20 more down…

That’s right, 20 more resumes and cover letters sent out since my last post.

I have become less discriminating in my job search as well. Instead of trying to apply in my preferred fields, environmental law and children’s advocacy, I am applying for any legal position I may possibly be qualified to work in.

So far that has included finance, real estate, personal injury, collections, traffic and petty offenses, civil litigation, and more.

Someone, somewhere has to at least be interested in interviewing me.

I have downloaded “killer cover letters” from our school’s career center and tailored each cover letter to match the position I am applying for. I have included writing samples, letters of recommendation, and references.

Satisfyingly fat typed envelopes have been flying off my desk with surprising rapidity.

My goal is ten applications a day. So far I have mananged to hit it. Of course, I did register with three placement agencies, and submitted my online resume for about 15 positions through them, so not all of the 10 a day have been as carefully applied for as the ones I am sending out on my own.

Still, I have to believe I am getting closer to finding a job that fits me.

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Crickets…

That is the sound I hear after submitting my resume to dozens of potential law firms.

There have been no responses that I can call positive, since there have been no responses at all! I have had plenty of leads that lead nowhere, and tons of time put into trolling the job sites for postings that may or may not lead to more nowhere.

Worst of all, the money from my last case is dwindling, the next case I take will not pay for a long time.

How does one start a law practice without entering bankruptcy or selling half naked pictures of themselves on the internet? (Not that my post-baby body would earn as much as my pre-baby body, but hey, someone out there has to have a stretch mark fetish.)

What makes me the most nervous is that I have only submitted about 20-25 resumes. My significantly more experienced friend submitted over 100, and from those, only received 11 interviews. Ha ha HA!!

So, I submit 80 more resumes, and then maybe I will get a phone call? Ugh, I have educated myself out of the workforce people, it was easier for me to find work when I didn’t have a law degree.

Guess all I can do now is…. go back to school.

We call the big one bitey and other tales of woe…

Back in college my husband lived with several of our friends in a house in Ft. Collins. One of those friends had 3 ferrets, and the largest one had a penchant for nipping. The saying they came up with at the time was “We call the big one Bitey”. Therefore, Lee completely understood what I meant when I looked at him the other day while nursing Otter and said “we call the big one Bitey.”

Otter is cutting 4 molars currently, and lately he has been testing my dedication to breastfeeding.

Chomp goes the baby.

No Otter!! No biting!! says I, in a stern voice that causes Otter to pull away a little and look sadly at me, lips a-tremble. A delicate sigh will escape his down turned mouth and then he will snuggle back down to nursing.

CHOMP!!! goes the baby.

Fuck!! Get OFF me! I’m Done!! I scream through gritted teeth.

Lee!! Take him before I do something I regret!! I implore as I clutch my wounded nipple in a vain attempt to stop the throbbing pain.

Wah!! says the baby, as he is carried away from milk and Mama, confused and uncertain as to why he has been bereft of his favorite snack/snuggle time.

Ow…ow…OW…OW….OW!! The kid is biting hard enough that it takes days for the pain to fully recede. I don’t want to stop nursing right now, but I am starting to get nipple shy. I swear, my nipples attempt to retreat back into my body whenever Otter comes near me.

Ideas? Suggestions? Sources for nipple armor?

To add insult to injury, or actually injury to injury, I managed to put my left hand into a fully operational ceiling fan yesterday while attempting to organize my very tall space-saving bookshelf. (It turns out that fan related injuries are an inherent downside of space saving.) I am currently debating a visit to the doctor to see if it is supposed to hurt this much and stay this swollen. I am having a hard time typing, lifting, driving, diapering, coffee making, fork holding, etc.

Of course, I am a stay at home mom, so clearly all I need it for is retrieving bon-bons from the coffee table right?

Right?

Mixing “work” and motherhood…

Ugh. I am trying really hard to get my contract practice together, but everything is still in the pipeline.

In the meantime, we are still bleeding money. Well, not bleeding exactly… more like gushing.

If it was possible, I could go get a job somewhere traditional 9-5 ish and get a paycheck coming in. The problem with that is that I would have to make a pretty ridiculous salary to pay all the bills I need to pay and the additional costs of daycare.

