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
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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
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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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Screaming Bean
Tuesday, September 05, 2006

So there goes summer. With a whimper and a raindrop the summer of 2006 poofed out of existence. We're back to the regular dress code now, so no more sandals for you! My toes are already sad. My car can stop now without making ungodly sounds, and I didn't even have to beat down a service writer to get it fixed. I got in one round of golf over the weekend and honestly, it didn't go so well. But on the bright side, I can now say I've played and walked 18 holes. It's called exercise people, and I just don't get enough of it. I so need help with my mid-irons from the fairway. I swear if I gouge the ground one more time without actually advancing the ball, I may just throw a tantrum on the fairway like a 3 year old. I've now been playing a whole year (if you count winter where absolutely no golf action took place) or one season. I hit 113 yesterday. I had one par. I lost one ball. I was called incorrect names by one of my foursome. But it wasn't raining. And I broke 50 on the back 9. Things are looking up.

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