Friday, June 30, 2006

Curvy Girls Unite!

Woo hoo!!!!!!!! The fashion forecast says that we curvy girls have a light at the end of our tunnel. Yay and yay! The pants of the season come in two manners: itsy-bitsy teeny skinny pants. Including, ahem, lycra stretch pants. Stretch pants! I can't believe it, but it's true. The 80s have returned with a vengeance. The skinny pants are unbelievably tight, and not curve friendly, however, the fashion editors are convinced that the stretch pants are not the fashion tragedies of old. Looking at the pictures, I fail to see the difference between the stretch pants + baggy sweater combo of 2006 and 1986, but whatever. They didn't ask me did they? This is a fashion trend I've yet to co-sign on. We'll just have to wait and see how it looks live and in person.

I am, however, uber-ecstatic to report that the other manner of pants this season comes in "extreme" baggy. Basically, the slouch pants or stovepipe pants of a few years ago -- the early 00s. I can hardly contain my excitement. I've always enjoyed the fall season the most, but this year, I'm even ready to sign on to the "pre-fall" season. I want these pants NOW! I spied a pair that boasted a 28" leg opening. Surely even my disproportionately wide thighs will find a leg hole that fits without drowning my waist. Oh for joy for joy! Bless the designer that started this trend. I foresee huge credit card debt this year.

Additionally, shoes are thickening up. No more tottering on stilettos ladies. In addition to the continued growing market share of flats, the heeled shoes are moving from stilettos to stacks. Thank goodness. Just as I enter the workforce, shoes are becoming more practical, without losing that all important flair. Mary Janes are making a strong showing, complete with the roundtoe and the ankle strap. I also see some velvet in the future. Not particularly practical here in the snow belt, but I've always been one to carry the sexy shoes in the bag, and wearing the practical shoes on my feet while traipsing about outside.

I heart fashion that is made for the masses. Curvy-working-women, rejoice....and rejoice loudly ladies. If we out-spend those sickeningly skinny (ahem) women, we'll be heard and dominate the designers minds and hearts.....and most importantly, the ready-to-wear racks. (I look forward to hearing the whining of lack of hips/butt. Insert maniacal laugh here).

Friday, June 23, 2006

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Ha ha, sucker!

Do you ever get the feeling that Mother Nature is just screwing with you for kicks and giggles? For example, it's been raining in spurts here. Today, it started raining just as a fire alarm was pulled and the law building was emptied out. Then, when we came out of class, it had stopped raining. In fact, the ground was mostly dry. Those of us riding scooters did a mini-jig because no rain meant no need to leave your scooter behind. So I hop on my scooter, and upon reaching the intersection with Campus Drive, it started to sprinkle. Followed by the torrential summer downpour within 1 minute of the sprinkle. Awesome. I managed to get more wet than I would've if I'd walked through a car wash. Guess what. It stopped raining about 10 minutes after I walked into my apartment.

I'm starting to doubt the theory that the sound of thunder is God bowling. I'm thinking Mother Nature is just amused by screwing with us mortals.

Monday, June 05, 2006

So validated

http://www.slashfood.com/2006/05/29/chocolate-stimulates-the-brain/
Yes!

Sunday, June 04, 2006

P.U.S.H.

For those of you that don't know, that's "Pray Until Something Happens." So this is a blog cum testimony. As we all know, the power of God is great. That's a given. And usually testimonies are filled with miracles and the huge and awesome things that have happened. So this is a mini-testimony, if you will.

So, last night, I was talking to the SIQ, and I was telling her how church didn't fit into the study schedule I'd formulated for myself, and that the shuffling of schedule looked like it would result in large and agonizing chunks of time spent reading about corporations and reviewing torts. It was a very sad and dire proposition. Well, the SIQ wasn't the only one who heard this 'cry.'

God actually granted me extra hours in a day. No, really! Last night, I'd gone to bed around my usual time, but I don't remember having much difficulty falling asleep. But here's where the real mini-miracle happened. I woke up at 545 a.m. for no apparent reason this morning. Like actually woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed. At first I figured it was a random wake-up due to a bathroom run. But I could not fall back asleep for anything. So instead, I picked up my barbri study book and read some more about corporations and got a decent amount of work done. I even had time to walk out in the warm sunny blue skies day and get a cuppa chai tea and a cinnamon roll. All a full hour before I had to start getting ready for church. Which I did, and then I attended, and came back. It's now 9:19, and for all practical purposes, I am finished for the night. There is some non-urgent stuff remaining, but I can't look at anything law related for another minute.

How's that for mini-amazing? Ahhh, "Blessed is the Lord, Oh my soul. Lord you are great." Psalms 104. Write that down. I heard it in church this a.m. How appropriate. :)

Thursday, June 01, 2006

A man is never looking for directions....

This afternoon, I was walking merrily along a public sidewalk, minding my own business. As I was crossing the street, the SUVI was walking in front of honked at me. I noticed that it was either a BMW or a Saturn, either way, not a particularly foreboding vehicle. It's not the type of ride a man who is tryin' to holla at a honey in the street is rollin' up in, right? WRONG! My inference that the honk and the accented 'excuse me?' would be followed by a request for directions was wrong, dead wrong. I will give the gentleman points for using the non-offensive come-on of "I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but I made a u-turn in hopes of getting your attention."

I was only slightly caught off-guard, and not at all attracted to this gentleman, but I allowed him to accompany me to lunch as requested. I declined the ride he offered me. Grant it, it was only 2 blocks, but I am generally not in the habit of climbing into stranger's vehicles. Lunch was ok (I paid, he didn't eat). The accent was Nigerian. He allegedly works in a legislative capacity. Today was his birthday. Ahem, 32. 32! This is obscene because...wait for it...he figured I was an undergrad. So, basically, you thought I was around 10-14 years your junior, and you're trying to holla? Um, gross? Find someone your own age!

Anyway, after the polite conversation was over, I got up to leave. Leaving him with only my email address. He offered me a ride home, I declined. He asked if he could insist. I declined again. (You can insist all you want playa, I'm still walking). Ew. Thanks for refraining from attempting contact ever again.

The moral of the story: a man who stops you in the street is never looking to ask you for directions.

While this was not a successful random meeting of a guy with potential; it was sufficiently amusing for a story. Which is nice. I thought I was up for several weeks of a total lack of life until the Bar Exam was behind me. So, all in all, neat!