had grown from something so small into something as important as Georgia Justice Project is today. My interview with Ron Boyter solidified that desire. I felt like I just had lunch with an old friend, and I felt like I belonged there. (Sidenote: I was certain I did not get the job because I was totally honest about my prosecutor heart, and because the interview felt more like chatting with a friend than an interview. I mean, I wasn’t even asked to share my 3 strength and weaknesses as they pertained to this position. Every real interview has that question, right!?!)

A few weeks later I received an e-mail from Professor Tim Floyd congratulating me and offering me the job! Because of a mix-up with resumes, I was certain this was a mistake. I visited Professor Floyd’s office to clear things up, to which he assured me there had been no mistake. I (again) explained my concerns about being the right fit to which I got a response that resonated in me. Professor Floyd told me that he was absolutely certain I was the right fit for the job, and that this was going to be a summer I would never forget. He told me he was excited about the experience I would have with this organization he had been closely involved with for years. This professor I didn’t know well at the time had fully put his faith in me and my abilities, and was excited for me! I felt a lot of pressure at this point to meet his expectations, as well as to represent my school the best I possibly could. Thus begins my career with GJP.

From the moment I walked in the front doors on day one I felt one hundred percent part of the GJP family. Upon meeting Doug Ammar for the first time, (I was nervous for about the first thirty seconds) I quickly realized that he would be a great source of education and constant encouragement. I was thrilled to learn that I would be working on real cases affecting real people and was so eager to take part in a justice system I respect so much.

Never in my life did I believe my opinion would be respected so much, but I experienced that all summer long from every single person I encountered; everyone from the clients and their families, to fellow interns, to the social work, fundraising, and landscape staff, to seasoned lawyers who had been doing this work for years actually listened, cared, and considered my thoughts. I mattered there, but more importantly the work I was doing there mattered.

My work at Georgia Justice Project taught me so much more than courtroom etiquette and procedure. It taught me that the preconceptions I had about criminals were nothing but misconceptions. This experience taught me that the only difference between me and our clients was a few decisions made along the way. It taught me that I can look in the eye of an alleged murderer and genuinely want nothing but the best for them because they are a real person, with a real family just like mine, and a mom and dad at home who just miss their child. I learned that wanting the best for your client does not always mean you want them to walk. I also learned, however, that I should never forget the other side no matter what kind of law I practice, especially if a victim is involved. It taught me that I believe so strongly in the system of justice in our country that even when it doesn’t work out how I want it to, I still respect it. I also learned, however, that more often than not the system will not work out exactly how I think it should. I learned that there are more flaws in our system than I can count, or ever attempt to remedy, but we put our faith in it every single day because the face of a client’s child is burned in our mind.

Georgia Justice Project broke down barriers I didn’t even know existed inside me, and I will be forever grateful. I now see success not as a favorable verdict in the courtroom, but as a former client finishing a long day of landscaping with their head held high heading home to a family they can help support and be an active part of, all the while knowing that they have another family at GJP cheering them on with every single step.

Public Service Announcement

2010-02-12T15:09:00.000-05:00

Disclaimer: I have nothing against Valentine's Day. I don't necessarily think it's worth spending hundreds of dollars and buying large ticket gifts for your love, however, I think it's a great reason to do dinner and a movie with the person you love when sometimes life gets so busy that you don't get in the standard "date night" as often as you'd like. Even for single people like me, it's a great opportunity to go see that romantic comedy with your girlfriends that no guys would want to watch with you anyway.

With that being said, someone must stop these Valentine's gift commercials. Specifically, the PAJAMA GRAM! I would like to take this opportunity to let all you guys out there know that I can't think of any women who wants a pajama gram for Valentines. Further, I'm certain that NO WOMAN IN THE WORLD wants this year's newest design: The Hoodie Footie Snuggle Suit (which now appears to be so popular it is currently SOLD OUT!). Pajama Gram has reached a new low in designing a pajama outfit that will make a woman look like a teletubbie. Come on people, are you involved in some kind of conspiracy to stop all sex from ever happening again?? This Hoodie Footie nightmare is capable of accomplishing nothing less and I am actually fearful about the consequences this could have on our future. Maybe the government really owns the Pajama Gram company and is simply trying to address the concern of over-population. I feel like there must be another way...

And for other Valentine commercials that must stop:
Vermont Teddy Bear
ProFlowers

Life update

2010-02-10T12:29:00.004-05:00

Hi all,
I've been hearing many concerns lately regarding the absence of my blog posts. I am quite flattered by the inquiry and think it's time for an update. While the lack of posts may lead you to believe that nothing exciting or new is going on in my life, it is quite the opposite.

I'm not sure if I told you, but I found out in the Fall that I was selected to be a part of Mercer's Moot Court program. This was a huge honor and I was really excited about the opportunity to compete on behalf of Mercer. What is Moot Court, you ask? It's an oral advocacy program where a competition gives a problem to students, the student team writes a "brief" on the issue(s), and then prepares to argue both sides of the issue for a competition in front of a faux appellate level court or Supreme Court. What is this brief I speak of? Well, it is nothing of the sort. It is a rather long, and involved, written argument that gives much more depth that the short time for oral argument a team is allotted.

I was selected to compete on the Charleston Constitutional Law team. Our problem was released in mid-December (that's right - during exams), and the brief was due during the first week in January. With just three weeks to write this thing, much of my Christmas break consisted of case research and writing. As soon as the brief was due, and during the first week back at school, we started out oral argument practice. Practice was every day for one or two hours. It was exhausting, but also kind of fun in a crazy way.

The competition was held this past weekend and it was so much fun! My partner, Crystal, and I did not advance to the top 8 teams, but we learned a lot during the arguments and got some great feedback from the judges. The 3L team from Mercer did an awesome job at the competition and actually won the WHOLE THING!!! It was really cool to be there and share that with them.

So, what now? Now it's time to attempt to catch up with my life, friends, and family. I've been absent from it all. Oh, and I'm also heading up a charity auction the first week of March with my friends in AWLS. I think after March 4th I'm not going to know what to do with my life. If you are a praying person, please remember me when you lay down at night, and if not, please forgive me if I don't call as often, or if I appear somewhat frazzled at times :)

Dear law school, China called and wants its stress back.

2009-12-07T17:18:00.002-05:00

This place is crazy around exam time. There is an unreal pressure to do your best, be the best, and to accomplish this goal any way that you can. Do you help your neighbor in the true blue American way? Hell no! You withhold anything "good" you have from your neighbor in hopes that he suffers without it, there by making him fall more than he seserves to and hopefully boosting you up farther than you deserve.

Law school is a trust no one, help no one, and kill your little girls kind of place.

I'm not sure I'll ever understand this mentality, nor will I subscribe to it. For some reason, I just cannot force myself to "hide the goods" from someone or receive valuable information and not share. Perhaps that's why I'm not ranked the top 10 in my class. To be honest, I'm not interested in the pressure. I'll take my average grades and average ranking from this place if it means I can leave here with the peace of mind that I had real friends while I was here and I did all I could to help them advance while helping myself at the same time.

So, here's to taking 3 more exams (1 down already - woo hoo!!) and being halfway to the finish line while still being able to trust my friends, help my friends, and hopefully save the little girls. After all, girls have their benefits too!

A Crash Course on Wills

2009-12-02T10:21:00.008-05:00

These things make law school bearable, and even enjoyable at times. This class is oddly my favorite thus far...

Professor Quotes:
I’m not exactly a beach party hunk, but come one people, vampires are wimps.

I don't mean to offend Democrats. I'm not a Republican either. I'm anti-everybody.

In this case the distribution is to the surviving descendants of the deceased descendants of the decedent. Just kill of a whole branch of the family...not literally of course...

We had family stress b/c the person bringing dressing to Thanksgiving didn't show and we had that store brought brand that tastes like gooey crackers...Stove something...no that's not it.

You know, with a little encouragement, Anna Nicole Smith could have been really talented.

Many of the modern women in the early 1900s who were really progressive were considered to be erotic...er...neurotic, oh boy there ya go.

The subsequent will prior to the revocation of the subsequent revocation revoked the revacotory act on the prior will, so you revert to the initial will not the prior will or revoking subsequent will revoking the prior will.

Your client may not want that person's child to inherit. That child might have lived in Thailand working for 20 years...and sends back straannnge pictures. Strange pictures. Uh, oh...murmer mumble, professionalism...mumble mumble.

THOSE GOD-FORSAKED ACTIVITST JUDGES FROM 50 YEARS AGO!

I wonder how much O'Douls it would take to kill a liver? I don't know... What? I drink it, don't you?

If people went back and looked over what I've been looking at on the internet, they'd think I'm very strange.

What the Hell! "SLASH OPEN HER THROAT!

Get a high quality ribbon to tie around the will envelope. Get someone who can tie a nice little bow, cause if you're like me it will look like a gila monster did it. And remember, the most important conversations in life: sex, drugs, alcohol and where you store your ribbon-wrapped will.

A will doesn't always account for whether someone messes up and becomes a Unitarian...or Democrat...pick your poison.

Isabelle goes to Law School?

2009-11-16T13:30:00.002-05:00

Ok, so I know it's been a long time since my last post (yes, 2 month too long), but I just had to share this with you...

Today after class Isabelle and I went on our typical morning walk to the law school and then to play on the front lawn. The school has a fenced in area in the front and Isabelle likes to run around out there.

She is always friendly to the people walking by and usually takes it upon herself to greet everyone that she can. Today a guy walked up to the front porch and sat ona rocking chair to do some reading. I thought nothing of it when Isabelle went up to him and he happily greeted her. At this point a girl came out of the front door of the school, so naturally Isabelle had to greet her also. (We play no favorites.)

Next thing I knew, girl was holding the door open far too long as Isabelle took off inside the school! I ran to the front door as fast as I could (which was not the most graceful thing because I'm wearing a dress), but when I got in the building, Isabelle was nowhere to be seen. Of course it's about the time classes are getting out, so there is just a sea of people, most of whom were staring in one direction. This small clue indicated the exact direction she went. So, again I take off running down the hall, and finally, at the end of the hall there is Isabelle wagging her tail and soaking up all the attention she was getting. (A special thanks to Katie Willett for recognizing my dog and grabbing her collar before she ran into the classroom where class was actually still going on!)

So, needless to say, no matter how many times I try to tell her otherwise, Isabelle still want to go to law school.

Party like it's 1999!

2009-09-14T11:53:00.002-04:00

Ok, so my 10 year high school reunion was this weekend. Let me tell you - it was one of the most fun nights of my life!!

My friend Kate and I were in charge of planning the event. The whole process was a little overwhelming, scary at times, and a crazy roller coaster ride, but when all was said and done, it was well worth it and I would do it a hundred times over again. We knew that the great people we graduated with deserved to have a great reunion, but we never realized just how much it meant to everyone. It was such a gift as each and every person I talked to expressed their gratitude for the hard work we had done. The thing is, though, that we were equally as grateful to them for coming, supporting us, and sharing in the memories with us. For some reason, ten years seems like a huge milestone in life and it was so wonderful to have all these people to share it with. I certainly am a fortunate person so having so many special people in my life!!

So, here's to the Class of 1999, to the great fun on Saturday night, to the many more memories we'll share, and to the milestones we'll encounter as one group of friends from way back. We won't forget when we grow up, but then we'll have grown apart. Yet Griffin High will have a place in each and every heart!!

Playing the Field

2009-09-09T13:08:00.002-04:00

I know it's been a long time since my last post, so I apologize. Life has been crazy busy and school is taking a TON of time. But - in honor of my favorite time of year, I'd like to leave you all with a nugget of goodness. Ladies and Gentleman, football season is here!!

Football Season
North v. South

Women's Accessories:
NORTH: Chap Stick in back pocket and a $20 bill in the front pocket.
SOUTH: Louis Vuitton duffel with two lipsticks, waterproof mascara, and a fifth of bourbon. Money not necessary - that's what dates are for.

Stadium Size:
NORTH: College football stadiums hold 20,000 people.
SOUTH: High school football stadiums hold 20,000 people.

Fathers:
NORTH: Expect their daughters to understand Sylvia Plath.
SOUTH: Expect their daughters to understand pass interference.

Campus Decor:
NORTH: Statues of founding fathers.
SOUTH: Statues of Heisman trophy winners.

Homecoming Queen:
NORTH: Also a physics major.
SOUTH: Also Miss America .

Heroes:
NORTH: Rudy Giuliani
SOUTH: Archie, Peyton & Eli Manning

Getting Tickets:
NORTH: 5 days before the game you walk into the ticket office on campus.
SOUTH: 5 months before the game you walk into the ticket office on campus, make a large financial contribution and put name on a waiting list for tickets.

Friday Classes After a Thursday Night Game:
NORTH: Students and teachers not sure they're going to the game, because they have classes on Friday.
SOUTH: Teachers cancel Friday classes because they don't want to see the few hung over students that might actually make it to class.

Parking:
NORTH: An hour before game time, the University opens the campus for game parking.
SOUTH: RVs sporting their school flags begin arriving on Wednesday for the weekend festivities. The really faithful arrive on Tuesday.

Game Day:
NORTH: A few students party in the dorm and watch ESPN on TV.
SOUTH: Every student wakes up, has a beer for breakfast, and rushes over to where ESPN is broadcasting "Game Day Live" to get on camera and wave to the idiots up north who wonder why "Game Day Live" is never Broadcast from their campus.

Tailgating:
NORTH: Raw meat on a grill, beer with lime in it, listening to local radio station with truck tailgate down.
SOUTH: 30-foot custom pig-shaped smoker fires up at dawn. Cooking accompanied by live performance from the Dave Matthews Band,... who come over during breaks and ask for a hit off bottle of bourbon.

Getting to the Stadium:
NORTH: You ask "Where's the stadium?" When you find it, you walk right in.
SOUTH: When you're near it, you'll hear it. On game day it is the state's third largest city.

Concessions:
NORTH: Drinks served in a paper cup, filled to the top with soda.
SOUTH: Drinks served in a plastic cup, with the home team's mascot on it, filled less than half way with soda, to ensure enough room for bourbon.

When National Anthem is Played:
NORTH : Stands are less than half full, and less than half of them stand up.
SOUTH: 100,000 fans, all standing, sing along in perfect four-part harmony.

