Good to know

It is possible, given enough rum, to fall off a poolbar barstool and actually sustain bruises.

Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum...

Not that you would have noticed my absence (given my lackluster posting again) had I not pointed it out, but in less than 24 hours I will be perched upon a beach in Grand Cayman for the next seven days, soaking up sun, drinking rum runners, and digging my toes in the sand. Oh yeah, I'm soooooooo excited!

It seems as though no time is ever a good time to take a week off for a vacation, but I tried my best to leave my office and caseload in decent shape. Work has been busy, as usual - it always is - but I'm hoping the break will recharge my batteries for another year of lawyering. After more than a year of learning the ropes, I'm ready to get away from the action for awhile.

Thanksgiving was a great start - family, turkey, meeting my cousin Jake's great new girlfriend (she's a keeper, and our family could use a new member) - but I miss my grandfather more than words can say. I suppose the holidays are for counting blessings and remembering loved ones, and I definitely will be doing that this year.

So... I'll try to post occasionally from the Caribbean for those of you still braving the The Office and Old Man Winter. Love love!

Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
He thinks about boat drinks and fun in the sun
Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum

Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums
Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum

Ho ho ho and a bottle of rum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
A week in the tropics and he'll be all right
Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight

On being trashy

Kelly P. hit the nail on the head today when I mentioned in an e-mail that while she's certainly not a refined Southern lady, Britney Spears isn't "all that trashy." I gotta give it to Kel - she sums up Brit's current status pretty well:

Stop yourself. Seriously, y’all. Let’s examine Brit Brit’s many missteps over the past few years….married some friend and immediately got it annulled (? Divorced?) like, the next day. French kisses Madonna on national television. Marries Senor Dickwad-Manpris and proceeds to pop out two babies in two years and completely makes a fool out of herself on national television w/hottie Matt Lauer with her idiotic talk and gun chewing and miniskirt wearing and bra showing. She can’t seem to get a handle on the carseat laws in the state of California…not really very hard – just use one. She formed an unhealthy obsession with cheetos and zit medication and dirty hair. And all the while, her career - which I will grant you, was impressive and her early CDs were fun and she was a hot dancer – went into the shitter. And the worst thing of all….she effing told her husband…the father of her two young children…that she wanted a divorce using language normally found on a license plate. F*ck.

What does Brit Brit need to do? Well…she needs to go to school. I am sure that her Mouseketeering probably got in the way of a solid education…she needs to hit the local community college and figure out what the hell is going on in her world.

I will take back the fact that I said she was “trash” – but damn…………