A pregnant woman doesn’t enter a bar

The Bar Exam…

Is this upcoming week, however, after a long and hard think, I will not be taking it. Instead, I will be finishing the complaint for my first ever case as a licensed attorney, and will be compiling educational materials to assist in establishing a foundation in honor of my friend Nick.

As to my reasons, between baby, moving, and burnout, it was simply too much. I couldn’t make enough milk to feed Otter, freeze a store for the exam, and train him on the bottle. I couldn’t get the house unpacked, work on my case, and prepare mentally for the exam. I couldn’t get enough sleep to remember all the elements of a contract, or the Rule against Perpetuities (which I used to teach). It was all too much.

Thank you to everyone who believed I could do it, it helped to think I could, and I am beyond honored to be thought so smart by so many smart people. However, this time around, my eyes were bigger than my stomach, when it came to filling my plate.

So I am going to focus on getting things off my plate, reading Harry Potter, and having a good time with my mother.

No faith at all… bad or otherwise

The eye of the storm…

It seems the Bad Faith acting landlords were actually merely soliciting my advice, not attempting to get to pay to replace the carpets. Forget that any rational individual would have read their email as an indication they were attempting to get us to buy them new carpet, they were really just asking for our knowledge. The house is great, they say, and we were great tenants. The check will be in the mail this week. (What is that hissing sound you ask? It’s my righteous litigation balloon deflating.)

I am sure they will never rent to a lawyer again, if they can help it.

Otter is getting better at tummy time, and seems to hate it less. He has such a large body, lifting all that cushy baby fat must be really hard, poor guy. However, day before yesterday he lifted his head up several times, and has continued to do so whenever placed on his tum-tum. Granted, he mostly lifts it to complain, but he does lift it. He is also a big fan of standing, his ability to rise up on his legs makes him smile again and again.

Monkey is progressing in her reading, and is beginning to do very well. She had been reading to Otter and me once a day. This week it is from the book “Oliver Cat goes to Planet B.” She likes to show her baby brother the pictures, and explain what is going on to him.

The children took a bath together yesterday, and Otter was so proud to be in the tub with Monkey. He looked at her, at the water, at her, and smiled a huge baby grin! Monkey greatly enjoyed the bath as well, showing Otter the various different ways you can wash your hair, your hands, etc.

The house is more settled, and I am beginning to feel slightly more human, and less like a stress-kitten. I am still firmly planted in the spinning vortex of a life filled with baby, child, pets, husband, and house, but there seems to be an occasional eye to my storm. It helps that Mom is here. Yay Mom!

Breathe. Take a page from FlyLady, and forgive myself for somehow losing entire days to games of Kiss the baby feet, and helping Monkey read. The housework will still be here, for the days that do seem to have fragments of discernable time.

Sex sells social consciousness

WARNING: Political commentary follows…

Am I the only person bothered by the concept of hearalding the “Obama Girl” and “Hott4Hill” video’s as a fresh new way to encourage 20-somethings to get involved in politics?

These comedic videos are indeed funny, and some of the lyrics in the songs are clever political commentary, but mostly they depict scantily clad women singing about how hot they are for presidential candidates and gyrating against various people and/or things. On the “Daily Buzz” comments abounded about how the Obama Girl got hot points over the Hillary Girl for originality. Paul Levinson stated these video’s increase our chances of getting the disaffected 20 -somethings involved in politics. However, after reading a great number of the comments posted after both of these videos, along with the video war between Obama and Guiliani, I discovered the comments rarely failed to evaluate the “hotness” of the girls in the videos. Granted, there were interesting comments on the objectification of women, and several comments on the meaning of democracy and various candidate platforms. However, a parley on the political issues that face our time is not occuring in the comment sections following these videos.

So…. supporting the continued sexual objectification of women so we can get 20-somethings to rate how hot they are, and then say “Candidate X in 08 baby!” is a “fresh new way to get [them] involved in politics”? Hmm….

Why can’t we have cutting political humor with our clothes on? Are members of our society unable to hear the clever lyrics through the layers of the singer’s clothing? Are the melodious pop sounds muffled by the wearing of pants?

Further, there is a fan video of a cute little girl apeing the Obama video. Cute? Sure. Disturbing as hell? Yes! A baby is singing about wanting Barack Obama and trying to dance like the scantily clad singer does in the video. Should a toddler really be saying “I love it when you are hard… on Hillary during debates”?

Come on! This isn’t political activism!! It is supposed to be political humor, but really, this is a thinly disguised reason to dress sexy women in a bikini and send them gyrating to music across the internet. If you haven’t noticed, our society has no problem sending scantily clad women everywhere on the internet, without the thin veneer of political respectability.

Should we really be teaching our little girls that the most effective way they have to influence politics is to cut the american flag into a brazillian bikini and sing about how hot the candidates are?

Managing life with chronic illness requires savvy spoons