I didn't think I was much of a fantasy genre reader, but it just so happens that I'm more than half-way through the first Harry Potter book. Not too bad if I do say so! I don't foresee myself become ridiculously addicted to the Harry Potter series, but I'm not making any bets, and you shouldn't either. You never know. I come from a family of addicts.

Today was the second time I cried at work. First time was when I found out MMG had cancer. But today, I cried. Because of the nature of my work, I can't get into specifics (sounds like I work for the CIA...don't get excited, I don't) but let's just say I got emotionally invested in a case, and my client was found guilty. I held it in until for about an hour and then I cried. I'm questioning whether I'm cut out for this. Real estate is much more safe. Even estate planning. Dead people don't come back and yell at you for giving their son and not their daughter some ugly painting. But criminal law - damn, especially when you're client is innocent. That's when it gets tough. It's easier if you have guilty clients, cause you work your hardest to make sure the system doesn't screw them. But when they're innocent...I need to make sure I don't get emotionally invested, and attached, and all that bullshit. I'm looking forward to the day when I have 10 years of experience behind me. That'll be the day when I won't come back from court and feel like crumbling into a puddle of tears.

Do you have a secret?

I miss Steve.

Presents from my garden

Beautiful presents if I do say so myself! We have zucchini coming out of our ears, so guess what we made on Saturday? Yup, zucchini bread. It's really good, if I do say so myself. We have brandywine tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, and other heirloom tomatoes growing; however, only the cherry tomatoes are ready. The others are still on the vine. We've been quite fortunate with our garden. The only struggling veggie has been the squash, and frankly, if that's the only failing veggie, I'm a happy camper.

Why Blog?

A friend asked me why I blog? And as I was formulating my answer - as it was spewing forth from my mouth - I am still pondering this question. With Facebook, Myspace, Friendster and more (all of which I have page), I started considering that maybe this means of communicating is selfish and narcissistic. Really, why do I write online for others to read? Maybe it's insecurity, and I hope people find me interesting. But then, do I really care what people think? I try to convince myself that I don't care what other people think, but secretly I guess I do. So, in addition to wanting people to find me interesting, why do I blog? Here are some of the excuses...


1) I like to keep a diary and I type faster than I write.

2) I share my projects with others, since I often like reading about other people's projects.

3) I think of witty things in my head (at least, I think they're witty) and I hope other people find them just as witty.

4) Thoughts in my head should not stay in my head, and here is just as good of any place to dispose of them.

5) I like to have something that's just mine, and no one else's.

6) This is a great starting point for interesting discussion with friends far away.

7) Blogging encourages me to become a better writer.

8) Blogging keeps my far-away friends informed about my life.

I could go on, but those are just a list of reasons (excuses) without thinking too hard.

And for a cute picture of Steve. And yes, that is her in the bathtub.

Okay, one more...Sorry it's so dark. I'm not at all technimologially savvy with the photo stuff. But if you look really close, you see a sweet face.