So I decided to try out something new.  After finding myself scrambling to get weekday meals (breakfasts and lunches, at least) shopped for, prepared, and transported for consumption while also remaining healthful and economical, I decided that something had to give.  So I officially started using a healthy meal "delivery" service. 

You can have food delivered anywhere in the U.S., but I happen to live in an area with "distributors" and have a local pick-up location.  It works out to be less than $12/day, so it's pretty comparable to getting take-out for one or two meals a day.  And I know the nutritionals of what I put in my mouth, that they're lowfat, and so far, taste good.  Better than most Lean-Smart-Choice type meals, at least so far.  I'll keep you posted on how this (and perhaps my weight) shapes up (or hopefully down!)

I also received a package full of new things from Sephora today.  There was a sampler pack of mascaras that I just had to get.  I've been a little obsessed with getting the perfect lashes from what little nature gave me in that department.  I've tried a several full size products, but nothing has really blown me out of the water so far.  Except for this lash primer by Smashbox.  It's awesome (and I found out this week that my hairdresser hearts it, too!)  So, I'll also keep you posted on the hunt for my favorite mascara.

My scar (formerly known as my mole) is healing nicely.  Except it's kinda crater-ish.  Hopefully it fills in and fades away to nothing.  I've been trying to take extra special care of it.  Funny, though, it seems almost pointless because I don't go to the same great lengths to care for the rest of my skin problems.  Hello, my name is Zesty, and I'm a picker.

I'm a little out-of-sorts at work lately.  One co-worker who passed the July '07 bar exam was promoted to Staff Counsel starting at the beginning of FY09.  And another co-worker's last day was yesterday.  She got a new position with another wine company (although will only be working in a neighboring building to ours).  So, last-but-not-least-co-worker (and my cubicle neighbor) was promoted to the newly vacant position.  And will be moving to a different part of our building (where former-co-worker formerly sat).

I think I'm mostly bummed about that last part b/c I thought about asking to be moved there, but did nothing about it.  But I can't lie; it's not easy to watch the progression of people around me, while I stay unchanged.  Not as though I was qualified to be (or to be considered for) Staff Attorney (I lack that all-important golden ticket to ride) and the other vacant position would not have been an advancement, or even a lateral move for me, really.  But I think my malaise is largely due to my general want for something more.

I discovered that another law school classmate of mine is now working in D.C. and has, what I would have once imagined, my dream job.  Actually, as my vivid imagination would have it, she has pretty much has always had my dream life (although I barely knew her for three years).  And now, three years removed, I again find myself not knowing what I want.

My boss asked me into his office Monday because he had received a survey on my behalf as part of my extension of Determination of Moral Character with the State Bar of California.  He thought it meant that I might be taking the exam again.  I explained that I was not, but merely keeping my file current so that when I do decide to take it again (presumably sometime before the next expiration of the determination) I'm all set to be admitted.

When I do think about the "what next," (which is a lot thanks to my commute) I'm rendered absolutely paralyzed.  I think about the possibility of getting back out there to try to practice.  But I just don't have that drive anymore to be the first year associate.  I don't want to compete with the bright-eyed & bushy-tailed newbies fresh out of high-- I mean law school.  So I have ideas.  I'm FULL of ideas. 

There are three paths I've thought of to help me get to the place I thought I wanted to be after law school.  One of these paths converges with a second absolutely, and these both have the potential of converging with the third.  Yeah, I know: crystal clear.  So here it is all spelled out.

Path One: Take the Bar again.  And again.  Until I pass and have that golden ticket.

Path Two: Get on an LLM tract.  At some point this would lead to (or from) Path One.  At least in order to use this additional degree to practice.

Path Three: Certification.  CFP, to be precise.  Which would put me on a different, yet related tract, which could be aided by either or both Paths One and Two.  At least then I'd feel like I'm on the field, rather than sitting in a skybox. 

But at this point, I'm resigned to stay on my current path: heading down the aisle.  The next road will follow soon enough after that.

