Pie Palace, Law School, and Stepmomhood

I’m going to South Texas College of Law in the fall. That’s right, folks.  You read that correctly… I’m going to be an attorney. And I’m ridiculously excited. I found out my entire schedule the other day and was so psyched I tweeted. (That phrase, by the way, would probably conjure a very interesting visual image if said to someone unfamiliar with the verb “to tweet.” I’m sure it would be much more explicit than a blue bird.) Anyways, I rarely tweet, and for me to be that excited… Well, this is pretty momentous.

I have not been this excited about anything since I got into high school. The anticipation is killing me. I’ve called the admissions office at least twice a week (with a suitable excuse, er, question about my shot records or transcript) to make sure it’s all true. Part of me is still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for them to call and say they made a mistake. As orientation draws closer, however, that part is shrinking and the excitement is growing. Of course, the fear of utter and complete failure is still there. Fear is probably a good thing in this case, however. If I’m not at least a little bit scared, then I don’t usually bother.

Which brings me to my next topic: there have been a LOT of things worth bothering with lately. I’ve basically been walking around in a semi-permanent fog of fear. It’s not bad, though, it just means that my bonus child is in town. So far we have been having a marvelous time. I introduced her this month to the wonder and joy that is a Dr. Pepper float. She is smitten. It’s not so much that I’m scared of her, I’m more afraid of messing up.

It’s hard to always know what to do for her or say to her. She asks the tough questions on a regular basis, and half the time I feel like there might be political fallout if I answer them either correctly or truthfully. “Kaia, do you believe in Jesus?” Ummm…

I really just want to make sure she knows how to keep herself happy, and that she has the confidence to find solutions to her problems. So many people don’t know how to do these simple things, and they’re so important! She’s on track though. She’s fabulous.

Caroline rode the Metro bus for the first time!

Enough about the family. Let’s think about something exciting:

House of Pies has changed their menu!!! 

Justin and I went over there for a date the other night, and I had a BLTEC. That is a BLT with Egg and Cheese on it. Yum. Yum. Yum.

Bacon Lettuce Tomato Egg and Cheese Sanwich

The BLTEC: One of the new additions to the House of Pies menu. Yum.

He had a Texas Cheeseburger. That is a cheeseburger with fried strips of jalapeño.

Justin looks handsome on our House of Pies date. He is the Most Handsome Man In The World, by far. That is why I constantly address his emails and fridge notes as “Dear MHMITW, …”

I love that place. It’s such a wonderful date spot… Or just a rad place to pie it alone for a mid-afternoon snack. I highly recommend pie-ing it alone. That means not only that you don’t have to share, but also that you can have a second slice without judgmental (or jealous) eyes upon you. Not that I’ve ever done anything weird like sitting by myself in a diner and having two or three slices of pie by myself…