About Me

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


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Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

Music: 1999 by Prince

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Teahouse Blossom
CrimLaw
SilentService
May It Please The Court
Blonde Justice
Ernie The Attorney
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Lessig Blog
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Peanut Butter Burrito
Legal Quandary
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How Appealing
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Law v. Life
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Will Work For Favorable Dicta
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Divine Angst
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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.

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

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Screaming Bean
Monday, June 11, 2007

When you're in law school, and then during the Bar Exam experience, one tends to be obsessive. Things to read, things to know, things to remember...you obsess about a lot of things. Once you're done though, there's a vacuum that's created. Of course, some obsess about kids, pets, or even their homes, but that's not me. Instead, I found something that played right into the obsessive compulsive part of me that lurks unseen. It's called "showing the car."

Yes, my ever beloved BMW, which I've had now for less than 4 months was shown over the weekend. By showing the car, it means a level of washing, primping, spraying, vacuuming and grooming that I didn't believe was possible on a non-human. The more you do, the worse it gets. And to feed this, there are different possible levels of clean. Clean is good (inside and outside), but then there is Super Clean (inside, outside, trunk, and engine compartment) and for the truly insane Concours (inside, outside, trunk, engine compartment, and underside of the car). Think about that for a moment. You're going to get it dirty driving to the show. I drew the line at Super Clean. Hell, after 3.5 months, how dirty could it be? This could be the best chance! It was surprisingly dirty under the hood. Winter is not kind. Anyway, after spraying and scrubbing and whining and rubbing, it was as good as it was going to get. (Well, it can never be as truly clean as you'd like, but hey.) And sure enough, it was enough to get me a 2nd place trophy! So now I have a car and a trophy. And for one brief shining moment that car was really really clean.

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