About Me

name: Beanie
age: 35
email: bbbeans@yahoo.com


AT THE MOMENT

Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

Music: 1999 by Prince

Mood: The current mood of bbbeans@yahoo.com at www.imood.com

LAWYERS

Teahouse Blossom
CrimLaw
SilentService
May It Please The Court
Blonde Justice
Ernie The Attorney
f/k/a
Lessig Blog
Evan Schaeffer's Legal Underground
Jeremy's Weblog
Begging The Question
The Neutral Zone Trap
the imbroglio
Biting Tongue
Peanut Butter Burrito
Legal Quandary
In It But Not Of It
WonL
A New Duck
Just Playin'
Res Ipsa Eloquent
How Appealing
Scoplaw
Lag Liv
Law v. Life
IPTAblog
Lowering the Bar
Bag and Baggage
The Uncivil Litigator
Will Work For Favorable Dicta
Transmogriflaw

ON THE WAY

Divine Angst
Frequent Citations
Magic Cookie
Knocked Up (and in Law School)
Butterflyfish
Mommy on the Floor
PT-LawMom
Thanks, But No Thanks
Law Ingenue
No. 634
think like a woman. act like a man.

I READ THESE TOO

the underwear drawer
Do Not Overmix
Little Lost Robot
PostSecret
Overheard in the Office
JD2B

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Jurist
Truth Laid Bear
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Screaming Bean
Thursday, July 22, 2004

I've given notice at work.  I want two weeks of peace and relative quiet before I jump back on my self-inflicted treadmill.  This being said, I have to comment on my ongoing love-hate relationship with the gym.  Spouse and I have taken to going to the gym later in the evening, to miss the after work rush.  For me, the worst part about going to the gym is the actual effort involved in getting myself to the gym.  This involves the, "Hey, when do you want to go to the gym?" conversation, the actual decision to go to the gym, the dressing for the gym, and the driving to the gym.  Once I'm there, I'm mildly happy.  I say that, because after 10 minutes on the elliptical machine I start getting all sweaty and the early enthusiasm wanes.  I don't enjoy sweating.  I don't enjoy my clothes sticking to me.  The actual activity of working out?  I like that.  Can I get my back Botox'd? 

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