Nope. My current plan, work from home for attorneys doing the work they either can’t get to or have no interest in getting to, is a better plan.

If, of course, it works.

Currently I am reading up on the draft Rules for Oil and Gas development in Colorado while listening to Madagascar in the background. My children are watching the aforementioned film, and are about to be bribed into additional good behavior with watermelon and goldfish.

I am uncovering the self that was excited by things like Comprehensive Drilling Plans and Environmental Impact Statements. She was buried under several layers of domesticity, and I think I had to wipe off some quiche residue and baking flour when I brought her out. She is a little rusty, and sometimes rolls her eyes at the legalese, but she did manage to enjoy reading the new proposed regulations last night, and is looking forward to the remaining 147 pages. (Okay, kind of looking forward to them.)

Growing pains…

I am so happy to be home, but I am still aching a little for New Jersey.

There were so many things I did to cheer myself there, and to feel at home. I miss the little routines I developed with my kids, and my friends. It strikes me at odd moments.

This morning I went looking for coffee in the kitchen and missed the fun local coffee section of the Wegman’s. Missing it got me thinking; no more Wegman’s, no more Dunkin Donuts, no more walking path, no more unexpected bodies of water.

Living somewhere new is hard, very hard, but it turn’s out that leaving somewhere new is hard too. I feel all adrift again. I have to make these routines all over again, back home, just as if I had moved to a new place. It’s made a little easier by the number of friends and family I have here, but it is still a little strange, a little lonely.

On the upside, I got my fantastic kitchen mixer from Dustin yesterday (THANK YOU D!!) and have already whipped up some delicious whole wheat shortbread cookies.

It’s easier to adjust to a new place with cookies. It’s a scientifically proven fact.

And then they were wed…

Scott and Sierra’s wedding was a lovely occasion that managed to capture their no nonsense personalities as well as the beauty of their romance. The event was held Friday morning at Chautauqua in Boulder. The bride and groom arrived looking gorgeous, and proceeded to share their happiness with their attendants, friends, and family.

The groom prepares to take his vows
The groom prepares to take his vows
The bride and groom hung out with the crowd before the event began, taking care of last minute issues and beaming happiness on all in attendance.
The Bride prepares to take her vows
The Bride prepares to take her vows
Three lovely ladies make their final preparations for the task at hand.
Three lovely ladies make their final preparations for the task at hand.

The flower girls were patient as they waited to toss petals onto the grass.

Flower girls prepare for their entrance
Flower girls prepare for their entrance

The day was hot, but the couple more than made up for the heat by keeping their ceremony brief yet lovely, and by following it up with a bacon reception.

Yes… piles and piles of bacon were heaped upon the guests as they trooped indoors to the air conditioned reception area. Okay, it wasn’t heaped upon us, but there was a vat of crispy bacon on the reception table, along with fruit, biscuits and organic jam, and breakfast burritos. It was a fantastic breakfast feast!

After the bacon there were 8 organic cakes from Whole Foods to choose from, and champagne to sip in honor of the lovely couple. (No toasts beyond two words were allowed, so Lee, Devon, and I stood and said “To the… Bride and… Groom” and then drank away!)

I lugged out the camera and got some good shots of guests at the reception, of the cakes (okay, I had to photograph the cakes) and of Otter as he ran around the tables and peeked out from behind the chairs. I managed to miss the cake cutting, the (non)toast, and the ceremony (I was in it though, so forgive me that one). I did get some before and after shots!!

Seven cakes a counting
Eight cakes a-laying

There were shots of each cake, but really, all I will do is make you hungry so I will limit myself to the prettiest cake close up:

My favorite cake
My favorite cake

Mmmm…. cake. Otter hid from me and played camera tag for a while:

I know Im cute
I know I'm cute

Here he is hiding behind a chair:

Peek a Boo!!
Peek a Boo!!

It was a fantastic wedding, followed up by an evening at the Rio drinking tequila and talking about love. Congratulations Scott and Sierra! Thank you for letting us be a part of your magical day!!

Okay, okay, just one more cake.
Okay, okay, just one more cake.