The Smell in the Air After the First Score:
NORTH: Nothing changes.
SOUTH: Fireworks, with a touch of bourbon.

Commentary (Male):
NORTH: "Nice play."
SOUTH: "Dangit, you slow idiot - tackle him and break his legs."

Commentary (Female):
NORTH: "My, this certainly is a violent sport."
SOUTH: "Dangit, you slow idiot - tackle him and break his legs."

Announcers:
NORTH: Neutral and paid.
SOUTH: Announcer harmonizes with the crowd in the fight song, with a tear in his eye because he is so proud of his team.

After the Game:
NORTH: The stadium is empty way before the game ends.
SOUTH: Another rack of ribs goes on the smoker, while somebody goes to the nearest package store for more bourbon, and planning begins for next week's game.

Nothing else in the universe comes even halfway close to the glories of Southern football!

Day in Court

2009-07-31T16:30:00.002-04:00

So let me tell you, it has been a day! Court today has been highly entertaining and I must admit that this civil stuff can get as much, if not more interesting than most criminal cases out there!! I mean, really, what are people thinking?? That has been my phrase during my internship. I have seen more craziness than I ever expected and honestly do not know what people are thinking.

Here is my public service announcement for the week: If you are crazy, don't get married. If your partner is crazy, don't get married. If you think for one minute that either you or your partner has the potential to ever become crazy, don't get married. Divorces are expensive, and are likely to make every piece of your business a permanent part of public record.

But, boy do I have the stories...

Last Spain Installment...

2009-07-27T16:33:00.002-04:00

Madrid
July 7th – July 9th
We got to Madrid late in the afternoon on Tuesday and were completely exhausted! Fortunately our train got delayed for two hours on the tracks (when did you think you would ever hear that statement??) and allowed us to get a little more sleep than we would have otherwise. We soon settled in to our hotel rooms, showered, and while Jared and Kyle slept, the three of us headed out to Plaza Mayor for a much needed meal.

Wednesday morning after breakfast Pattie and I sent Ashley, Jared and Kyle off to catch their flight to Rome and Pattie and I ventured into the city to explore more of Madrid. We quickly found some great shopping and bought a few last items to remind us of our trip to Spain. We then wandered around some more, stumbling upon the royal palace, cathedral, and some other beautiful buildings. After a small break for packing, we walked over to the Prado (Spain’s famous art museum) and then walked around the royal gardens before enjoying one last dinner of tapas and sangria as we toasted to our great adventure abroad and remembered all we had seen and done during the course of this trip. We realized that we had traveled to 12 cities in five different countries over the course of the past six weeks. This trip has been an amazing experience and one that I will never forget.

As I write this I am sitting on a plane headed to Dallas before connecting to Atlanta. The life that is awaiting me at home is going to be a little different from the one I left just six weeks ago; however, I also realize that the person going back is changed, as well. I have a new sense of adventure that I never realized before, as well as a renewed appreciation for other cultures. This trip has made me realize even more so that I cannot be a slave to my job or the almighty dollar. I will make it a priority to see as much of this world as I possibly can and experience the many new and different things that it encompasses. So, for all of you out there who have ever wanted to go somewhere new, and experience something different - spend the money, take the time off work, and go. Life is too short to spend it waiting for someday to come.

Customer Service??

2009-07-23T13:04:00.003-04:00

Ok, so yesterday I was in the drive-through at Wendy's at Hwy 85 and Summit Pointe in Fayetteville (closest place to the courthouse) to get a diet coke (because I was literally dying in court and needed caffeine ASAP!), and my total was $1.37, right? So I drive up to the first window as instructed and have $1.32 in my hands and am counting the remaining 5 pennies out of my wallet. Well this was apparently not good enough for Shaniqua (real name, but not sure of spelling), so she proceeded to say (and I quote), "Honey, you need ta keep yo change. You holding up my drive through countin them muhneys." I then replied with, "Hmm. Ok, well I'm giving you this $1.32 that I already have, plus these additional 5 pennies that I just counted, which should make it $1.37, and I believe that is the total cost of my diet coke. Thanks so much!" (really fake smile).

Are you kidding me people? Maybe I overeacted, but this really pissed me off. So... I called the restaurant (term used loosely). Lucky for me the phone number was printed clearly on the receipt right under "Tell us about your experience." The girl that answered the phone sounded very much like Shaniqua, but stated she was not, and she was, in-fact, the manager. I shared my experience with her and this was her reply (this is not a lie), "Ma'am, I am sorry about your experience, but I'm sure the reason you are such a devoted Wendy's customer is because of our speedy drive-through." My reply to her was, "It's definitely not because of your courteous service." She continued to say that Wendy's prides itself on speedy service which is when I decided that this was a moot argument and that we definitely did not see things the same way. I also decided that this was the last diet coke I would ever order from them. Next time I'll just drive the extra half-mile and go to Chick-fil-A where they even have diet Dr. Pepper. Yum!!

Running of the Bulls - Festival of San Fermin

2009-07-20T12:56:00.002-04:00

Pamplona
July 6th – July 7th
I’m not sure really where I should even start with this trip. First, we met Ashley’s brother Jared and his friend Kyle, and then our friend Jennifer who we did our Granada program with at the Madrid train station. We all gathered our stuff and shoved it all in lockers for the night, headed to the bull run with only our purses and a couple of backpacks. We had no place to stay in Pamplona, and were planning to stay up all night, enjoy the festival of San Fermin and secure a place on the street to watch the running of the bulls. We weren’t sure of what to expect, but we knew we were definitely in for the experience of a lifetime!

When we arrived in Pamplona, there was an undeniable energy in the air and a buzz of excitement in all the people we passed. We made our way from the train station to the fair for some tapas and drinks to start off the night. We enjoyed some delicious patatas bravas (a yummy Spanish dish!), a Spanish tortilla, and of course, some bread with ham. No Spanish meal would ever be complete without bread and jamon (Spanish word for ham, usually cured and more like prosciutto than the lunch meat we’re used to). After our meal, we ventured over to use the restrooms. Now this was an experience! Never in my life have I seen anything like it. I used to think the outhouse at Cass Lake was bad, but this was on a whole new level. The porta-pottie style restrooms were stalls with holes in the floor to pee in. Seriously, folks. I. Had. To. Pee. In. A. Hole. In. The. Ground. Gross! After you go, you push the little flush button which basically sends a rush of water out of this pipe thing and as you’re standing there, you’re not sure if it’s the water or your own urine that is spraying all over your ankles. At this point, I knew I was in for an experience.

Crazy begins...

After the fair and the bathroom experience, we ventured up the hill and into the city. We first stopped at a little shop to buy our red scarves (a necessary item for San Fermin) and were greeted by the most charming old woman you could ever meet. She was so excited we were all there to celebrate this festival in her city and she quickly had each of our scarves folded properly and tied around our necks. When we left the store, we had no idea what we were about to experience. We went up the hill a little more, turned the corner and entered another world. People were packed in the streets, most of them wearing outfits of all white with red sashes and scarves. The white, however, was a purple tint on most of the people from the sangria or red wine that had been poured all over them during the course of the day. Music was blaring out from all of the bars and restaurants and as we took each step, you would feel the crunch of shattered glass beneath your feet. It was complete anarchy. So much that one guy ran up to us and yelled “You are no longer in Spain. This is Basque Country now!!” We saw numerous people, men and women, going to the bathroom in the streets, and walked through more urine than I care to think about.

We soon realized that we could not hang with these folks and ventured up the hill some more. We were fortunate to come upon a little place with live music and a somewhat more subdued party. We quickly made friends with some guys from New Zealand and settled in for the evening. We were superbly entertained by a drunk man with an umbrella who got on the stage and found ourselves really enjoying the festival of San Fermin. This place was extremely charming, and the New Zealanders and I decided that it had once been a church and in the attached building housed friars.

Cheers!

Crazy dancing man

At about 1a.m. the party started dying down at the church and we headed back into town to hang out in the square of “Dead Man’s Corner.” This place was a lot of fun, and is also quite famous for being the most dangerous stretch of the run because of the sharp curve. If someone is going to get hurt, this is usually the place where it happens. After resting for a little while near a park, we headed back to dead man’s corner to secure a place on the fence to watch the run. When we got there at 4a.m. the city officials were putting up the fence and we set up camp for the remainder of the night. As the night turned into morning the square filled with more and more people, and by the time the run was about to start, we were literally shoved against the fence unable to take even one step back. While each one of us had grown extremely weary, we were ready for 8a.m. to come and for the run to start. I knew that this was one of those life experiences that you may only have once, and I was excited to witness it. After a couple of false alarms, at 8a.m, almost like thunder, you could hear the bulls approaching and see the anticipation in many of the runners eyes as they prepared for the run of their life. I could barely see anything, but I caught a glimpse of the bulls racing past and it was incredible to see the people trying to outrun, or outsmart these 2000 lb. animals as they charged ahead. And just like that – it was over. All six bulls had run by toward the ring, the runners were recovering from their adrenaline rush, as we began our trek back to the train station to find a warm place to sit and recover from our long night and incredible experience in Pamplona.

The runners getting ready to go

Off they go...

God Bless A-MEHR-ica!

2009-07-18T18:56:00.005-04:00

Sevilla
July 3rd – July 6th
Ashley, Pattie and I arrived in Sevilla on Friday afternoon ready to explore another one of Spain’s gems. It was really odd to leave our friends (new and old) behind, as we had become so close in such a short time; especially the boys. Luke, who has been a friend since the beginning of law school was off to Amsterdam to meet some of our other friends, Matt, the other Mercer guy, had been less than an acquaintance before this trip, and now is among my favorites at Mercer and a friend I hope to keep for years to come, and Dolph. I’m not even sure what to say about him, except that he had me from hello. Not in the love at first sight Jerry McGuire kind of way, but the kind of way when you just know you are going to be friends with someone in spite of yourself. Dolph has a special kind of charisma that makes you like him instantly and a sense of humor that rivals mine (and I guess the same kind of humility). I knew we would either be good friends or enemies within minutes of meeting him, and I’m glad to report it was the former. These guys became our counterparts during the course of this trip; being great entertainment, travel buddies, and most importantly, friends. We all hated to admit it, but our little group seemed incomplete without them.

Torre de Oro (Tower of Gold)

Sevilla at night

1st night in Sevilla

Friday night we layed low and had an early (9pm) dinner on Sevilla’s riverfront. It was a beautiful city and we really enjoyed seeing it as it came to life. Saturday we explored some of Sevilla’s shopping and also took a bus tour. We were warned prior to stay inside between the hours of four and eight because of the temperature, but we were not prepared for the extreme heat this city puts out. Our bus tour ended at around 4:30 and we went immediately to our hotel room for a reprieve. At temperatures of 42 degrees Celsius (107 Fahrenheit) we were ready to die! Unfortunately our hotel room didn’t have the best air conditioning, but it was enough to cool us off enough to take our own siesta. This was definitely a time to embrace this Spanish tradition!

After our naps we decided we should have our own 4th of July celebration since we were missing the festivities at home. Ashley and Pattie had purchased red purses for Pamplona earlier that day and I had one that I bought in Paris. Donned in the best red, white and blue we had, we set off to celebrate in the most American way possible. We stopped a couple of places and took pictures in front of Columbus fountains, and enjoyed a dinner of tapas including potato salad and beer. While there were no fireworks, we had a great time celebrating our country, and even a little bit of our culture from afar.

4th of July dinner

True Patriots!

Sunday we headed out early for breakfast by the cathedral and on to tour the Royal Alcazar. The Alcazar was the palace built in the same architectural style of the Alhambra, but it was much more refined. The Alcazar had all the fineries that the Alhambra lacked due to its primary purpose as a fortress. When we got there we saw that students were admitted for free. Pattie immediately walked up to the ticket counter, provided her Mercer ID, and was given her ticket free of charge. Ashley then walked up, showed her Stetson card and was turned down. I didn’t have my school ID, but I had some documentation proving my student status. I walked up and handed the lady everything I had showing my student status; my International Student Insurance Card, my Stetson student card, and my passport proving it was me. FAIL. The lady smiled at me, shook her head and demanded 7 Euro. This really got on my nerves. Don’t smile at me and then take my money. If you’re gonna take my money, look like it. Look like the type of person who would never break any rules, who is a stickler for that sort of thing and don’t let me think for even a second that you might be kind enough to give me a break.

Next attempt happened at the cathedral. Here, students under 26 were admitted free. Well, I decided that the Spaniards we not going to get me. I proceeded to the ticket counter, handed the lady all the student documentation I had, and when she asked my age, I proudly said 25. After all, age discrimination is not right, and I am as much a student as anyone else, right? Wrong. She asked to see my passport. As I was handing her my passport, I was looking to see if DOB was on there. It was. At that point, I just said, “Oh.” She then proceeded to shake a finger at me and say “No – 26” like three times. FAIL. Next angle I tried to work was the unemployed angle (The church does not charge admission to those who are unemployed). I quickly told the lady in my best Spanish that I was unemployed. She then asked for my documentation proving that I was incapacitated. Apparently I pointed to the wrong word, so I had to explain that I was not handicapped, just unemployed. Well, I guess they need documentation for that too. FAIL. Complete fail. I had lied twice in one of the most incredible houses of God in all the world; the third largest cathedral in the world (behind St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome and St. Paul’s in London). What is wrong with me!?! I then handed the lady my 7 Euro and proceeded to get my 7 Euros worth of enjoyment out of the place. I will have to say that this cathedral was pretty incredible. It boasts the largest altar piece in the world and looks to be entirely made of gold. It’s amazing to think of the kind of money the Catholic Church had and they way they chose to spend it. This place was also very historical in that it is the burial place of Christopher Columbus.

Gardens at the Alcazar

Cathedral

After the cathedral, Pattie and I took our exam back at the hotel. We had an entire week to turn it in, but we wanted to get it done and also get rid of the heavy text book we’d been carrying around. We went down to the hotel lobby to take the exam (we had 4 hours to complete it) at the tables and had a great little set up. About an hour-and-a-half in, my computer started blinking at me telling me the battery was low. I had charged my computer all day, but we hadn’t thought about the power being off in our room while we were gone. This was a complete mess. The only outlet we had in our room was in the bathroom, so I proceeded to set myself up on the vanity, using the sink and tub as my workspace. All I have to say is that I hope this is the first and last exam I’ll have to take in a restroom. FAIL. After my three fails of the day, I was ready for bed, and ready for the next adventure – Pamplona!!

