tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87259922009-11-27T07:42:24.090-05:00more than you want to know about a law school graduate/bar examinee who is also raising two children and doing her best at being a partner to her love.Zuskanoreply@blogger.comBlogger1054125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725992.post-9362236249059582512007-11-13T19:35:00.000-05:002007-11-13T19:37:08.552-05:00

I found out last week (or was it the week before?) that I passed the bar exam. It was a relief, and a joy. I'm not sworn in yet, but I can taste it!

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Looks like I've pretty much switched over. Law school's over, the bar exam is over - I'm no longer a student, and ready to move on.See ya at the new place.

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Please e-mail me at "zuska[zero]4 at gee mail dot com" if you would like the address to my new blog. I've been working on getting it ready for the public, and it's almost there. I'll probably straddle the 2 for a little while, with some cross-posting and tweaking.Complete change over will be taking place within the next couple of weeks.This blog will remain available to the public (subject to

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Approximately 6 weeks ago, our insurance company denied J's orthodontic work. She needs braces to move a tooth out of the way, because it blocking another tooth, which is, apparently, rotting in her gums right this very minute. Because it should have come down EIGHTEEN MONTHS ago, but did not, due to the other, blocking tooth. Because the braces are medically necessary, the orthodontist felt

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I do not understand it. When the girls were at X's house, he and I talked a total of one time about how the girls were doing. During that conversation, he made the comment, "They don't read very much ..." to which I balked.In this house, they are reading fiends. Sometimes, a book a day. They are both well above their reading level, and are constantly asking for new books. It really helps

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I am not really a romantic person, as the term is generally understood. If Beloved wrote me poems, I would be uncomfortable and squirmy, and it would be too intense for me. I would run away or giggle and generally react badly. I don't think diamonds are a good gift idea. I don't feel that I need flowers, or cutesy notes around the house.However. When we returned from Europe, and I spent a

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Does anyone remember my pre-bar-exam, pre-Europe whining about my damned feet? That I'd fallen down some stairs (clutz) back in 2002 or 2003 or something, and hurt myself to the point that I can no longer wear cool shoes?I ended up buying the new sandals that I was considering, and they were great for my feet the whole time in Europe. There was one day where we walked so much that at the end of

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How surreal.When the girls left, I was struggling to get work done in between spending time with them. I sent them off to the town pool on their own for Open Swim many days just so I could get more study time in. Now, they're home, and I've got nothin'. Not a thing. (Which meant today that I could swim, too!)Last year, and the year before, and the year before, I started school on or about

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We picked the girls up yesterday at around 5 p.m. It is great to see them - they look healthy and beautiful.They had a good summer, and so were a little sad to be away from X, but also ready to be home. Makes for a tough transition day. More of a tough transition night. It's when bedtime rolls around that their unsettledness comes out. J ends up afraid that the world is going to get struck

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I did not really come home with new stuff. I got a cool bag, which is my new gym bag. But I bought it because I needed a carry on to carry the stuff I bought for others.This is fine. I am starting work in a little while, and I need a LOT of stuff, and I'm going to get a LOT of stuff. Expensive stuff. Suits. Watches (perhaps singular, but doubtful), jewelry, manicures, etc.But Beloved ....

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This is all of the negativity from the entire trip - wrapped into two days of travel. I promise, this was not a negative trip. We had a blast. Except for the following two days: July 28/29th (departure) and August 9th (homecoming).Not all of the unhappy things that happened on Iceland Air were Iceland Air's fault. Only about 90% of the things.We left our house at 6 p.m. on Saturday, July

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I think we're only up to 4.On Wednesday, while Beloved was in the shower, I rifled through his bags to find our trip itinerary. I wanted to know what time we were leaving and clearly could not wait the 2.3 minutes until he emerged from the shower (mmm, yummy ... Beloved fresh from shower).I saw the time: 3:10.Good, I thought. We have a good chunk of the day to play in Amsterdam, still. We had

