budding homebody and the monopoly addiction

haven't written much lately as have discovered that am enjoying staying in and marathon dvd watching and playing monopoly with sisters and half-mother.

also the schedule leaves much to be desired, with civ pro and labor and the other subjects just plain pissing me off with the course loads and the less than stellar hours. gripe gripe. not to mention certain people who like to tell on me about my recitation performance (to the attorney who took MCLE seminars at the law center.), and certain people who neglect to inform other waiting people that they won't be showing up after all. so tendency to want to never get out of the loving cocoon that is my bed to take the bumpy smoky ride to school and face almost certain humiliation at the hands of people who are gods to me as they have managed to graduate and pass the bar and still be alive and not be obviously mentally ill. would much rather stay in bed and get out only for random games of monopoly and ice cream.

also have taken up jogging. or more accurately, walking and jogging. walking mostly. have managed to jog a fourth of the oval then walk a fourth and then jog a fourth and then...you get the drift. said activity leaves me a bit tired and hungry and in the mood for home and monopoly and dessert.

also have not been going out to drink. have not had a drop of alcohol in system for three weeks now. except for yesterday when sipped from father's beer glass (to prevent beer from spilling) and his birthday when finished more than half of bottle of chick drink mudslide (cheap and chocolaty. works for me!). have been too annoyed (with course load) and too tired (from the exercise) and too anti-social to want to go out. monopoly a lot more fun these days.

plus it's fun to piss off the attorney as since we started playing every night he has not had anyone to talk to and now he goes to bed early and lonely. joke.

anyhoo.

monopoly monopoly monopoly.

such is the curse of the doomed to be single forever. thirty five, a lawyer, and home with parents playing monopoly.

on tradition

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it's my dad's birthday this sunday, and am holding off on getting my nails done in anticipation of what could be a major grime collecting event this saturday.

saturday, or actually the day before my dad's birthday, is the day we dust off our christmas tree, hunt amongst the many boxes piled up in the garage for the lights and ornaments, and launch what for my family is the beginning of the christmas seaon by greeting my dad's 55th day with the tree all lit up.

it's a tradition we've had since way back when, or actually since we discovered that not setting a definite date for "operation tree up" would lead to it either being set up way early (christmas 97? i think) like september, or way late (christmas 99).

and love for tradition is something i think my dad has passed on to me and my other sisters, such as staying in on one's birthday and spending it with family, the one glass of champagne (which my father thinks is still the only alcohol we get all year) on new year's eve, christmas eve with my mom and christmas day with my father, and all those little moments during the year where like clockwork, more often than not unconsciously, we follow patterns set from years back.

and tradition is nice, tradition is safe, tradition is happy.

tradition is safe harbor from the unexpected and the expected even, it's the thing you can count on, even if it's the tradition that totally sucks (like not drinking during the christmas break not cause i can't go out but cause my dad throws a hissy fit when i do, so in essence i can't go out nga. labo)

and tradition is the harbor i will cling to as this second sem of my second (and thus far less tumultuous) year in law school begins, and as i await the grades from two subjects whose total combined units, if i flunk, will seriously derail any plans i have of ever having a life for the rest of the year.

but i leave whoever is reading this with a thought from luke, from gilmore girls the tv show:

( a different take on tradition which in grumpier moments i must confess i share)

tradition is a trap that allows people to stick their head in the sand. everything in the past was so quaint, so charming. times were simpler. kids didn't have sex. neighbors knew each other. it's a freaking fairy tale. things sucked then, too.

it just sucked without indoor plumbing.