Working hard or hardly working???

A true Granadino

2009-07-16T08:37:00.002-04:00

Granada, Week 4
June 29th – July 3rd
This week was also another great week in Granada. Our professor was from Stetson, our home school, and was quite interesting. She was teaching International Poverty Law, however the class somehow ended up being more about her personal politics, a water problem in China and Hurricane Katrina. Either way, though, it was great because she showed a video for the second half of class everyday and we all utilized the nap time. With it being our last week we were trying to do as much as possible, and I’m pretty sure there wasn’t a night that ended earlier than 3am. We realized during this week that we had really become friends with these new people and it was really hard to leave them. We spent every night together, either at the Irish Pub for trivia or karaoke, or checking out Mia West, or the old faithful Granada 10. We couldn’t help ourselves and just had to go back one more time!

I also used this week to get to know the city I had been living in for a month a little bit better. On Monday, Pattie and I ventured to the city’s cathedral and Capella Real where Ferdinand and Isabella are buried. It was quite stunning to stand there with the masses realizing the rare piece of history we were getting to experience. There were the very people financially responsible for the discovery of our country. Had it not been for Queen Isabella’s adventurous nature and her belief in what Christopher Columbus was seeking out, our entire history would have been completely different. Surely we would have been figured out eventually, but it’s incredible to realize how just one person’s decision can change the course of history forever. While the cathedral was beautiful, it was more the history contained within its walls that impacted me the most. Another area in Granada I explored more of this week was the silk market. This market dates back centuries and still maintains the Muslim culture who’s rule left Spain centuries before. The merchants here are not much different than those in Morocco and you have an instant feeling of going back in time as men are selling hand-made artifacts, scarves and jewelry; ready to make a deal at any moment. This place offers a lot to the city and I enjoyed spending time there during the heat of the day while the Spaniards were taking their siesta.

What I learned most from this experience is that people are the same everywhere. Whether they are from a law school in Florida, South Carolina, Oklahoma, or Granada, Spain – they are the same. I learned that you will always find those people you connect with no matter where you go and regardless of what you may think prior, you will make friends. Sometimes the friendships you build will be lifelong, others will be for the moment; either way, however, they are invaluable. I’ve also learned that if you want to get to know the friends you already have – travel with them. The shared experiences of traveling, good and bad, easy and rough, funny and scary, will bring you closer than you could ever have imagined./ You really get to know people when you spend almost every moment of every day with them; I feel so lucky to have shared this experience with some of the best people I know. I’m sure that this experience is one that we’ll just build on and take with us for the rest of our lives.

While it was sad to leave Granada, it was also exciting to see yet another great city in Spain. There was definitely a bittersweet feeling when we left Granada, each of us hoping we could make it back again one day. This city had become a part of us; a part of me, for sure. It was my home during some life-changing moments and served me well as I had to do a little self discovery within its walls, on its streets and among its people.

More pics to come from Karaoke and such...

Our beautiful city at night...

Road Trip!!

2009-07-12T16:47:00.002-04:00

Lagos, Portugal
June 25th – June 28th
Where do I even start? First, I’d like to say that I am a (self) certified European driver now. I’m quite certain that the EU will be issuing me a drivers license any day now. After a bit of a rocky start (so by the looks of the chart on the stick shift, it appeared that 3rd gear was first gear), and a close call with burning up the transmission, we were headed out of town and toward the interstate. I will definitely say (now that I am a professional) that I am a fan of the round-about. It’s a crazy concept for Americans, but now that I am basically European, I fully embrace the idea. It’s easy – all you do is close your eyes, squeal a little bit and step on the gas (Only kidding… no no, not really). It’s a great feeling once you get to the other side!

We made it with no problem to Lagos and only had a bit of trouble finding our hotel, but we blame that fully on Google Maps because they failed to provide directions once we were off the main road. But, a few stops and a couple of slight arguments later, we were headed in the right direction, not having any idea what was awaiting us. When we got to our rooms (and by rooms, I mean apartments) we were in awe. These places were wonderful; complete with kitchenettes, separate bedroom and living room, and even a great deck. We were definitely spoiled!

Shortly after we settled in the guys turned on the TV (we were so happy to have English-speaking channels!!) to connect to the real world and that’s when we heard the news about MJ. I’m not gonna lie, it was almost like a piece of my childhood died with him. Some of the first music I can remember was Michael and I’m pretty sure the moonwalk was something we’ve all tried at some point. While I was not thrilled with the events of his recent life, I was definitely mourning the loss of that guy I once knew. I remember watching clips of him going anywhere and how the girls would pass out at the sight of him. Especially in Asia. Those Asians were crazy about MJ. I remember thinking it was a little much, but then I did get teary-eyed when I saw George (W. Bush) that one time so I guess I can relate a little. Anyway, regardless of anything else, he was the “King of Pop” and I think the world lost something that we’ll never see again in this lifetime. Rest in Peace, Michael.

Friday morning we got up and headed toward the beach. On the way we had breakfast at a great little British Pub. Yea, I know. Apparently bars serve breakfast in Europe. During breakfast we had no idea what was awaiting us at the beach. This place was gorgeous!! I’ve only seen beaches like this in pictures and I felt quite fortunate to see this sight in person. These huge boulders were coming up out of the water almost reaching for the sky and the water was the bluest of blues. At the top of the rocky cliffs were trees and other plant life that just added to the feeling of being in paradise. We spent the first half of the day at this beach just taking in the sight, and then we decided to head to the big beach where we could spread out a little and see more of the city.

One the way to the big beach we stopped to have lunch at this little café in the old town part of Lagos. This was an experience! We’re not sure, but we don’t think that the lady who took our order worked at the restaurant, and we’re also pretty sure she was high. She would ask us what we wanted, nod her head and stand there for a couple of minutes. Finally, she would decide to repeat the order making sure she had it right. She didn’t. Somehow three diet cokes, two waters and two beers was way too confusing for her. I could go on and describe each of these encounters, but they were all the same. Four different times. Seriously.

Anyway, on to the beach again. This beach was completely different from the first one, but it was perfect also. There was great white sand and a huge space to lay out, people watch and enjoy some of the regatta that was going on. We did this on Saturday also. It was a perfect escape from being in the city.

Friday and Saturday night we went into town, had dinner and then took in some of the night life. I’ll tell you now, if you want to hang out with Portugese people, don’t go to Lagos. I think everyone there was from either Canada, New Zealand, or Australia. It was great! Everyone spoke English and we were able to communicate! So refreshing!! Just so you know, the Aussies can party too! Again, we left the bars at 3am and the parties were just getting started. We had a great time in Lagos and have the shirts to prove it.

Sunday we headed back to Granada. It was another fairly uneventful day on the road. I will say, though, that Spain has the funniest rest stops. We had lunch in this little town off the interstate and somehow the rest stop turned out to be a bar, just like everywhere else. Folks we crowded in there watching the big soccer match that was going on, drinking beer and cheering on their team. So funny!

Disfruta!

2009-07-10T08:56:00.002-04:00

Granada, Week 3
June 22nd – June 25th
This week has been a good one. We have studied Comparative European Union Law with Professor Jellum from Mercer. It’s been a lot of fun getting to know her; we’ll all have her next semester, and we want to be on her good side! It was really great learning about the EU and how it works in comparison to our own legal structure; especially in an EU country. Two students in our class are citizens of the EU (Spain and Lithuania) and were able to offer insight into what the transition was like from independent states to members of the union. I look forward to learning more about the EU and also following its progress as they continue to develop.

A big group of us also decided it was high time to go to the Alhambra. It’s Granada’s jewel and we figured that by week three, we should see the place. It was definitely a sight to see! This place boasts all the grandeur of a time past, yet was primarily used as a military fortress. It’s outer walls are simple, yet inside is some of the most ornate marble work that you could ever imagine. These craftsmen must have worked hours and hours, years and years to produce such intricate work from the floor to the ceiling of this place. It was nothing short of incredible and also quite amazing to think about the history that occurred in this place. The pictures would never do it justice.

The majority of the week, however, was spent preparing for the weekend road trip to Lagos, Portugal (car rental craziness) and also for the “Eurotrash” party planned for Wednesday night. Some of you may not be familiar with the term, however if you’ve spent any time in Europe you are able to spot it immediately. This fashion is rather unfortunate and seems to be stuck somewhere in the late 80’s/early 90’s. Don’t get me wrong, not everyone here dresses poorly, however, you find this style mostly in the teenage and 20 somethings. We had the party at the guys apartment upstairs from ours, and shortly before we left for the discoteca our professors stopped by to witness the craziness. I’m afraid they may have got more than they bargained for!

At the discoteca we got a real taste for what night life is like in Spain. This place was huge and the party was just getting started when we got there after midnight. Of course, it seemed appropriate for me to get on stage immediately so I found the “king of Granada” and asked him very politely if he could get us on stage. Within seconds he had my hand and he was leading us to the stage and said a few words to the DJ and up we were. It’s amazing how far you can get in this country with a simple caress of the hand…

We spent a majority of the time at Granada 10 on the stage with the DJ and watching the dance leader lead Spanish line dances all night long. We left the club at around 3am and, again, some people were just arriving!! It was a total blast and we can’t wait to go back!!!

Thursday morning was spent wishing we hadn’t had Wednesday night, but as soon as class was over it was road trip time!! Well, almost. We headed to the train station to pick up our cars and got there around 2:15. Why should that be a problem, right? The Europcar company also practices siesta like everyone else in Spain. We sat at the train station waiting for the car place to open for the next two hours. No fear, though, we were heading out of town in our stick-shift mini-cars by 4:30 and headed to Portugal!

Goodbye Granada

2009-07-03T18:32:00.003-04:00

Today we left Granada and headed for Sevilla. Sorry for the lack of posts, but life has been a little nuts and we've all been trying to spend as much time together as possible. This trip has flown by and while I'm ready to go home, I could also spend another year here. I'm really excited about exploring Sevilla, though, and I can't wait to post pics of this beautiful city for all of you.

Also, please keep the girls of Zeta Iota in your thoughts and prayers. Our sorority house caught fire a couple of nights ago, and we're all extremely saddened at the prospect of losing this house that became a home to so many of us. Fortunately no one was hurt, which is a true blessing, and we hope that the rest of our treasures are salvageable.

Two Rocks

2009-06-24T07:44:00.008-04:00

Gibraltar and Morocco
June 19th – 21st
Friday we went to visit the British territory of Gibraltar. If you’re like me, you’ve probably heard of there being a rock, but knew little more about the place. What I found out was that the Rock of Gibraltar was known to the Greeks as one of the ancient pillars of Hercules and along with two other pillars marked the end of the known world. After visiting the Rock, I also learned that wild moneys live on it (many of whom are quite friendly) and it is also made up of many tunnels and caves which 17,000 British troops lived in during WWII as they prepared to attack Germany if they sent their naval fleet through the Straight of Gibraltar (the water separating the Mediterranean Sea from the Atlantic Ocean, Spain from Morocco, and is only 7.7 nautical miles wide. This is the narrowest point between Europe and Africa). The Rock was an incredible sight to see! After visiting with the local courts, a group of us took a tour up the rock. From there we were able to see both Europe and Africa, the tunnels, and also make friends with some pretty cool monkeys. The view of the Mediterranean from the rock was absolutely beautiful and the small port city (2.2 sq. mi.) was really neat. Being in Gibraltar was also a great break from straining our brains trying to speak Spanish. Because Gibraltar is a British territory, the official language is English and they use the Pound as their currency. It was like taking a day trip to Britain!

The Rock of Gibralter from the Spain side

The girls in front of the Ancient Pillars of Hercules monument

Me, Pattie, and Ash inside the cave

The gorgeous Mediterranean from the top of the Rock

A view of one of the points

Just me and a monkey. He was eating sunflower seeds off the top of my head.

A mama and her baby. She was posing for me.

Next was the trip to Tangier, Morocco. We got up early on Saturday morning and took the ferry to Tangier. The boat was full of people and was very hot. Just as I suspected, this was an indication of the day ahead of us. When we got off the boat in Tangier, we were met by our tour guide, Abdul. Our first stop was to explore the Old City and the markets. This was a crazy experience. The Old City was very dirty and there were what appeared to be homeless people in the parks and on the street. Seeing the Muslim architecture was really, though and I enjoyed getting a feel for the Moroccan culture. Once in the markets, it was on. Anyone and everyone could spot the tourists and we were approached by every shop keeper there. They were selling “small items,” as they all would say. Anything from woven baskets, to ceramics, to metals, to fruits and spices was up for grabs and a bargain could be made. After going through the market the first time (and being set up for Persian rug sales pitches by our tour guide), we walked through more of the Old City. We saw the Kasbah in Tangier, watched a snake charmer (for a small price, of course), and got a great view of the Mediterranean. We also were waved at by little kids running through the dirt streets barefoot who were just so excited to see tourists walking around. It was one of those surreal moments in life when you realize just how small the world is that you actually live in, and how much more is out there. Before we left the Old City, we had lunch. Yes, that’s right; I actually ate food in Morocco. I mean, the theme of this trip has become “When in Rome…” By this time I had already let a snake charmer put a snake around my neck and I figured that experiences like this don’t just come along every day. So… we had traditional Moroccan soup, Bastilla for the next course, and chicken and couscous for the main course. It was actually very good, and I think I may explore some more Moroccan recipes.

After lunch we hopped on a bus and toured most of the New Town. In Morocco, they pride themselves on being open to many different cultures as well as more liberal versions of their own. They also have been controlled by the French, the Spanish, Rome, Portugal, and other empires which contribute to their open-mindedness. Because of this, the New Town is made up of several different communities each in the style of a different empire. From New Town, we headed up to the Atlantic coast side of the city where we saw some great views and also got to ride camels. Not too bad for a day in Africa!!

