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

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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
Friday, February 17, 2006

Mom asked today if I were nervous. I told her no. I have more mundane things to worry about. Namely whether my house will be left standing after this windstorm. It flipped our picnic table (not a little plastic one either), the neighbor's basketball hoop, and the newest casualty, our satellite dish. Between the curtains moving and the house creaking I heard this metal tearing sound. Didn't even get the opportunity to say, "What the hell was that?" when the TV started searching for a signal. The wind took the dish and wrenched it 180 degrees from where it was, so it's now pointing upside down. So much for hockey. So much for anything really. Hopefully when the spouse gets home we'll risk our lives and try to point it in the right direction again. Mom warned me to put rocks in my pockets if I go outside. I can see why. Thank goodness for underground utilities, otherwise we'd have all sorts of other problems. Yes, I do like my easements, I do indeed!

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