Tuesday, I had a mole removed from my chin.  It's been problematic for many years and, although posing no explicit health risk, Fella convinced me that it was a good time to just go ahead and get it gone.  And gone it went.  With a side of regret which arrived 10 hours later.  I was worried I had done the wrong thing.  That I'll inevitably be horribly scarred worse than the mole was annoying.  I shed a few tears (seriously, like three--maybe five) and went to bed.

Then I read last night that someone else has made the same decision--surely we've all read or heard by now that SJP had her quasi-signature mole removed from her chin.  While I'm not one who would subscribe to this sort of celebri-trend, I felt reassured about my own decision.  If SJP, whose livelihood is largely based upon her façade, can take a walk on the scar tightrope, it's OK that I am, too.

I've been stuffing my face with Milk Chocolate Covered Mini Pretzels that I got at TJ's a few days ago.  Seriously, I'll have plowed through nearly the entire bag in a mere two days.  Good thing I'm feeling sick from all that I've eaten so far today that I don't think I can fit any more in.

I'm running my contraband space heater under my desk today.  So much for saving energy, right?  My cubicle is seriously absolutely a frozen tundra.  I'm afraid that between the low pressure system coming out of the HVAC and the high pressure system under my desk, I'm going to create a storm pattern the moves over my desk!

^ That title would have been so much better...had I been able to post something yesterday. 

Because yesterday this one woman had 88 days left to get ready to get hitched.

So today, I guess it should be called 87 lines about 43.5 women.

Only that's not quite as witty.

Fella graciously put on my new license plates this weekend.  To my horror, my new license number contains a combination of three letters every self-respecting disordered woman dreads: EAT.  Yes folks, the word EAT appears in this fat girl's license plate.  The good thing?  I have a better sense of humor than the DMV.  And it almost looks like I have a vanity plate for which I didn't have to pony up vanity plate dough to get.  Oh--and it has made it easy to memorize plate already!

I don't know why I continue to buy mixed nuts.  Even the fancy variety.  The only nuts I really care about are cashews, pecans, and peanuts (not presented in any particular order).  Most pre-mixed nuts have a glut of one or two nuts in particular.  Usually the non-fancy have too many peanuts.  The fancy variety I've been munching on from Trader Joe's contain WAY too many almonds and hazelnuts (or are they filbert?).  As much as I want to like almonds for their healthful qualities, I just can't get behind them en masse.

I really wish I had chips and salsa packed in my lunch today.  And nacho cheese dip.  That would be way yum.

For the first time (I think ever) Sunday found me dreading coming to work.  Not that work's been bad lately, in fact quite the opposite.  We just had an excellent celebratory lunch for each of our anniversaries with the company, which all fall within a three month-span.  But I'm just really over the drive to work.  It absolutely sucks the life outta me.

I got a Diet Dr. P out of the vending machine.  It's a special edition Indiana Jones can and seems utterly pointless to me.  Can I win something?  Doesn't look like it.  Does the can take me on a wild adventure through an exotic land?  Uh, negative.  So what's the point?  Oh right, pandering to the hoarder--I mean collector of all things Indy.  Eh.

Which brings me to…we saw Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull over the weekend.  It was entertaining, but not as much so as the earlier installments.  The story got a little far-fetched and some of the special effects were too obviously over-produced.  Like the things they added into the old Star Wars movies (which is the lamest thing and biggest travesty in movie history--unless you count colorizing B&W movies, which I am on the fence about).

Although it definitely made me want to head straight for Disneyland and the Indiana Jones ride.  After a ride on the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad to see my pal Kid Dy-na-mite!!!

Our Fourth was fab.  The plans are very predictable: parade in the morning, running into people from high school around midday, followed by a BBQ with friends.  And this year was no different.  And as always, it was a good time.  Perhaps that's why the plans are always so predicatable!

Looks like my super secret cyber stalking--er sluething--days may be numbered: http://wbztv.com/consumer/technology/google.ziggs.boston.2.751759.html