A view of Tangier from the ferry

Monument of the Moroccan document of independence

A view of the mediterranean from the Kasbah

The group in front of an 800 year old tree

My friend, the snake charmer

My friend, the snake charmer, the snake and I

Sally, the camel

My friend, Sally and I

Appreciating Islam and being thankful it gave us Granada

2009-06-24T06:58:00.003-04:00

Granada, Week 2
June 15th – June 18th
So far this week has been a little crazy. I think the exhaustion of travel is finally catching up with me and also the exhaustion that comes along with trying to communicate in a different language. I’m starting my list of things to do when I get home, including taking a normal shower, buying milk from a refrigerator instead of off the shelf next to the bread, and maybe even making a phone call. Oh well, these things will come soon enough!

This week we are studying Islamic law. It’s a really interesting topic and one I think is becoming more and more important for the global community, but the professor is nuts! Our nightly reading ranges from 90-115 pages. Seriously lady, we’re in a foreign country. What good does it do us to spend all of our time inside reading?? So this girl is raging against the machine and not doing it. I mean what do I need to know that Wikipedia can’t teach me? Ok, so maybe that’s not the greatest attitude, but I’m sticking to it. We’ll see how well that goes over…

Tuesday we went on a tour of the courthouse here in Granada. Surprisingly the court system here isn’t all that different from ours at home. A few differences are that the judges take a test to become certified to judge and then once they pass, it’s a lifetime job. Also, the maximum sentence here for any crime is 40 years. They focus a lot of energy on rehabilitating the criminals in order to allow them to re-join society. The courthouse was absolutely beautiful and the courtroom we sat in was over 500 years old. It was really cool to see how things have remained the same for such a long time. They have recently started using juries on some of the cases, so the only thing added to the room has been a row of seats for the jurors. It was kind of funny because the judge wasn’t thrilled with that addition. It seems that the judges here do a lot more work on individual cases than they do at home. Here the judge investigates the crime and follows it through to the final ruling.

Tuesday night a big group of us went out to a disco. A guy in our class from Granada hooked us up with free entry and he and his friends met us there. Just so you all know, the “Space Game” has officially gone international! It was great. As a first-timer, Pattie did a great job and for that, she got the win for the night. After a tough competition, we started making friends with the locals, which in turn resulted in me getting an offer to become the “queen of Granada.” The dude I was talking to comes from a huge family in town that practically owns everything here, and he literally asked me if I wanted to move here and become his wife. I’m not gonna lie, I’m thinking about it. He also let me know that if there was anything I needed while I am here just to let him know and he’d take care of it. Now, that sounds really sweet, but it was more like when someone on The Sopranos says it. Maybe I should let him know that I’m sick of going into public restrooms and not having toilet paper? Do you think some poor custodian would have his kneecaps beat with a baseball bat if I pass that little bit of info on?? Hope not. I would feel bad if the guy turned up face down in the river in two weeks.

Wednesday night a big group of us went to a little Moroccan restaurant in town for Luke’s birthday. Our liaison here is good friends with the owner’s daughter, so we got the total red carpet treatment. The owner spent the entire evening with us, explaining each dish, but also providing great entertainment. He was a total character; one of those middle aged men that is the life of the party and always has the center of attention. I really enjoyed the place and will hopefully make it back before I leave Granada. Pattie and I have been on a search for hummus since we got here, so we were thrilled! I know it seems odd to eat Moroccan two days before actually going to Morocco, but we were told “This Moroccan food may be much more hygienic that the food you might eat in Morocco.” Umm… no thank you. Seriously? I think I’m going have to load up the backpack with some granola bars or something. The last thing I need is to contract some kind of parasite from the food there. It should be interesting though, and I’ll definitely keep you posted.

Thursday was our last day of Islamic Law and the official half-way point of our trip. After a too-long and confusing trip to the post office, Ash, Pattie and I went decided it was time to get some exercise (not like walking everywhere every day isn’t enough, but we needed to get the heart rate up). After the work-out, we headed up to the Alhambra neighborhood and ate tapas as the sky went from dusk to dark, and the Alhambra went from a simple ancient brick building to a beautiful fortress glowing on top of the mountain. It was a great location and as we sat there enjoying our sangria and Spanish tortilla, we couldn’t help but think about all the history that was surrounding us. It is quite possible that Christopher Columbus himself had walked these very streets and for the many years of Muslim rule in this region, it is sure that Sultans had enjoyed this same view.

Tomorrow is off to Gibraltar and then to Morocco on Saturday. Should be fun!!

View from the top of the court (you can see the Alhambra on top of the mtn.)

Some guy I met at the disco. He was really nice; quiet, but nice.

Just hanging out at the disco.

Pattie and her new found love for the Space Game.

The birthday boy (center) and gang before Moroccan.

L to R: Angel, Johnny, Rip, Tommy, Duchess

Paradise City

2009-06-17T19:36:00.003-04:00

Nerja Beach
June 12th – 14th
This weekend six of us went to Nerja, Spain. It was Ash a.k.a Lindsey, Pattie a.k.a Angel and I a.k.a the Duchess, along with Matt a.k.a. Tommy, Luke a.k.a. Rip, and Dolph a.k.a. Johnny. The nicknames have developed over the course of the past week, and have become the alter egos of each of us. We really love these people.

Anyway, Nerja was about as close to my idea of paradise as I could ever imagine. It was the perfect little beach town on the Mediterranean with enough British influence to make communicating pretty easy. This place is set at the foot of the Sierra Nevadas, so the mountains hover in the background while the coast is scattered with cliffs and huge rocks, along with enough sand covered shore line to make it a great place to spend the day at the beach. Actually, I think these things combined make it a great place to spend the rest of your life. It has quaint little streets lined with cool shops and some great restaurants that are small enough to keep them from being super touristy.

Friday night we hung out at this Irish pub called “Cochrans” where we tore up the dance floor and introduced Spain to the “Space Game.” We got up Saturday morning and before heading to the beach, the girls and I had the Spanish breakfast of churros y chocolat (churros and chocolate). Delish!! After a long day lounging on the beach and a little sunburn, we headed back out to enjoy the city and walk down the promenade at night. Sunday we went and explored the Cuevas de Nerja (Caves of Nerja) which is one of the largest tourist attractions in Spain and definitely a sight to see!! These caves were not on the top of my list of things to do while at the beach (there was no sun and no sand in the caves), but I can’t imagine this trip without having seen this wonder. While climbing down to the depths of this place, I was overwhelmed by the magnitude of the space under the earth and also the sheer beauty that forms without ever being seen. You should definitely check out the link. Now it’s back to week two of classes and on to Islamic law.

The beach. My new home.

Lindsey, Angel and The Duchess

Inside the cave. Look to the left and squint. Those are people.

Sports Law - Bullfighting a sport??

2009-06-16T12:45:00.004-04:00

Granada

June 7th – 12th
The first week in Granada has been absolutely amazing! There have been tons of things going on in the city because it is the week of Corpus Christi. It’s a celebration of the body of Christ. On Monday night, most of the people in our group went out for tapas and then headed to the fairground for the feria (Spanish word for fair). It was the coolest fair I’ve ever been to, complete with flamenco shows, dancing, games and rides. We had an awesome time and are doing all we can to really experience the culture. Tuesday we went on a walking tour of the city and saw an ancient silk market that is still in business, the old Muslim quarters, as well as a view of the Alhambra, which was the fortress in the Granada, and also the place where Queen Isabella of Spain agreed to send Christopher Columbus on the search for India. Kinda cool!

Wednesday we went to a bullfight held as one of the Corpus Christi events. If you don’t know a lot about bullfighting (I didn’t until I went), what they do is separate the ligament between the bull’s shoulders and continue stabbing him until he can no longer hold his head up. This enables the Matador to get a great shot at the bull where eventually stabs him with a sword that punctures his lungs and goes into his heart. Not the easiest thing I’ve ever watched. I would definitely say that it was a great experience to witness this ancient ritual, but I didn’t love watching the animals get taunted and stabbed in the middle of a huge crowd. I never knew exactly how it all worked, and it was a learning experience, for sure. One cool thing about it all was seeing all the locals interact in their element. As the fight drew on (there were six bulls killed), I began to appreciate the event more and more, and found myself cheering with the crowd and yelling the appropriate “Ole!” when the matador got closer and closer to the bull. I didn’t love the killing, but the pageantry was neat to see. While I may never become bullfighting’s biggest fan, I may go again one day to witness this Spanish spectacle at its finest!

After the bullfight, walking the 30 minute trek back to the apartment, Pattie, Matt, Dolph and I got a little lost, and spent an hour walking around the city, roaming through little squares with dancing on stages and music filling the air. Somewhere during this time, we got the bright idea to try to high-five as many of the people from Granada as possible. Because of the language barrier, we knew that we’d have to ask in Spanish and the best we came up with was “alto cinco.” Yep, that’s right – you heard it here first. Alto Cinco or “tall five.” We’re idiots. We began walking up to ever person on the street holding our hands up yelling “alto cinco” in their faces. These people had absolutely no idea what we were talking about, and we got a ton of strange looks. Especially Matt. He was turned down every time and people were looking at him like he was crazy. Now, me on the other hand, I had a ton of luck with this one. I got like 15 alto cincos and feel like I truly made a connection with the people of Granada. Ok, not really, but it was pretty hilarious. Don’t worry – it’s on video for your viewing pleasure if you’re interested (Thanks Mrs. Libby: )!!

A view of Granada from one of the main streets - such a pretty city!

The view of the Alhambra - where Columbus and Queen Isabella made the agreement

The three of us out for tapas on Ashley's birthday

The girls from the group who went to the bullfight

Matador and Bull

Barcelona is still in one piece

2009-06-15T10:37:00.006-04:00

Day 8
Friday, June 5th
Today we begin our exploration of the great city of Barcelona. We are super excited to have Ashley with us now, and it was really great to see her last night when we opened the door to our hotel room. Even though her luggage was lost, and she was exhausted, I think she was pretty happy to see us too. Thanks to Pattie’s platinum status at the Marriott, we had full access to the elite lounge and got all the drinks, breakfast and tapas we could ever want, so after getting settled in our room, we headed to the lounge, had a drink and planed our adventure for today. Ed hooked us up with his brother-in-law’s cousin Gaston who is a tour guide in Barcelona. We met Gaston at Barcelona’s Arc de Triomf and walked all around the Gothic Quarter, Barcelona’s Old City for four hours. It was a really cool tour and we were really fortunate to have such a great tour guide all to ourselves. Gaston showed us the church of the people, parts of the old Roman wall that used to surround the city, Las Ramblas, and a huge fresh air market that was full of delicious fresh meats, cheeses, fruits and veggies. At the market we bought bread, cheese, tomatoes, and meat to make sandwiches which we ate on Las Ramblas. Gaston showed us how to make a traditional Spanish sandwich and they were great. Ok, that’s a lie for me, but Ash and Pattie loved them. I just couldn’t swing the smell of the pork hanging from all the meat stalls, and then putting it on my sandwich was no muy bueno (that means not very good to all you non-Spaniards). I just can’t handle it. After the great tour, we explored more of the city and some of Gaudi’s architecture. Gaudi is the most famous architect in Barcelona and he is known for his lack of straight lines, lack of right angles, and use of iron and mosaic.

We had big plans tonight to go see a traditional flamenco show, but after taking four wrong trains, we finally made it back to the hotel and were not about to try to leave again. The three of us sat in the lounge, had some drinks and ate chips and dessert. It was a well-balanced meal – nutritious and delicious.

Day 9
Saturday, June 6th
Today it was time to shop! Since Ashley’s bag hadn’t made it yet, we had to go find her some clothes. We explored much of the city that we saw yesterday, and hit some really cool shops. She was able to get some clothes and all three of us bought these amazing flip-flops from Brazil.

We spent the evening going to the flamenco show that we missed last night. During the show we sat there and drank Sangria while morphing into bona fide Spaniards. Funny story – on our way to the show, we turned a corner as a woman was squatting in the middle of the sidewalk to pee. Probably one of the funniest/grossest things I have ever seen.

Oh, and no worries. We went back to the hotel in between the shopping and the show to find Ashley’s bag delivered to our room. That was a huge relief!

Day 10
Sunday, June 7th
As our last day in Barcelona and last day before school began, we decided to take it easy and get some sun. We laid out by the pool at our hotel before heading to the airport to catch our flight to Granada.

While sitting at the airport waiting for our flight to leave, this dude comes and sits a few seats down from Ashley and I and he looked like a Miami Ink style oompa loompa. This guy had his arms sleeved in tattoos and was wearing some crazy punk clothes, complete with a chain or two on his pants. It was nothing too out of the ordinary until his cell phone started ringing. All of a sudden we heard the beautiful voice of Celine Dion serenading the terminal “Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you. That is how I know you’ve gone on… Near. Far. Wherever you are…” Umm, yes. The inked oompa loompa’s ringtone was “My Heart Will Go On” from Titanic. Are you freaking kidding me!?! Unable to contain ourselves, Ash and I just died laughing in this guys face. We were laughing so hard that we were shaking the whole row of seats, and eventually we both just had to get up. I think this was one of the highlights of my life.

We landed in Granada at around 5:30pm and were supposed to be met at the airport by Luke. Well after 30 minutes of waiting and no Luke, the three of us ventured into the city in a taxi with no real idea of where we were going or how to get there. This seems to be the theme of our trip. Nonetheless, we made it to our apartment, found Luke, Matt and their roommate Dolph, and started our month right by enjoying cervesas and tapas at a little alley café close to where we live. Not a bad way to start the month in a new city!

Barcelona's Arc de Triomf

At a Flamenco show sharing a pitcher of sangria - yum!

A street in Barcelona and in the middle of the pic is part of the Roman wall that used to surround the city.

The doors that will be on the Sagrada Familia

The towers of the Sagrada Familia - it should be finished in 2026.

The base of the Sagrada Familia

We Broke France... Literally. Part II.

