REE--ZULTS

Okay, so I was thinking today of that old saying, "It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game." Now, is that really practical, or is it bologna. My friend's bar results come out tomorrow. I know she's going to pass. But if someone failed, are they to tell their employer, "Well, I failed the test, but my preparation skills were stellar. Man, you should have seen me study!" Yeah right, it's all about the end result.

So right now I can only think of one scenario where the way you play the game is important, and that's just life in general. One day we'll be held accountable for our actions. ANy other time, I say bump the m.o. and just win! We win!

Anywho, I hate thinking about the bar thing, but there comes a time in life when you say you trust God, and you just actually have to do it. I've reached that place. I'm not spooky or nothing, but I know it was God's grace and favor and help that allowed me to get through lawschool and still keep my gpa high enough to maintain my scholarship. I spent more hours in the library than anyone, and was still clueless. Yet, when test time came, somehow I was always ready. I've never failed a test in my life, and I refuse to start now! Aint that right...

Da hicks, sticks, and docks.....

Ok, so I realized today more than ever.....I'M A CITY GIRL!!!! And nothing is going to change that, I don't think. I live in St. Louis city now, and I'm more comfortable with the drug dealers in my neighbor's front yard than I am with three men in a truck with a large confederate flag emblazened upon the rear window. I'd rather encounter the bloods than the KKK.

I interviewed for a position in a county in rural MO that the world doesn't know exists. The court building was smaller than my house...and I saw the same number of black people that are probably on the moon right now...I sat and answered questions intelligently, as I wondered if the head prosecutor's nightlife included burning crosses on front lawns.

But...I had a good time....and the people I did meet were very very nice. But, I must admit that I was not operating in the highest level of comfort that life has to offer. I wasn't afraid, or sad.....just felt a little out of place. I was so happy to arrive on Enright today.....no place like home.

U SEXY!!!!

hmmm. That's fine, but next time, could you not inform me of that while we're on the church steps? Or, maybe next time could you not hang ALL the way out your boy's window while he's driving 5 mph down Enright Ave. anywho....

The ankle syndrome.....it's gotten my grandmother. I didn't realize that she had lost her ankles too. That must mean its in the Bull bloodline--no ankles after 70....though I'm not sure at what granny lost her ankles. I would ask, but I'd rather not be assaulted by the elderly.

I have some interviews coming up...kind of exciting....but I really want to dig into a good book....and I also want to learn to speak Spanish fluently, and I want to get licensed to carry a concealed weapon. Just some of my current life goals, in addition to unlocking the ankle mystery, and seeing if I can get married, barefoot, and pregnant, before being dragged into the workforce until retirement.