The summer of my discontent

This summer has not gone exactly as planned. To start with, I am not jazzed with encroaching age and watching my body collapse into ruin is kind of sucking. My parents failed to cover this aspect of life and I find I am ill-prepared to deal with the onslaught of lupus and all its fun manifestations in conjunction with gravity. Gravity is evil. Kids, trust me on this one. Sure, it keeps you attached to the earth and all, but it also causes the fall of many body parts you had no intent to allow to slide.

I also got absolutely nothing done I intended to do. I intended to go kayaking in Florida. This did not happen. I intended to drop 15 pounds. Whatever. I intended to finish my novel. So not done. All I have done is work. A lot. And give blood to nurses so that doctors can run endless tests to confirm that I am, in fact, decrepit. Thank you Captain Obvious, I am aware that my knees will not bend and my hands cannot make a fist anymore.

Work is all fine and well, but when it consumes everything, I think it’s time to realign what you are doing. Lawyers work insane hours. It’s part of the job and the hours combined with the stress of litigating pretty much guarantee an unhealthy lifestyle. I have worked more hours than I can possibly explain and I am no happier than I was before I gave up all those hours. In fact, I kind of resent I can’t get them back. Troy is on a two-week trip out west to go commune with nature and climb and hike and try to plan new ways to kill me on exotic hikes next year, and I am in the office. This sucks.

As the result of my growing sense that I will never get to do anything awesome unless I simply pack up and do it, I am declaring shenanigans. Fuck work. Time for something new. Plenty of people get to my age and construct bucket lists. Yawn. I think it’s more appropriate to compile a list of things I will not be doing. This is my unbucket list:

1. Working a 70 hour work week.
2. Driving 55 in the left lane.
3. Giving up chocolate.
4. Prednisone. I have had enough.
5. Organizing my spice rack.
6. Actually finishing The Rise and Fall of Western Civilization.
7. Smiling politely at people I can’t stand.
8. Vacuuming my house every day.
9. Living completely safely.
10. Making my dogs sit for their biscuit, every time.
11. Pretending interest in someone’s inane chattering.
12. Drinking gin martinis. Vodka only.
13. Attending every family event because I am expected to.
14. Watching the news every night.
15. Buying new suits for work.
16. Wearing high heels.
17. Brazilian waxes.
18. Getting up early every day.

I intend to add to this as time goes on. I cannot believe I have wasted so much time doing stupid things because someone wants me to or because I am supposed to. I have forgotten to enjoy all the traveling I do because the traveling has become nothing more than a brief punctuation in a long stretch of noise and activity. It is hard to be quiet and enjoy what’s in front of you when all you think of is what’s left to get done when you get back. Life is very short and can change on a dime. Enjoy what you have and do what you love because you might not have the tomorrow you expect.

Grand Teton. I should be there.

Why Eric Northman would make an awesome lawyer, with pictures

I am shallow and require mindless entertainment on occasion, which is why I adore True Blood. For sheer pretty scenery (I never thought I had a thing for Nordic blondes, but I have generously made an exception for Alexander Skarsgard), it’s hard to beat. Man prettiness plus cartoon violence = perfect Sunday night.  Last night I realized that Eric Northman is actually a lawyer at heart.  He broods, he is always rescuing someone, he owes allegiance to someone above him (King of Mississippi or managing partner – there’s very little difference) and he will rip someone’s heart out and drink their blood. Awesome.

So for our Sunday night recap (Soul of Fire episode for our more devoted friends), in pictures:

Eric is seriously pissed off. Probably how I look when someone files a stupid motion.

This is an excellent lawyer look. If I could grow fangs, I would totally do it.

Sookie is screaming (as usual) just like every whining client.

Clients are a problem. Mine rarely get trapped in a circle of literal fire, but Eric has a problem with this one. Clients ALWAYS expect their lawyer to rescue them. Of course, he will rescue her:

Best line of the night: "You'll have to go through me to get to her." Eric: "OK."

Ripping the heart of your client’s enemy out is a total lawyer thing. I greatly admired it, but Eric goes one step past awesome into the lawyer hall of fame:

Using your now-deceased enemy's heart as a sippy cup is epicly awesome. Well done, Eric Northman.

It appears of course that this was largely wasted as managing partner/King of Mississippi Bill only killed the evil witch and did not dispense with her spirit who is going to just fuck everything up next Sunday night, but that’s just like actually being a lawyer. You do all the hard work and someone higher than you on the ladder just goes and fucks all your good work up. Eric Northman, go to law school. You would be an outstanding lawyer. Sure, you’ll have to stick to night court, but still.

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