2009-06-14T14:50:00.000-04:00

Monaco and Nice Edition

One of the ports in Monaco

Day 4
Monday, June 1st
Ok, so this is where things get a little crazy. Today we left Paris for Monaco, but with all of our stuff and several staircases in our way, we missed our train by about 5 minutes. Feeling totally defeated, we headed to the ticket agent to make reservations for the next train which was about two hours later. Fortunately for us (or so we thought), the guy re-routed us through Toulon, France and asked us “How fast can you run?” Really? After carrying 4,000 lbs. of luggage 2 miles then up and down staircases, we didn’t want to run anymore. At 7:55am, we were ready for a nap. Nonetheless, we took off for the train to Toulon and hopped on our car and planted ourselves in a lovely little first-class booth on the train. Things were starting to look up. For about two hours we experienced a great peace and relaxing thoughts of how easy the rest of the trip would go. Then the train stopped. Some kind of information was given in French and the people on the train were obviously frustrated. Not Pattie and I. We had no idea what the guy had said. If however, we had known any French, we would have known that our train was going to be stopped for 2 hours and we would be late for all our connections. We would have been obviously frustrated too! But no worries, our frustration came later when we started the very difficult process of trying to figure out what to do at our next stations. In Toulon we had to board a train to Nice. It was very convenient that the next train to Nice left about 5 minutes after our train came in, and again, after battling two sets of stairs, we hopped on the train to Nice with only seconds to spare. The conductor was blowing his whistle at Pattie while her entire backpack was hanging out the door and the train was beginning to move! We didn’t even bother finding the first-class cabin because at this point we were just grateful to be on the right train. At Nice, it wasn’t so bad, except for another two sets of stairs. I promise you people that we will have traps up to our ears when we get back from all the heavy lifting we’ve been doing!! Once on the train to Monte Carlo, Monaco we had the genius idea to get off at one stop before Monte Carlo because that was the name of the town our hotel was in. Ok, well no it wasn’t, but it seemed to make perfect sense at the time. If the address of the hotel says Cap d’Ail, you would get off there, right? Wrong. At the Cap d’Ail train station (and I use the word station very loosely) we found ourselves all alone at a deserted station with no pay phone and a looming thunderstorm. As a young couple with a baby walked by, I began using every bit of French I could asking them where we could find a phone to call our hotel for the shuttle. She let us know that we could find a phone about a half-mile away in town. The walk was first up about 50 stairs, and then the half-mile trek uphill into this little Mediterranean town built on a hillside would begin. No thank-you. We couldn’t fathom the thought of any more stairs for the rest of our lives, let alone half of a mile uphill to use a pay phone. That’s when it happened. God sent us angels in the form of a lovely old French couple with a cell phone. They came to catch the train to Monte Carlo for the evening and were kind enough to let us use their phone. Our hotel promptly told us that they could not pick us up there and we’d have to come into the Monte Carlo station. Not 10 minutes later, we were back on the train headed (finally) for our destination. All we knew at this point was that Monaco better be worth it, and they better be ready for us.

Once arriving to the station, we headed out to the pick-up point and waited for about 45 minutes and still no hotel shuttle. Here we were, once again, stranded in a train station with no direction. After asking yet another heaven sent angel, this time in the form of a teenage boy, to use his cell phone, we were in touch with the hotel. As soon as the man answered the phone, he knew it was me. Perhaps from the desperation in my voice? Couldn’t be. Let me say, however, that as soon as we got into the city, and then to our hotel, all the travel travails had been forgotten. This place was FABULOUS!! Because of all Pattie’s Marriott points, we were upgraded to a seaside room complete with a terrace and amazing view of the Mediterranean as well as a free mini-bar. We were in heaven! Monday night we got dressed and headed into town to the casino in Monte Carlo and to check out the night life. This place was exquisite. If you happen to be in the market for a Bentley, Ferrari, or Mazeratti, this is the place to find one. The entire square was full of some of the finest and most high-end cars ever made, as the owners got out and the valets took they keys. The longer we were there, the more alive the place became. After we ate dinner at a little Italian restaurant, we headed back to the casino. The main casino had a charge and they recorded your passport information before going in. They do this to keep track of how much people win, and many of the games have a 500€ ($750) minimum buy-in. Needless to say, we stayed out of there and opted for drinks in the plaza instead with a nice Swiss man named Carlo that we met at our hotel. He was in Monte Carlo on holiday and was in the software business. When he mentioned “Google,” we knew he rolled with the big dogs. Carlo was great to talk to and gave us a lot of insight into the European culture.

Casino

Day 5
Tuesday, June 2nd
Tuesday morning we got up at ate breakfast on the terrace next to the bay. We were surrounded by huge yachts and after some thought, we decided that we should probably just stay in Monaco. Pattie and I decided that we would move there and open a celebrity charter company. And, since we’re so great, we would just travel along with the celebrities on their Mediterranean vacations because they would really want us to. In order to save money at first, we would just buy another yacht to live on until our business got up and running and we could buy a great condo on the hillside overlooking the water. At this time we have no positions open, but please check back periodically for employment opportunities with our charter company.

After finishing breakfast and daydreams, we went into town to watch the changing of the guard at the palace. We had plans on lunching with Princess Stephanie, but she couldn’t make it. We’ll just postpone that for the next trip, I guess.

Now, it’s off to Nice! Fortunately this time we did not have too many troubles maneuvering through the train station (except, the stairs, of course) and it was a fairly smooth trip back to Nice. Our hotel was about a 10 minute walk from the train station, and soon enough, we found ourselves settled in the heart of the French Riviera. We took this afternoon/evening to explore this great city and enjoyed a tasty Italian dinner in one of its squares, complete with a man, an accordion, and the perfect Italian tunes to go with it.

Day 6
Wednesday, June 3rd
The beach! Pattie and I headed out early and found a spot near the water. I’ll tell you what – it’s a crazy feeling when you realize that you’re laying on the beach in Nice, France, on the French Riviera and listening to the waves of the Mediterranean Sea crash against the shore. It’s also a crazy feeling when you look up from this peaceful thought to see three 80 yr. old women sunbathing topless on the beach right in front of you. Very crazy. I mean, good for them, though. I’m just not brave enough to let it all hang out like that for the world to see and the sun to burn. Did I mention that the beach is all rock, and no sand?? It consists of thousands of small rocks and is not too comfortable. But oddly enough, the discomfort in no way takes away from the experience of lying on the beach in the Riviera.

After the beach, we meandered through the old town dipping in and out of all sorts of little shops in quaint alley ways containing olive oils, spices, wines, and other fabulous goodies. We spotted a great place to get dinner and gelato while we were out, so after enjoying some macaroons from a little pastry shop, and buying a bottle of wine, we headed back to get ready for the night. After dinner, and the most delicious gelato, we spent our last night in France sharing our bottle of wine on a bench in the city’s main walking thoroughfare watching the people and the sights of the city.

Au revior, France!

The beach... kinda crazy!

Cool little street in Nice. All of the streets looked just like this.

Day 7
Thursday, June 4th
This is the day the French abuse began (minus the abuse Pattie received in the Monte Carlo train station). It seemed like a smooth start to our travels to Barcelona. We arrived at the train station with plenty of time to spare, had our breakfast and lunch ready for the long ride and seemed to be on our way. I assessed the situation before we carried all of our bags to the tracks, and found there was only one set of stairs to encounter. We could definitely handle this day. I went back and reported to Pattie that all was well. I checked with the information desk to make sure we had the right train and this is when the fun began. Our stop was Montpellier, and since it was not listed on the big board, I wanted to be sure. The lady then told me quite rudely that we needed to get on the Bucgh-Ducgh (said in the throat-iest German way you could imagine). I kindly asked her to write the name of the town on paper because I couldn’t understand what she was saying. Her reply was “You write it down!” Umm… really? So I told her again that I could not understand the word she was saying. She proceeded to start yelling at me in French while writing the word “Bordeaux” on my ticket. She continued to yell at me while I smiled graciously, took my ticket, said a quick “merci” and walked away. Hmm…maybe the gyspy curse??

The next part of the curse happened once we were comfortably seated on our train at our little booth in the first-class cabin and the man checking tickets came to stamp our passes. He proceeded to look through all our tickets and then started yelling at us that we had to pay him 20€ immediately. Apparently, we failed to fill out our pass correctly for this day of travel. Why did this happen, you ask? Oh because the terrible French woman at the information desk yelled at me and shooed my tickets away when I asked her if I needed to do anything before getting on the train. When we questioned the train man what he had done wrong, he just kept telling us that we didn’t write the date on our ticket and we had to pay him the money immediately and it was over! Wow. Next time I’ll just give the fake Bolivian woman a euro for her dying brother.

As we sit here, we are traveling across the south of France, through the Pyrenees Mountains and heading to Barcelona and our dear friend Ashley. We’re sorry, France, for all the trouble we caused, but we thoroughly enjoyed your country and hope you’ll have us back again someday soon. Viva la France!! Hola, Espana!!

Happy Birthday and Congrats!!

2009-06-10T09:38:00.002-04:00

I'd like to wish my good friend Laughing Lolly a very happy birthday, and many, many more!!

Also, a very special congratulations to Syd and Walker!! Wishing them many years of happiness!!

We Broke France... Literally.

2009-06-08T11:51:00.007-04:00

Paris Edition

Day 1
Friday, May 29th
We arrived in Paris with absolutely no direction, no plans, and practically no knowledge of the French language (minus what we tried to think of on the plane, of course). While it was a little confusing figuring out how to get to our hotel, which train to take, etc., it sure made for a great story. By a great story I mean that it took us an hour and a half to figure out which ticket to buy to even get out of the airport, then two wrong trains later (courtesy of the directions of the metro staff), one wrong bus ride, and one wrong bus stop - all while carrying/lugging/dragging our luggage around the city of Paris. Four hours later when we arrived at our hotel (learning the hard way that our hotel was not within the city limits of Paris), we were famished, exhausted, and ready to take the city by storm. Both Pattie and I had a harder time carrying all of our luggage than we expected, but for 6 weeks in Europe, we definitely packed light!

After showering, eating, and collecting ourselves, we headed into the city for our first Parisian experience. The Louvre! We were told by tons of people that we could never see the whole Louvre unless we devoted an entire day to it, and even then we wouldn’t see it all. Guess what folks, we definitely did the Louvre in about an hour-and-a-half. Ok, so maybe we weren’t being art critics, but we saw everything we wanted to see, some things we didn’t want to see, and even a little more. I know this disappoints many of you, but for us, it was perfect. We saw the Mona Lisa, Venus de Milo, The Dying Slave, someone’s Coronation Crown (maybe Napoleon??), Mary Magdalene, the winged sculpture angel-person with no head, and the painting of Napoleon on the horse. The architecture of the Louvre was almost as incredible as the pieces of art and history it contains. We really enjoyed all the ceiling paintings, the columns, the style of the Grand Hall, but the modern glass pyramids definitely hold their own at that place. It was so cool to see where the tips of the pyramids met on the bottom floor (the fictional sight of the burial of Mary Magdalene – the Holy Grail to all you DaVinci Code fans out there!). After finishing our perusing of the Louvre, we headed outside to enjoy the perfect weather, the really cool fountains, and the people watching.

After a short break, we headed toward the little Arc and down the Jardin (Garden) des Tuileries. It was just a really laid back area, full of tourists taking in the Parisian evening. On the way back to the hotel, we stopped at a little market, bought a baguette, some brie, fresh strawberries and a bottle of wine. We ended our first day in Paris sitting in our hotel room, eating and drinking in the culture while enjoying a view of the Eiffel Tower.

Day 2
Saturday, May 30th
Today we explored much of the cities attractions, with the first stop being a great flea market north of the city. Here you were able to find all sorts of goodies, including souvenirs, clothing, purses, sunglasses and shoes! It was really cool seeing all the handmade leather stuff and hand-woven wraps. The next stop was the Eiffel Tower. Let me say that if you haven’t been – go. While there is nothing special about the way the tower was built, or really even its purpose, there is something really special about seeing it for the first time and standing in front of this symbol of all things French and Parisian. It is a magical sight, and one you can’t help but stare at in awe every time you pass by. Pattie and I grabbed a sandwich and lunched on the lawn in front of the tower. While eating we were approached by a gypsy who asked me if I spoke English. Of course I said yes, right? Bad decision. She handed me this note written on a small piece of cardboard that said something about moving to Paris from Bolivia to live with her brother who then came down with cancer, etc. Moral of the story was that she wanted money. I wish I had a picture of this girl. She was wrapped in all black and wearing a long skirt and was super dirty. I didn’t give her any because I realized that they run this scheme all over the place. So then after I said no, this girl asked me again. She just stood there over me staring at me. Then, she yelled “Please!” super loud followed by an “EXCUSE ME!!” After she realized that I wasn’t giving her anything, she started yelling at me in some foreign tongue and I’m pretty sure she was putting some sort of curse on me. That was a nice experience. Pattie has the act down. She is the best ignore-er I’ve ever seen, so after that I took some notes and followed her lead. Didn’t work. Not 5 minutes later a different girl approached me with the same note. When she asked if I spoke English, I looked at her in confusion and didn’t say a word. She then stood there and said “Money” right in my face. I mean, really. Do I have “sucker” written on my back or something? Why did the people always leave Pattie alone?? Don’t worry, though, I’m working on it and I’m pretty sure I’ll be totally un-approachable by the time I make it home.

After leaving Eiffel, we took and open top bus tour around the city to make sure we saw as much as possible. Some of the highlights of this tour (after Pattie and I had to elbow a man and basically push him out of our way when he was trying to cut in line to get on the bus) was seeing Notre Dame, the Grand Opera, Palais Royal, Place de la Concorde, driving down Champs Eleysees, Arc de Triomphe, and Trocadero Square. After the very long bus ride – totally my fault, we were supposed to be able to get on and off the bus at any stop for two days, but I lost the receipt the driver gave me so we were stuck doing the entire bus tour at once – and a couple of naps later, we ventured over to the Cathedral of Notre Dame. Definitely a sigh to see! It was a beautiful cathedral with all the stained glass and historic architecture anyone could ever ask for and I understand why Napoleon would want his coronation in this lovely place. There is something special about being in churches like this that makes you realize how lucky you are to share in the experiences of those for hundreds of years before.

