Monday was several days ago and I’m just now getting to my weekly entry. Deal with it. My dad came to town and I was out of the office until yesterday. We had a super time—no horror stories of any sort to report (and to those of you who were willing it to happen so you’d have something interesting to read, shame on you.)

This week, I’m furtively plugging away at my on-going quest to figure out what the hell I’m going to do with my life. The current thought is law school. Okay, okay, stop shouting…it’s just a thought at this point. Here’s the thing about law school, well, really things since it’s a multi-item list. 1) All I have to do to get ready to go is take an LSAT and fill out the app. Since I spend a decent amount of time teaching others to beat standardized tests and am rather good at taking them myself, the LSAT isn’t much of an issue. No additional prerequisites, no gratuitous expanses of time before I could even hope of entering. 2) I am extremely attracted to the idea of putting analytical absolutism into a verbal realm. Essentially, it would capitalize on many of my strengths, and there’s something really seductive about a field you’d undoubtedly be extremely good at. 3) Piggybacking on number 2, there’s an absurd amount of rote memorization, which is one of my annoying strengths. At last, something to capitalize on my ability to recall information in excessively mundane detail. 4) Holding a JD elicits the kind of instant credibility and respect that I (sadly) require in my professional sphere. I could probably convert number 4 into a non-issue with a few months of therapy.

Anyway, we’ll see. I came across a few books that look like they’ll be helpful reads in determining whether this is the thing for me. Part of the struggle here is that I’ve always been so diametrically opposed to the idea of going to law school. I’ve just always thought of it as a big yucky place for yucky people—and definitely not for me. However, I don’t think I’ve ever really looked beyond the hype and stereotypes to see what law school is really all about and what one can in fact do with a JD (many, many things). So we’ll see.

Without further ado, here’s the list.

Things I Like
• My car. No, I love my car. The nice folks at the body shop finished their work and liberated me from rental hell earlier this week. Not only did they do (as far as I can tell) good work with the repairs, but they did a substantial job of cleaning the car as well. The exterior is so clean and shiny it looks new, and the interior has been shampooed, vacuumed, deodorized, and armor-alled within an inch of its life. Seriously, my car hasn’t looked or smelled this good since I bought it. Welcome home, baby.

• Cooking Light magazine. I just started getting this, and it’s great. They have some truly wonderful recipes (although the copy could stand a few more editing passes—some of the writing isn’t all it could be) and a nice variety of complexity. I’m a fan, a great big fan.

• Borden’s new calcium-enriched milk. I am shamefully delinquent in my calcium intake, and this is a great answer to my whining about consuming “so much dairy.” One cup has 45% of my daily requirement. What an idea! Seriously, with the technology and resources available to the FDA and various agricultural and nutritional councils, why has it taken this long to reach this result? It’s laziness, I tell you.

• My mom’s almond roca. The box of my Christmas overflow came yesterday—I send one to myself from my mom’s house every year filled with whatever doesn’t fit back into my suitcase. One of the items in this year’s box was a tin full of the almond roca we made while I was home (read: I stood in the kitchen watching rather uselessly as my mom made the candy). This stuff has heroin-magnitude addictive properties and is without a doubt one of the best comestibles in the history of the world. Unfortunately, it’s nearly impossible to make on an electric stove so I probably won’t be putting together my own batch any time soon. I’ll just have to savor and ration this batch as long as humanly possible. Sigh.

• Orlando Bloom. Oh my good lord, this man is hot. In case your connective mind is failing you, he plays Legolas in the Lord of the Rings movies. Though I admit I find the long blond hair of his elfish character more appealing than his natural dark hair (an odd upset as I’m generally not prone to blondes), I wouldn’t kick him out of bed no matter what his hair looked like. Sadly, this is one of those celebrity crushes of mine that’s still in the stage of absolutely denying the fact that we’ll never so much as meet. If anyone knows him, kindly pass along my contact info and be sure to emphasize that I make the world’s best cinnamon rolls. Who could pass that up?

Things I Don’t Like
• The shoes I’m wearing today. Sometimes cheap shoes are a hit and sometimes they’re a miss. These are a miss. They were certainly cheap, and I suppose when I bought them that I was hoping they’d be another frugal hero much like the other pair from the same brand has been. I was sadly mistaken. They’re a smidge too tight, they make an odd squeaking feeling when I walk (though surprisingly not a sound), and the angle/placement of the heel makes me feel like I’m always slightly off-balance and should therefore step with caution. Not a good choice.

• The sound of fingernails being trimmed. One would think that this wouldn’t really be an issue for me at all, since I don’t live with anyone and it isn’t an activity people normally conduct in the workplace. Sadly, the bounds of normalcy don’t apply to my workplace. The manager who sits behind me was clipping his nails about half an hour ago, and I’m still aghast. Are you kidding me with this crap?

• Paying bills. This is why I need a husband, seriously. I can’t even tell you why I hate paying bills and dealing with balancing my checkbook, but I do. Having someone else to pass that task to is one of the shining advantages I see to marriage. That, and gift registry.

• My job, and many of the people who work here. Let me just say this: incompetence coupled with ambition is a dangerous, smelly thing.