Settling In

I am in my second week of the semester and I should start to feel like I am settling into my routine, but I am not.  I am still wigged out about my Tuesdays and I love my Thursdays, and my Fridays overwhelm me in a completely wonderful way.  3L.  That means the bar is just around the corner.  Thanks for reminding me. Jerk.

I have been missing Rob with some sort of terrible ache because I just haven’t seen him.  Sure we “see” each other but I haven’t had a talk with him for days and days.  I feel like I am constantly flying from one place to the next.  In a suit, no less.

This weekend is Labor Day so I am hoping for some peace and calm, but I think I am going to get a face full of anxiety. Rob and I are taking a new Bible Study on Sunday mornings and it is a good time for me to just sit down and breathe.  I am hoping Rob and I can do breakfast after that and leisurely look at each other’s faces again.

So much of me these last couple days has felt like I am using all my strength to push a boulder up a hill.  My shoulders are tense and I am drinking too much caffeine.  I have gotten myself to the point where I don’t know how to unwind myself.  If I was 65 years-old I would say I had gotten myself into a tizzy.  I am in such a blur that I have let my support network fall away.

So my goal for the weekend: Take a deep breath.  Cut out the coffee.  See Rob’s face for awhile.

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Out of the Woodwork

So, a few months ago, our wedding was featured here.  And my readership went from like 2 people a day, to about 100 a day.  Which is exciting for me! It is nice to feel like I am talking to people, rather than just myself.  I write because I enjoy it.  It is nice that other people do too!

However, I would like to know who some of you are!  And what you like reading about and what you don’t like reading about.   Too many posts about anxiety?  Too few?

I tend to write posts as I think them, but I could definitely write more if I had an idea of what were great posts and what were so-so posts.  Funny posts or serious?  More about WLS? Less?

Too many pictures?  Too few?

Too shy to comment?  Jenifer {at} wittytitlepending.com.  I really would love to hear from you.

Organized Chaos

This has been my life the past few days.  I have started my final year of law school and have been running in a dozen different directions.  But for now, I have a story for you.

I have been bothering the hell out of my dad for the past… year?? to help me network for jobs for post graduation.  Being cut from the same cloth as I am, he has been on it like white on rice, but somehow… things all appear to be happening RIGHT NOW.  Like RIGHT NOW.  As in, I am freaking out RIGHT NOW.  So yesterday I emailed him a long list of my intentions and goals with regard to job hunting.  Including places that I am considering applying, places that I have applied, etc.  I also pretended to have a really bad Russian accent for half of the e-mail.  Zis iz ze plan! Yep. I am awesome. I know it.  I also used the term “womp womp” and included how my day was going.  So.  If you hadn’t guessed it – this was a personal email.  PERSONAL! OKAY?!

So dad just forwards it on to a woman I have been trying to meet with for the past three months.  And bada-bing I have a meeting with her.  What the what?! No, but seriously. WHAT?

I did what I do, cancelled my plans and ran to the meeting like a crazy woman.  And then we talked about her hair and my dad and the fact that I had left my blazer elsewhere.  Whoops.  But we also talked about my job experience and what I am looking to achieve and my career goals.  I mean, there was no hiding the ball with her, she already knew my game plan.  I liked her.  She liked me.  I think I start tomorrow? She isn’t the greatest at responding to e-mails.  So I said, here are my details, see you Thursday.  Love, Jen!

What the what?

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Doughnuts!

Wednesday was our fake anniversary.  And if you are new around here, you are probably going – wtf?  Rob and I got married twice.  Once legally and once ceremonially.  Or religiously.  Or whatever.  Once we signed the paperwork.  Once we had a wedding.  We celebrate the day we signed the paperwork – March 21, 2008.  But we had a wedding August 8, 2009.  So, August 8 holds a special place in our hearts.  I don’t know about you, but to me, fake anniversaries call for homemade doughnuts.  Obviously.

There are two reasons for this.  One, is my list of forty things I would like to accomplish before I turn thirty.  Learning to make homemade doughnuts was number 22 on this list.  Second reason, Rob loves doughnuts.  Hardcore.  In typical man fashion, he is over the moon for doughnuts and pizza.  Surprisingly not beer.  Even more surprisingly – not TEA!  More on that later.

Rob, being Rob, is specific when it comes to his doughnut needs.   And I mean REAL specific.  Must be seedless raspberry jam.  Must be coated in cinnamon and sugar.  NOT POWDERED sugar.  Check.  I followed the recipe to a T and this is the face I was rewarded with:

Without further ado, here is the documentation of our first attempt at making doughnuts!

My first time using yeast.  I was very skeptical.  But it ROSE!

All the same size! Mostly.

Rob was annoyed that I was fooling around near HOT OIL.  This is him putting up with me.

Frying!

Very important part: JAM

The taste!

SUCCESS

Jess, covered in jam.

Perfect jam doughnut.

So, in conclusion.  I now know how to make doughnuts!!

PS  – That would be Roommate A, Jess. 

giving up

I joked with my roommate today that I just want to give up on law school.  I have an intense test tomorrow and I am feeling as if my deadlines for school and work and life are all starting to get bunched up and it is making me feel pulled in a dozen different directions.  I need to be gearing up for the new semester and my classes.  And my fall internship.  And the Bar.  And I am a 1L mentor.  And Jake is moving!  to!  college!  And Jilli is starting school! And it was our anniversary yesterday.  And I don’t know what to wear ever.  And I just cut off all my hair and I am feeling a little unsure about it.  And a million ands after that.

So.  Sometimes giving up on law school sounds like an excellent idea.  But that is all it ever is.  An idea.  I couldn’t ever do it.  I want this – badly.  There is a saying floating around Pinterest (of course), that if your dreams don’t scare you, they aren’t big enough.  Well, lets just say my dreams are plenty effing big right now.

Today has been a head in the sand kind of day for me.  I feel ready to take this test but would be not at all surprised if I had to take it again.  And again.  Which is what has put me in this mood.  I can feel completely ready for a law school test and get a C-.  I can feel like I have no idea what the hell is going on and get an A.

The lack of rhyme or reason to it makes me feel like the bar is going to be a treat.

PS – cheery post about doughnuts soon to come.

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