After Notre Dame we took a break and enjoyed crepes and beer at a little sidewalk café. I ordered a Nutella banana crepe and it was delicious. America has not experienced the wonderfulness of Nutella quite yet, but you can find it some places. It is this creamy chocolate-hazelnut flavored spread and couldn’t be any better. I made sure not to have any more of this delicious treat because things could get really out of hand and I have a 10-yr. reunion to be thinking about ;)

Once we had our tasty local treats, we walked down the Seine to the Jardin Luxembourg (Luxembourg Gardens). This was a great area of town that was not too touristy and we sat in front of the fountains and watched all the people enjoying the afternoon. FYI, if you ever visit do not take your chair to sit next to the fountain. There is this super secret operation or something going on there where the security guard knows the exact moment you begin to move it and he will come chase after you. Seriously. Do not even try.

We dinnered at this little restaurant/sports café close to our hotel called La Sequoia (yeah, I know. Such a French name, right?). Pattie was brave and ordered the Caesar salad that came with green beans covering the top of this bed of lettuce, and I ordered a turkey sandwich, complete with two halves of a hard-boiled egg on it. Really interesting, but not bad at all for either one of us. I will say, though, that breakfast was our favorite meal in Paris. For Pattie, it was any pastry containing chocolate, and I preferred the fruits/nuts. The pastries were very good and maybe even worth the trip across.

Day 3
Sunday, May 31st
Starting out the day on the Metro, I had another encounter with a gypsy. Lucky me. This time, however, it was even more entertaining that the first two. This lady was about 4 feet tall, walked with a cane and a crazy limp due to one foot being turned complete sideways, and was dressed very much like a nun. I saw her coming at me from the other side of the train, so I started preparing myself immediately. As she walked/limped/drug that other foot down the length of the car she was singing some crazy spiritual sounding song getting all in peoples’ faces with a cup or something to collect money. Then it happened; she looked up and saw me. Nope, not Pattie, Me. It’s always me. When she got to me, I kindly stepped out of her way and around the pole I was holding to. At this point we began some kind of dance routine fit for Broadway. As the small woman kept following me around the pole and singing, I couldn’t help but start laughing – of course Pattie was able to keep a straight face, once again (such talent!). Fortunately, we came to a stop and she got off the train and onto the next one to harass someone else. Oddly enough, she didn’t have much of a limp when exiting the train, but I did enjoy her song.

Once getting off at our stop, we began our adventure in Parisian fashion. Sunday afternoon was spent strolling down the Champs Elysees from the Arc de Triomphe (started being built by Napoleon) to the Obelisk at the Place de la Concorde (where Marie Antoinette, and others were beheaded). This shopping was absolutely fabulous. We went into the biggest Louis Vuitton store ever, a Mercedes store, lots of sunglasses shops, and definitely a little souvenir shop. After exploring more of the city, strolling along the Seine, and seeing the Moulin Rouge, we came back to Champs Eleysees and had an amazing dinner at a sidewalk restaurant – complete with tiramisu for dessert. Yum!!

Trip Update

2009-06-03T18:26:00.003-04:00

So sorry for the delay in getting blogs up. We have been without internet until very recently, and this is only for one day. I promise there will be plenty of pics, videos and stories coming as soon as we get to Grenada where we will have internet for the remainder of the trip.

So far, though, Pattie and I have had a great time in France. The weather has been wonderful, the people have been great, and the country overall has treated us well, considering that we have broken this country wherever we have gone. Long stories, but all is well from the Mediterranean!!

Viva la France!!

Nothing but love for the weekend.

2009-05-25T00:36:00.003-04:00

On Saturday my big plans to catch a suntan before the european adventure fell through due to hurricane Katrina coming back for a visit. Who knew that all the rain would turn the day into a great one? Not this girl. We ended up venturing to Atlanta to the Ballard's store. Umm... people, if you haven't been, it may be worth the trip. Got some great boxwood topiaries for the house and a matching wreath. They were 75% off because they were marked as Christmas items. Please - boxwood sure looks like year round to me. Don't worry, I didn't share this opinion with the lovely staff of Ballard Designs. I just smiled at them while the loaded up our car...

Couch outlet - not a bad deal either. Picked up a super cute classic "c" coach collar for the daughter with hot pink accents. Regularly like 50 bucks, on sale for $20. But then I fought the urge and put it back down. During this recession I figured it wasn't necessary for Isabelle to be sporting a Coach collar. She doesn't want to make all the other dogs feel inadequate, it's just not her way. And besides, she's just as happy decked in her $6 old navy collar. Thank goodness for a low maintenance pup!

Today I ventured up to Decatur to see Biz and we checked out the scene at the Decatur Arts Festival. I would definitely recommend checking this out next year just to browse, or even if you're in the market for some great pieces, just be prepared to spend a little. After walking around for a bit, we dinnered at Noodle. Cool place - great asian chicken salad. Thanks Michael for the yummy cake!

Braves win! Braves win! Braves win!

2009-05-24T00:59:00.003-04:00

Ok, so it wasn’t that dramatic, but still a great game. It turned out to be one of those perfect Friday nights with the perfect people. This game had been planned for weeks with no knowledge that the weather would emulate that of Seattle for 2 weeks straight. Being the troopers that we are, we decided to go out there and support the home team rain or shine, hell or high water.

Fortunately for us, the weather didn’t turn out exactly like the forecast predicted. While it poured the entire way to the stadium, and put the game at a 30 minute rain delay, shortly after we walked through those gates at Turner Field it all stopped. Just like that – it stopped. The weather turned out to be perfect for the boys of summer to go out there bring home a win.

The group of people turned out much like the weather. Not exactly as forecasted, and even more perfect than the original plan. It was a mixture of friends, old and new. And some of the best old friends this girl could ever ask for. The type of friends who you may not talk to every day, or every week, but still know you’re scared even when you’re not quite ready to admit it to yourself. They are the people who make you wonder how you ever made it through life without them and pray that you never will. The ones who sing right along with you during the 7th inning stretch and you don’t even care that your rendition of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” isn’t as polished as it could be.

After the game there was even more fun to be had. I have to say a big THANK YOU to the folks in the front office for a great firework display! I’ll be gone during the 4th of July this year, so I was able to celebrate a little early. I am well aware that I don’t have much pity from anyone, but I doubt that the people in Spain celebrate America’s independence quite like we do at home.

On to the next big treat of the night. Umm… Johnny’s Hideaway?? Never would have guessed it, but this place was like taking a step back in time. As soon as you enter the front door, you are time warped back into 1970 with a disco ball hanging above the dance floor and an Elvis shrine in a corner of the room. The music ranged from Frank Sinatra to Michael Jackson, and the people were equally diverse. This was the kind of place where grandparents could be found on the dance floor and had no idea, or just didn’t care that you were performing your best space game ever on them. It was the kind of place where you could proudly sport your polyester and it’s even encouraged. Johnny’s definitely ranks up there with my top 5 of all time, and next time I go, I may even wear sequins!

M.I.A

2009-05-20T19:32:00.003-04:00

So sorry. Been MIA lately. So here's the run down...

Post Sales exam, being fairly certain I failed, I did what any good woman would do. I went shopping! My mom, sister, my mom's friend and her daughter came down to Macon and we went wedding dress shopping! How fun!! Janet is getting married and we were on a mission to find her the perfect second-wedding dress. We found the perfect dress, and it was absolutely nothing like what any of us were expecting. But, it was PERFECT!! Can't wait for the wedding :) After all the shopping, I did the next rational thing. I went out!! I met my friends downtown and we successfully forgot all about that blasted exam. Dear life, I love you. Sincerely, Elizabeth.

Next go-round was the Jurisdiction and Judgments exam (Civil Procedure, as the rest of the world would know it). That was Wednesday, and it consisted of another trip out with the friends to celebrate. It seemed at this point that every exam was a HUGE milestone and the end!! Until we woke up the next day only to start studying again. Ha!

Finally, the day we'd all been waiting for had come. The last law school exam of 1L! What a joyous day this was. We all studied our hearts out for this one. Ok, that was a lie. By studying I mean hanging out poolside with notes in the lap, followed by a couple hours of Grey's Anatomy (We'll talk about this one later...). Friday brought glorious weather and the even more glorious feeling of knowing it would all be over so soon we could taste it. UGH!! Freedom finally!!

Friday night brought great weather and the most odd feeling that we had nothing more to study and nothing to procrastinate from doing. Craziness! To be honest, I still haven't come to terms with this feeling and am trying to ignore the constant nagging that I am forgetting to do something BIG.

The weekend and beginning of this week have been great. I've spent some time with my family and friends and have already found myself a task. I've decided that its time to dive into high school reunion planning! What fun this is. Well, so far, anyway. It's a good distraction for now and should keep me busy until I leave for my trip - which is ONE WEEK from tomorrow!!!! Yay!!

Ok, all for now. Will be back soon :)

Loves.

Ugh

2009-05-07T11:01:00.000-04:00

Sales exam tomorrow.

This is my life.

Crunch Time

2009-05-01T16:11:00.001-04:00

Con Law exam - Tuesday, 2:00pm.

I don't even know what Con Law means.

FML.

One Month

2009-04-29T11:03:00.004-04:00

Today marks the one month countdown to Europe! So excited!! Here's a quick look at the itinerary so far...

May 28th

Leave Atl for Paris

May 29th

Arrive in Paris

May 29th -May 31st

3 glorious days of Paris in the Springtime!!

June 1st

Leave Paris for Monaco (yep, that's right - Monaco.)

June 2nd - June 4th

Nice, France

June 4th - June 7th

Barcelona, Spain

June 7th - July 4th

Grenada, Spain

July 4th - July 6th

Seville, Spain

July 6th - July 7th

Pamplona, Spain - Running of the Bulls!

July 7th - July 9th

Madrid, Spain

July 9th

Return back to the Atl

Scary Age

2009-04-24T10:00:00.005-04:00

This week has been a really awesome one. As many of you know, it was the week of my 28th birthday. What a birthday it was! I am super fortunate to have so many wonderful people in my life and they made my day very special.

I am really looking forward to this year in my life and am embracing this new age of mine. As Professor Cole would say, your age is only what a piece of paper says you are. More importantly, though, I am comfortable with the place I am in my life at this point. While I haven't taken the traditional route, I'm happy that I am pursuing my goal of becomming an attorney and even more happy that I'm finally going to get my experience studying abroad! I can still get away with things like this in my 20's and I plan to take full advantage of it!!

Along with birthdays come the blatant reality that you're getting older. At my birthday dinner I was asked what my "scary age" was. This confused me a little because apparently I missed that episode of "Sex and the City," but the "scary age" is the age where you throw away your standards and reason and make the simple act of getting married your focus instead of "falling in love." For example, agreeing to marry a great guy friend at a certain age. WHOA!! Am I at the age where people start asking that!?! The "SCARY AGE!!!" The answer is no.

Funny story... at 19 my grandma called me and let me know that I shouldn't worry about being an old maid - and- that she was sure I would find someone to marry. Yep, you read that right. 19.

Well listen here folks, I'm still hanging on to Betty K's words. I refuse to worry about being an "old maid" at 28. After all, with all the progress in medicine, women are having babies in their mid-forties now. Multiples even!!

So (drum roll please) I have come to the conclusion that my "scary age" is 40. I probably would have made it 35, but I realized that I'm too close to 35 to set that kind of deadline for myself :)

What is your "scary age?"

In need of some prayer.

2009-04-19T15:56:00.002-04:00

Hi lovers,
Sundays suck. I know it's the Lord's day, so it doesn't really suck, but Sundays always bum me out because I know it's the precursor to Monday. I have a ton of work to do this week and just want to make it through to the weekend. That's what I live for these days, however, the weekends are just going to even more of the same for the next few weeks. That's right. Exams are here. Can you freaking believe it! I can't. And frankly someone better get it through my thick skull because if not, I'll be begging for my old job back wishing I didn't have $50,000 in student loans to pay back for the law school I got kicked out of. This is no joke.

But, I will just say that this weekend was a great one! Fri night I had dinner with the girls at Ingleside. Fav pizza place in Macon - maybe the only, not sure. Sat night I was a chaperone at a Kentucky Derby event! What fun!!

Dear College,
Oh how I miss you!
Sincerely, Liz.

The Pi girls were great, and with the exception of a few, their dates were lovely, as well. I must admit that I'm a little jealous that we did not do it up like that when I was there. I am so excited for those girls though that they are able to have such a great experience. You all know that I was a little hesitant about taking on the job of being the social advisor, but I will say that I'm pretty pleased with my decision. Got to have a free meal, dance the night away and drink all the confiscated alcohol that my little heart desired (thank you dude in the navy blazer :) Oh how I love teenagers who try to sneak bottles of vodka on the charter bus!!!

Alright, back to the books. Please send some prayers my way - I need them desperately. Did I mention I am sick? Because if not, I am. It's the grossness that's gotten me. Stuffy/runny nose, cough, headache, just pure grossness. Yes, I know. The Derby party/vodka probably didn't help, but whatever. I'm celebrating my last few days of being in my mid-20's.

We Go Together Like Rama Lama Lama...

2009-04-13T23:34:00.008-04:00

We go together

Remembered forever

That's the way it should be

We're one of a kind

Our names are signed

We'll always be like one

Here for each other

Just like my brother

We'll always be together

Sweet Dreams, Ellen.

Question of the Day

2009-03-30T16:52:00.002-04:00

Do you pronounce the word "Calzone" with the emphasis on the "Cal" or the "Zone"?

Thank you to my great friend, Dash, for providing me with such an enlightening topic to discuss.

For Dash...

2009-03-26T16:51:00.001-04:00

Busy Bee...

2009-03-25T10:11:00.007-04:00

Don't worry people, I have NOT divorced my blog.

Life has been super crazy lately and I've been busier than I have been in a long time. Besides school (which blows big time this semester), I ran off to Savannah for St. Patrick's Day and was also involved in a charity auction here at school.

St. Patty's Day in Savannah - what a night! I've been before and I just don't think it can be beat. Since I'm at least 50% Irish, I feel like it's my duty to the homeland to celebrate this holiday in style. So... a few friends and I were VERY irresponsible and ran off to Savannah after classes last Tuesday and made it back to Macon 4 minutes before our first class on Wednesday morning! It was a ton of fun and a much needed escape from the ordinary. I mean, really - where else are you going to find real live leprechauns??

