Law school weirdness.

Well, I love my friend Casey, let's just make that patently clear. She's managed to get in touch with a core of the coolest people out of my law school class and is proposing a get-together in Vegas, baby.

My theory is that I'll post the link to this blog so that the old crew can see pics of my rugrats. The down side of that is that they'll see what a total geek I've morphed into . . . then again, that'd be hard to hide in any event. I never was exactly "mainstream" anyway. Now I run around with Stormtroopers in my off time. In any case, scroll back and quite a few pics will pop up. (In reference to the scary pic, no, my hair isn't black now, and no, I don't generally look that scary. )

I've been extremely pleased to hear (through Casey, naturally) about all the wonderful professional and personal acheivements of all these people. I lucked out in a big way, getting to go to Pepperdine and know them. If I had been anywhere else, the combination of my dad dying of cancer and my getting married and pregnant (all within 2L/3L) would have been enough to knock me out of school completely. I was lucky enough to have Casey and Ms. Wolf and the rest of the crew, along with Shelley Saxer and Steve Potts and Bryan Liang and the world-famous Dean Richardson Lynn . . . so here I am, wife, mother, attorney, and living a life better than I could possibly have pictured at the time. I get to play dress up, for God's sake, in addition to being a Brownie leader and sometime Cheerleading coach.

Life rocks.

Father and son.