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1.a final, uncompromising demand or set of terms issued by a party to a dispute, the rejection of which may lead to a severance of relations or to the use of force. 2.a final proposal or statement of conditions.Yeah, I'm not really sure the people who came up with the title (whether it be for the book or the movie) really understood what the word meant. No demands were made. There was, in

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We took a train from Paris to Amsterdam.I liked the train. It was over 4 hours, but felt like 2 (unlike the stupid nasty wretched awful Iceland Air flight). We had packed some food to eat, and enjoyed nibbling on cheeses and meats and little wafer cookies with milk chocolate sexy zodiac figures stamped onto them. I spent the time looking through Amsterdam travel guides (I didn't have time

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Next time we go to Europe (hopefully very soon), I will first consult my new list --Non-stop flights ONLY. Since we're on the east coast, we can make this happen. As I will likely detail in a later post, we missed our connection on the way to Paris. It was no fault of ours, and honestly, it shouldn't have happened, but it resulted in a good bit of inconvenience (and new countries traveled to),

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We woke up in Amsterdam yesterday at 8 a.m. I hadn't slept so well for 2 nights, because our hotel was on a busy street, and while the sound as fine for the first few nights, a head cold descended upon me this past Monday, and it made me sleep less soundly, and the noise became bothersome.We then got on the plane at 2 p.m., landing in Iceland (fucking Iceland) at 3:10 their time, getting back on

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I remembered during our (long, horrible, nasty, wretched airline) flight yesterday that I have every intention to do something different about this blogging business now that law school is over.I don't know what to do. I know I won't blog about work. I think that I still have a lot of blogging left in me.I think, mostly b/c of work, and also just because everybody googles everybody, I won't be

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We're home! We have a ton of pictures, and had a FANTASTIC time. I'm very fortunate, because my husband is a great travel buddy.Now we have to deal with getting airplane grime off of ourselves, figuring out why the a/c won't turn on, and then going out to forage for food.Good times,[Girls are home in less than 48 hours! Holy Crap! Where did the summer go???]

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and by their inability to do so, they are FORCING me to also hold on for one minute more. My site meter shows that in the past few days, several people have hit my blog looking for something to do with Massachusetts, commercial paper and secured transactions:A funny thing about the MA bar exam. I'm sure this is the case in other states: BarBri gave us the "frequency chart" of essay topics,

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I finished! I finished!Somehow, I also managed to get my hair cut, do the laundry, get a manicure, get some Euros, and pack. There were a few other things I intended to do, but instead, I read. (Like, make the girls' room be the girls' room again, instead of my office.)I would say - "anyone who wants to talk about it can e-mail me" but I can't. I'm going to Europe now.

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I have butterflies in my stomach again.Have I mentioned? I'm going to Europe tomorrow? I mean, tomorrow?I packed my new bag (it's a backpack) last week during a "break" from studying, mostly to be sure I could fit all my stuff while deciding which bag to return. I haven't taken everything out since, and I'm pretty sure that it doesn't contain everything I need. Also, I don't think it's very

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Today felt infinitely better than yesterday. The afternoon today felt infinitely better than this morning.Tonight feels infinitely better than 2 nights ago, and infinitely x10 better than 2 nights ago. Hell, than 2 months ago!!I was lucky today. I was tested on things I had studied. There were things I didn't know, so I had to flub (WHY, after all these months, do I not know with confidence

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It's just this last time, then never again (she says with crossed fingers), but I'm so tired, and so ... tired. I don't want to go over my state's distinctions, and I don't want to look at Wills and Trusts and Corporations and Secured Transactions and Agency and Partnership and Professional Responsibility [is that everything?] OH! and Federal Jurisdiction ... I just want to go to bed. But alas,

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and it always back to this: I miss my girls. :(

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I mentioned the other day that I've taken to reading magazines at the gym. I have not indulged in pop culture immersion in a very. long. time. Maybe in 1996 when E was a baby, and for a couple of months, while she was suckin' on my boobies, I watched Oprah and Rosie every day. That was before Rosie came out, I am fairly certain. Even that didn't stick. I've occasionally picked up a People

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