The very next night was the Association of Women Law Students Charity Auction which was to benefit the Ronald McDonald House, The Sunshine House and also St. Jude. These are all such great causes and it's been so great to be involved in an event which raises much needed funds for these children. I am happy to say that the auction raised nearly $12,000!! The theme was "A Night in Las Vegas" and what a night it was! I ended up getting a little "paddle happy" and bid on far too many items, however was lucky enough to only win one package and a group package with some friends. The package I won was for a few things including a 3 month gym membership which is much needed for this girl. Since school started I've been pretty slack in the sitness department!! The other package is a group dinner with our favorite - Professor Wells. Wells is like our law school dad and always has great advice to pass along. We are all looking forward to spending some time with him outside of the classroom and also getting to know his wife, as well. Here is a pic of the girls and I from the auction - we just got our license to PARTY!!!

Survivor!

2009-03-09T21:53:00.002-04:00

So I made it through last week! Yay! Funny how it was my worst week of law school so far, but somehow it ended up being one of the best weeks too. I participated in my first oral argument competition, I was "up" in Sales, and then immediately following had a final exam. This was all on Wednesday. Then, as soon as I finished all the Wednesday fun, I started on my memo.

Isn't law school wonderful? Oddly, yes... sometimes.

I had a great time in the argument competition. I was such a great experience and the first thing I've done in school that offers immediate feedback. What a novel idea, right? It was a nice break from the usual. Legal Research... whatever. Not my favorite thing ever, but probably what I'll be using the most in the next few years. We'll see how that turns out. And Sales. What a joy that was. I was chewed up and spit out by my professor. Then he even drooled me a little bit down his tie. The good thing is though is that my pride has been gone for a while (August to be exact), so it didn't bother me too much. Pride is overrated anyway.

So can I talk about this weather please? Ugh... I want it to be like this forever and I promise I would not ever get tired of it. Maybe I'll move to Hawaii...

FML.

2009-02-27T22:02:00.003-05:00

I just finished my work for the night and I use the term "finish" very loosely. It's 10pm. All my friends are at a monster truck rally and that makes me jealous. I'm not even really that interested in monster trucks.

UnAUTHORized!!

2009-02-23T21:05:00.003-05:00

This may come as a surprise to some of you (Ok, who am I kidding? It will surprise ALL of you!!), but I am in the process of writing a book. No, no, not like a novel or anything remotely creative like that. I don't have it in me to describe the exact color green of the leaves, grass, etc. I just dont. Wish I did. Moving on...
I am writing a short book for guys. I guess it's kind of redundant to say that, right. Short book. Guys. Haha, I kid. So anyway, I'm writing a book for guys as a kind of "guide" on what's expected of them. Where did this come from, you ask? Well, I don't really know. I just woke up one morning and kind of felt sorry for them. Girls are constantly complaining about guys.

"I kept giving him these hints that I wanted that great necklace and can you believe he didn't get it for me?"

Yes, I can.

"So the other day I was totally sending signals to him and he still hasn't made a move. I mean, what's his problem?"

He never saw your signals. The only signals he sees are red, yellow and green.

"My boyfriend never takes me out anymore. It's like all we do it sit at home or hang out with friends. What if he is embarassed by me or doesn't like me anymore?"

He's not embarassed and he does like you. He thinks that if it's not broken, it doesn't need to be fixed.

While these examples are all a little extreme, we've all heard them before. I figured it was high time for guys to catch a break while also giving girls what they want. So... I've devised this little book that will answer all the questions they may have, or at least give them a little guidance. The problem is, however, that I do not have all the answers (I know, I know. It's hard to believe). That's where you come in. Please submit any topics or stories you think should be included to my e-mail or as a comment to this blog. All e-mail submissions will remain anonymous unless you give express permission.

Also, please share any dream dates or dating disasters that you think guys could benefit from.

Thanks and wish me luck!!

Advisement!?!

2009-02-18T14:44:00.004-05:00

Did I forget to mention that I am now the Social Advisor for ADPi? Well I am. When did I get old enough to advise?? I'm not gonna lie though, I'm excited about hanging out with the girls again, and maybe even getting some great social T's. Yea, I totally need to grow up...

Shut up, Michelle.

Blood Drive

2009-02-17T14:46:00.002-05:00

Today I gave blood. I'm O+ so they like my blood, but they would like me more if it was O-. I have come to terms with being second best at the American Red Cross. FYI, the trip wasn't worth it today if you're just interested in the juice and cookies. They had orange pineapple juice and nutter butter cookies. Not my cup of tea. The poor guy behind me almost passed out - it's a needle thing. I'm sure it didn't help that my lady was talking about how my vein would pump out blood like a water hose. True story. Poor guy...

My favorite part about giving blood is the questions they ask you. My personal favorite is, "Have you, or have you ever had sex with a person who has had sex with a prostitute who has had sex with an animal in Africa in the last 5 years?" If you happen to be one of those people who answer yes to a question like that, please see me after class. I MUST hear that story. No judging, I promise, but I do reserve the right to blog about it.

I volunteered for another committee today. So far I'm at 2. I fear that number may go up. Please help me, I think I may have a problem...

What I'm loving right now:

2009-02-13T23:34:00.000-05:00

Do you ever have a moment when you look at something small in your life and think, "Wow, this is really great!"? Lately I've had a couple of moments like that and it makes me feel great. In the midst of all this craziness in life and MAJOR stress with school, it's refreshing to take a minute to appreciate the little things. Now, this is not one of those feel good posts where I'm going to start talking about birds in the trees, sunshine, etc, etc. I really mean things. There are some great things out there! And while they may not help to make this world a better place, or put your soul at peace, they sure can cheer you up sometimes and, if you're lucky, maybe they can make the world a better place. For starters:

Ethos Stainless Steel Water Bottle from Starbucks

This little treat has been a great addition to my daily life. What's better is that this company is dedicated to providing clean water to children around the world. With all the talk that we're hearing lately about plastics, I thought it wouldn't be a bad move to move on to the stainless bottle and having it around keeps me from buying those bottles of water that will end up in a trash can and eventually a landfill. See... maybe some things can make this world a better place! (Sorry, no pic. I'll keep looking.)

L.L. Bean Super Shockwave backpack

Take it from me, this bag is a must have! Well, it may be because I had been using the school-issued Dell backpack that our computers came in, but I love it! This bag has 4 great sized zippered compartments in addition to the padded computer sleeve in the very back. My life and organization has improved tremendously, not to mention my style!!

Yellow Tail Shiraz

This item remains permanently on the list. One could argue that I need to refine my palate, but I see no need. I love this cheap grocery store wine! Let's be honest, I usually even buy the big bottle. The only problem I've found with this wine is that the big bottle doesn't fit in my wine rack, so I'm forced to drink the whole thing in a day or two.

Slipper Socks

So I'm not sure what genius came up with these babies, but why have I not had any before!?! If you don't have a pair, go get them now. They are perfect for my cold hardwood floors and have little slip resistant bottoms that keep me from falling on my butt when I am running to answer my phone. This is definitely a must have until it's time to break the flip-flops back out...

Hemps Herbal Moisturizer

My absolute favorite moisturizer! Not only does this lotion smell wonderful, but it does it's job, too. The hemp seed oil and extract are great sources of essential fatty acids and key amino acids which are super nurishing and hydrating. And don't worry... it's still THC free so you won't have any problems and your next drug test!

This is only a brief sample of the great items in my life right now and I'll continue updating periodically. Enjoy!

Awards Season!!

2009-02-10T14:54:00.002-05:00

Golden Globes? Grammys? Oscars? Nope...

The Blogger Awards!!

Thanks Mary Kate for the great honor :)

I'll be back soon with some nominations of my own...

Let Them Eat Cake!

2009-02-09T10:22:00.008-05:00

Coolest birthday candle ever!! And a pretty beautiful cake, too!

Happy Birthday Biz and Mrs. Zartman :)

Cake by Michael McKinney;

Photo credits: Biz McKinney, Michael McKinney

Double Blind

2009-02-05T18:05:00.002-05:00

Ever wonder what the daily life of a blind person might be like? Well, not me. I have had my fair share of blindness lately and I can tell you first hand, it is not fun!

It all began on Monday morning when my vision was obstructed with a slight fog. Not bluriness, but just that early morning fog that's just enough to turn your windshield wipers on. And just like a good little fog does, mine cleared up around noon. Que to Tuesday when the real fun begins...

Tuesday started out much like Monday did, except for the fact that the fog never cleared up. It got worse! If I were flying, we'd have to divert to some strange city where there was better visibility. By 4:30 Tuesday afternoon, I realized that this problem was quickly becoming a catastrophe and something had to be done quickly! I decided that a trip to my doctor at home would be my best bet because if they couldn't do anything to fix my eyes, I would be close to my eye doctor. See, these crazy eyes have an extended relationship with the eye doc. Against the better judgment of myself and that of my friends, I began the short journey home where I knew I would receive supreme care. How long did the trip last you ask? Oh, about 15 minutes until I had to pull over on the side of the interstate because my eyes would no longer stay open. Yep, that's right, for about 10 minutes I had been driving with the same amount of vision you have looking through a peep hole on the front door. Safe. Very safe. After I pulled over, I made a call to friends who came to rescue me and take me to my mom who was meeting us half way between school and home. By the time my friends arrived, my eyes were completely shut with no hope of opening again in the near future. I was so grateful for them and for my mom as they led me to the car and then into the doctor's office.

Dr. Visit #1: Doctor has no idea what is wrong and thinks it odd to have a patient in the office at 7:45pm complaining about an eye problem. Doctor gives antibiotic eye drops and Lortab to patient and sends her on her way with orders to see opthamologist 1st thing in the a.m.

Dr. Visit #2: Opthamologist assistant asks patient to put on glasses for vision exam. Patient cannot even open eyes to look at chart. Assistant puts numbing drops in patient's eyes and suddenly the patient can see and even sheds a slight tear rejoicing that she still has sight. Patient takes eye exam and realizes she can't even see the huge H at the top of the chart. Uh oh...

Patient finally sees opthamologist and is overjoyed and feeling like she has finally reached the pot at the end of the rainbow (or insert your own incredible life moment here). Dr. tells patient that her eyes are covered with lesions and are having some kind of reaction to the toxicity in her eyeballs. Nice. Dr. also tells patient that he can't measure the swelling of her eyeballs because they are beyond measurement. Even nicer. Dr. explains to patient that these lesions are very painful and patient confirms by telling Dr. she has taken 4 Lortab since 8:30 the night before. True story.

So... for all of you who happen to have a headache right now, or are worn out from a long day, I don't feel sorry for you. As I type this, my nose is up against the keyboard and screen making sure the words I type are correct. I'm hpoing to have vision back tomorrow, maybe the next day. It's baby steps at this point, but at least I'm off the pills. I'm pretty pissed though. Tonight's the 2 hour Grey's/Private Practice crossover event. I guess this is why kids are always told to use their imagination...

Shout out...

2009-01-29T17:06:00.002-05:00

Ok, to all of you out there not following my blogger friend Dash, please go check out his latest post entitled "Holy Mother of God." I think you'll enjoy it...

Friends are friends forever... or are they??

2009-01-28T15:09:00.000-05:00

Lately I've been thinking a lot about friendship. Friendship is one of the most important interpersonal relationships one will have in life, and I think as children we are a little misled. When we're young we are taught that friendship lasts a life time, once a friend always a friend, friends are friends forever, and any other catchy little phrase you can think of. Here's the thing though - it's not true. Friends are not always friends forever, and sometimes friends just suck.

The old addage, "Thats's what friends are for," just doesn't always work anymore. I've learned that it takes a lot of work to be a good friend. I've also learned that being a good friend is equally important as having good friends. I haven't always been the best friend and at times have gotten too wrapped up in my own life and personal situation to really be there when my friends needed me. We've all been there. The important thing is that we don't stay there.

I've decided that I don't have space available anymore for bad friends. I guess at a certain point in life you realize that having one great friend is far more important that having 100 bad friends. Life is not a popularity contest. Bad friends will suck you dry and a great friend will give you more strengh and confidence than you'll ever need. So from here on out, make a decision. Are you going to step up to the plate and be a great friend even when it's not always convenient for you, or are you going to sit in the stands, watch the game from afar and leave early if it starts to rain?

As for me, I can't promise I'll always have the best batting average and may not get the out, but I'll be there and I'll have my poncho.

Law School v. High School

2009-01-26T22:08:00.000-05:00

Law school is the educational/pseudo-social institution in our country which prepares bright minds to enter the workforce as enlightened, mature legal scholars ready to face adversity and fight for justice, right? Not right. Lately law school is feeling a lot more like high school than high school ever did. Seriously, this is freaking ridiculous!! I mean we are a group of twenty-somethings who cannot seem to get it through our small, simple minds that high school is over and it's time to grow up. It's bad enough that we have 1) lockers, 2) a cafeteria, 3) candygram fundraisers at holidays, 4) student parking lot and 5) prom, but all this DRAMA is about to drive me CRAZY!!! I am 27 years old and don't care who hangs out with whom, where they go, what they wear, or even what they do when they do what they do. I don't care even more if it's a boy and a girl that hang out. You know why? Because it is none of my business. Also, because I have been around long enough to know that if a boy and a girl walk down the hall together it doesn't mean they are having sex, nor does it mean they they want to. So, I am introducing "Law School Proposition, # 896571: Grow the hell up!" It will be open for comment at the next after-school student parking lot gossip session and then go to the floor for a vote at the lunch table.

Note: This blog has been posted in response to/appreciation for MSW 1/24 blog, paragraph 3, point 4.

I'm back, by request - part 2

2009-01-26T21:53:00.000-05:00

Ok, so to finish filling you in on the rest of my break - here it goes...
January has proven to be a month of cleansing. I guess with the new year came a strong desire to hit the refresh button on life in general. This cleansing process began with my mother and I cleaning out the storage room in our house. And, by cleaning out, I really mean to say purging. Seriously, it's like we've been binge-hoarding anything and everything for the last 10 years and then we finally threw it all out. The fun part of this process was that I was able to find lots of cool things from high school, especially pictures, which proved to be great entertainment for a girls night! This process took many days and 2 truck loads to the Salvation Army. Whew! What a relief when that was done :)
Next, on to the real fun, was my week of endless birthdays with a bachelorette party as the icing on the cake! That's right people, in order of day of birth, there was Taylor, Shannon, Marty, Michael, and Stephanie as my birthdays (week of Jan 12-19) and Kristin Sweat's bride-to-be celebrations!! What an awesome week and a necessary kick-off for the fun to come!!
The rest of the time was spent slowly, but surely, emerging from the cocoon of bliss I had wrapped myself in as I began my process of coming back for "Law School, part 2."

I'm back, by request - Part 1

2009-01-23T09:53:00.000-05:00

Ok people, I apologize for falling off the planet for such a long time, but I have been super spoiled by my long break and honestly didn't want to look at a computer screen or more importantly acknowledge the fact that I am the Liz Pool who is in law school. If I was going to continue blogging over the holidays, I would have changed the title to "Liz Pool is on holiday and contemplates dropping out of law school daily". So, here is a brief run down of my break and a few confessions, as well...
I had a great Christmas - thanks for asking. I did some shopping (all last minute of course) and really enjoyed it. I went for simplicity this year and it was wonderful. I highly recommend it. After exams I didn't have the energy and/or the money to shop like I had in years past. I spent a lot of time with family and friends and loved every minute of it. Christmas parties even seemed more simplified this year. Not sure what it was, but I vote to start a trend. Christmas day Adam and I delivered meals to underprivileged families. That was a far better experience that I ever thought it would be and put things into perspective. I had agreed to do it, but more so to help a friend and nothing more. I'm sure, though, that this will be a new Christmas tradition and I look forward to next year.
After Christmas I flew up to visit my family in Illinois. Boy, was that an experience! Not necessarily the trip, but getting there. We took off about 45 minutes late and when we were getting ready to land the pilot came on and told us that there was low visibility so we would have to circle for a while to see if it got any better. It only got worse, so after 30 minutes we headed to St. Louis. No offense to all of you out there who love ol' St. Louey, but that was not part of my plan. When we landed the airline informed us that they were transporting us by bus to our original destination. After a 3 1/2 hour bus ride and 7 hours later, I finally arrived! What a relief that was and I went on to have a fabulous time!
Fast forward to New Year's. Now as many of you know I had made explicit plans to not make any plans for this big night. I had made the decision that I wanted to ring in the new year with Ryan Seacrest and Dick Clark in my living room and go to bed early. Didn't happen. After much prodding (and a few guilt tactics), I was lured out to spend the evening with friends. I had a great time and still made it to bed around 2:45 and didn't even have to nurse a hangover the next day. What was my secret, you ask? Well... here it is, but please use discretion when sharing it. Step 1: Arrive at the party fashionably late, and look quite fashionable while you're at it. Step 2: Accept your friends offer to get you a drink - a vodka tonic, extra lime, of course. Step 3: Insist on getting your own drinks after that. Step 4: Ask the very talented bartender to fix you a water which looks identical to your vodka tonic. Step 5: Verify with the police officer on duty at your party that one drink over the course of 3 hours would not put your over the legal limit in the case that there road blocks between there and your house. Yep, that's right. There you have it people. That is the secret to my success. I'm pretty sure AARP will be contacting me to submit an article on this very thing...

Commercialized...

2008-12-17T10:03:00.000-05:00

Ok people, with all the spare time I have these days to watch TV, I've been seeing some commercials that are really quite entertaining. Yes, yes, I should be more focused on my exams and working hard to ensure I am familiar with the material in my outlines, but the Snuggie? Really?

You know it, you've all seen the commercial. It's basically a blanket with sleeves, or a robe worn backwards. On this commercial, however, people act like it's the most novel thing they have ever owned. My personal favorite is when the family is sitting at a ballgame, all wrapped in their individual Snuggies. It says that they're one size fits all, however the little girl is basically swallowed by the thing. Hilarious! So... for all of you out there that have extreme difficulty using your remote control while you are sitting under a blanket on the couch, or cannot read a book with a blanket, this is the thing for you! But wait! That's not all... if you order now, you can also get a handy-dandy book light!! Yes, just what I want!! So, if you haven't seen the commercial, it's on YouTube. You owe yourself the small treat of experiencing the Snuggie!!

Happy "Slutty" Holidays!

2008-12-09T23:01:00.001-05:00

Ok, so this is something that has been on my mind for a while...it was really a topic of discussion over Halloween, but now I think something needs to be done! Please tell me why it is that women (especially young women) feel like the holidays are an excuse to wear less clothes than normal? I do not understand this phenomenon. Let me give you some examples:
Halloween
French Maid
Slutty Librarian
Slutty School Girl
Slutty Nurse
Slutty Cheerleader
Slutty, Slutty, Slutty!!!

Please, give me a break! And now it's starting at Christmas!?! It has become a recent trend to either host or attend tacky Christmas parties. And with the many hours I have procrastinating studying my outlines, I am seeing this trend rear it's ugly head at these Christmas parties! I mean, seriously people. This is RIDICULOUS!! Maybe I missed the memo, but I am still of the school where I think it's proper to wear clothing in public, especially if someone is hosting you in their home. Maybe even show up with a bottle of wine and then send a thank you note for their graciousness and hospitality. I guess that's what we're going to call "old school" these days.

Whatever happened to people dressing up like clowns (if you're not afraid of them, of course), or witches, or your favorite athlete? Whatever happened to fun costumes that require more than 1 square inch of fabric? Do people wear poodle skirts for Halloween anymore? I couldn't answer that... unless it's a slutty sock-hop theme.

So all of you out there, please do me a favor and remember your values this holiday season. Frankly, I just can't see one more Slutty School teacher in a tacky Christmas sweater, or another Slutty Elf in a Facebook photo album.

Thank you.

What a Relief!

2008-12-04T20:48:00.001-05:00

That I'm finished with exam 1 out of 5, you ask? Nope. My house is clean!! What a great feeling! After some study time today, I did some shopping, (finally) got a Christmas tree skirt, swept, vacuumed, scoured my bathroom and kitchen. I have all my candles lit, the tree is bright and the garland on my fireplace finishes the place off. I just LOVE it!! Didn't I tell you this would happen? Time to study for exams and I have the cleanest house around. If anyone wants to come for a visit, now is the time. My house is always ready for guests (as in clean on the surface), but doesn't get the "deep" clean too often. I'm talking baseboards and all. Hmm... what am I going to do tomorrow? For the next two weeks? I guess I did't leave myself much work... surely I'll find something. No worries, people.

Very quickly (Grey's is about to start), I need to talk about my new obsession. Scarves!! No, not the kind Grandma or the flight attendants wear with a broach (no offense, Crouch :), but the kind of winter scarf that has become a major fashion accessory. I am just loving the look. It's so practical because it keeps you warm where you need it, but so cute too to twist it and wrap it any way you'd like. It can totally take just a plain shirt from drab to fab in a second and when you change the way it's wrapped around your neck, the look changes completely! I know this trend has been around for a while, but I could never rock the look before, but with minor adjustment this past summer, I can finally pull it off!

Ugh!

2008-12-02T11:41:00.001-05:00

Ok, so law school sucks. Not really... but really. Who wants to be worried about exams when there are Christmas trees everywhere and life is merry? Not me! I want to be concerning myself with planning my holiday outfits, buying gifts and watching claymation on ABC family. This is just ridiculous. Who ever thought it would be a good idea to create a school calendar where you actually have to do something productive between Thanksgiving and Christmas? I declare today to be the day that changes. I will start a revolution and future generations will be grateful for me paving the road to holiday enjoyment without the ominous exams looming and clouding their holiday spirit. See, I have not given in to it yet. Yesterday after class, I went home and decorated my house. After that, I went to buy ribbon so I could make bows for my tree, wreath and garland. Dinner with friends followed and then a long cozy night of bow making at my house. No studying for me. Bad idea! Oh well, my house looks nice and I think that will help me better focus during exams, or at least it will be one less thing for me to make an excuse about. Now it will just be scrubbing my base boards or something really useful like that, maybe even re-folding all my clothes in my dresser, that's always a good thing to do. Gross... it will all be over soon. December 18th is a holiday for me this year. I will celebrate and turn my brain off until January 20th. Oh what bright days lie ahead (Is it lie, or lay? I think lie, but I really don't know). Anyway... happy Tuesday :)

Sounds of the Season

2008-11-24T17:33:00.000-05:00

Ok, so today my mom dug into the depths of her Christmas music collection and found my favorite Christmas CD. It's Amy Grant from 1983. It was remastered in 2007 and I'm about to buy it from eBay! Now, Linda is a little sneaky and didn't tell me she found it, but all of a sudden the most wonderful sound filled my ears and it was "Tennessee Christmas!" I know, I know... wrong state, but the song is still great, the whole CD is really. I guess that enough about Christmas music since it's still before Thanksgiving...

This break has been pretty good so far. I've spent some time studying (not as much as I should have) and also some good QT with the fam. Tomorrow I'm going into my (old) office to have lunch with the girls at work. I am so excited about seeing them and hanging out in my old home away from home. I just love those people and wish I could have taken them all with me to school : )

I guess that's all for now... I'll keep you posted on the work reunion and all the lovely Christmas music...

Happy Friday!!

2008-11-21T10:05:00.000-05:00

Happy Friday to all! It's always such a great feeling to wake up on Friday morning and know you're in the home stretch. This morning I was super productive... I started packing, I finished my reading for Contracts and even washed dishes! I mean, I was like a machine, seriously.

Last night was the big Thanksgiving feast with friends from school. We had great food and a great time celebrating the beginning of the holiday season together. It was such a cool night and reminded me once again how lucky I am to be surrounded by such special people everywhere I go. Without getting too sappy, I would like to think that if God had given me the opportunity to hand pick all of my friends, I would pick each of you. Whether from home, undergrad, work or law school, everyone means so much to me and I can't imagine not having you around.

So, only 3 1/2 hours until break time starts! It's so funny because we're all talking about how excited we are to have this time off so we can study more. Haha... we're such nerds, but I guess that's the nature of the beast this time of year. I plan on getting re-acquainted with the Flynt River Regional Library in beautiful Griffin, GA. I spent a lot of time there my junior year of high school writing my research paper. Ok, so I thought it was a lot of time then, but it was really only like 3 hours... max. Oh if the high school me could see me now!

Who's Hungry?

2008-11-20T16:54:00.000-05:00

The Lady's Cheesy Mac

Ingredients
4 cups cooked elbow macaroni, drained
2 cups grated cheddar cheese
3 eggs, beaten
1/2 cup sour cream
4 tablespoons butter, cut into pieces
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup milk
Directions
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
Once you have the macaroni cooked and drained, place in a large bowl and while still hot and add the cheddar. In a separate bowl, combine the remaining ingredients and add to the macaroni mixture. Pour macaroni mixture into a casserole dish and bake for 30 to 45 minutes. Top with additional cheese if desired.

Brie en Croute

Ingredients
1 sheet frozen puff pastry (package comes with 2 sheets)
1 tablespoon butter
1/4 cup chopped pecans or walnuts
1 small (8-ounce) wheel Brie
1/2 cup raspberry jam
2 eggs, beaten
Directions
Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.
Defrost 1 sheet of puff pastry for approximately 15 to 20 minutes and unfold (place remaining sheet in freezer for later use). Melt butter in a saucepan over medium heat. Saute nuts in butter until golden brown, approximately 5 minutes. Place nuts on top of Brie and spread jam on top of nuts. Gently roll pastry with a rolling pin to increase the size of the sheet 1 to 2 inches in each direction. Brush both sides of the sheet with beaten egg. Center the wheel of Brie on top of the pastry sheet. Bring all four corners of the sheet together above Brie and twist slightly to form a "bundle." Tie gathered pastry with kitchen/cooking string (tie string in the form of a bow), arranging pastry until you are satisfied with the "bundle" shape. Place "bundle" on an ungreased cookie sheet and bake for 20 to 25 minutes until pastry is golden brown. Serve with top-quality crackers.

So today I decided to be a blogger...

2008-11-19T15:03:00.000-05:00

Not sure what has come over me, but I thought it would be fun to become a blogger. It seems that I don't have enough to do right now with my first semester exams looming and plenty of work to do! I guess something must be wrong with me because I'm not buying in to the panic stricken, put my life on hold, shortness of breath, stresss reducing seminars frame of mind that comes along with being a 1L (... yet). I think I must be in denial. Oh well, it is what it is and the pieces will fall where they may. I figure that while I may not be the smartest person here, I am definitely not the dumbest. I'll probably end up somewhere in the middle, and I'm ok with that. I mean really, it's not like I'm Supreme Court bound... right?

Ok, so moving on from school because it's my least fav topic... I'm super ready for the holidays! Can you believe that they are here!?! I am so excited to hang out with friends, spend time with my family and most importantly, listen to all the Christmas music! I know, I know, nothing annoys most people more than the endless sounds of the seasons on the radio starting the day after Halloween (I've limited myself to listen only after Thanksgiving) and not ending until after Christmas, but I just love it. I can definitely identify with Meg Ryan in Sleepless in Seattle... you all know it, the car drive where she's following Walter and listening to the Delilah type in the radio and starts crying. It just makes me happy and music is the medicine of the heart. Haha... terrible I know, but true nonetheless.

Holiday season, part one starts this Friday and I am thrilled! I get to go home for the whole week and see Isabelle every day!! I've decided that school will not take over my life and definitely will not monopolize my holidays. I will NOT study at all on Thanksgiving. (So, all of you reading this, please remind me of that in case my break down does actually happen some time during the next week.) As of right now, my plans for the week are to study during the day and then have my evenings free for whatever. I'm really hoping to get in some good family time, friend time, and maybe even a little time with my work friends from ACS. I really miss them and am looking forward to spending some time with them over the breaks.

I know I keep talking about the break, but I would like to say that I'm excited about tomorrow night. My friends at school are all getting together to celebrate Thanksgiving! This made me really happy because those of you that went to undergrad with me know that one year I did an entire Thanksgiving meal by myself!! I just love sharing the holiday with friends and that was a great year at the Pi house and I think this will be great too. I feel really lucky to have made such great friends here that like to spend some good QT together. I'm taking my (well... Paula Deen's) baked brie and also my amazing (ok... well Paula Deen's amazing) mac and cheese. These are two of my fav dishes and I'm thinking that the Macon friends will keep me around if I feed them well :o) Wish me luck on making these in my own kitchen without all my mom's cool gadgets...