Life Update!

I’ve been a pretty busy girl the last week - always a great thing! 

A good majority of my time is spent with Ericka, who came on board at the firm about two weeks after I started.  She’s usually my “wing girl” most nights out.  I was pleasantly surprised to hear she is a Dwight Yoakam fan, and even more surprised to hear he would be playing at Billy Bob’s in Fort Worth, Saturday, January 28th.  We pulled on our boots and headed to Cow Town for a grand ole boot scootin time.  Our night began with good barbeque and an ice cold beer! 

The concert was great and Billy Bob’s was packed wall to wall.  

There are many things I enjoy about Ericka. She's a hoot! She can muster up a completely fictional story in seconds that comes off realistic and passes with most (i.e. People actually believe she swam across the Gulf of Mexico to come to Texas - She was born in Dallas).  This little talent comes in handy when your boss is suddenly walking around the corner and she immediately spits out, "So were you able to order those copies for me, Morgan?"  Best of all, she makes friends with everyone she meets - bartenders, custodians, lawyers, the list goes on.  It may be through a louder method than most, but she pulls it off.  We made friends two weeks ago with a Mavs season ticket holder.  Voila - a game on the books.  Wednesday night was spent in 1st level seats, screaming for the Dallas Mavericks.  They might have lost, but Ericka and I won out on that deal! 

If you dress like an idiot, you get in for free.  = Green guy. 

Above: Ericka and Roddy

Below: Tim, myself, Ericka and Roddy 

Completely Random: Ostrich egg anyone? My employer has them on his ranch and brought one in to the office.  I knew an ostrich can be a pretty ruthless bird, but had no idea they will actually try to attack you.  I learned laying flat on the ground is the only way to really protect yourself.  They can't kick down, only out.  My immediate question was.....But don't you eventually have to stand up? Then what? ......  The five pound egg is now sitting in my fridge while I ponder what on earth to do with it.  Ebay? $$$.... Wash out the insides and display? .... Or actually try and cook this bad boy? I was told it's equivalent to 1-2 dozen chicken eggs.  "Ostrich egg for one, please!," isn't sounding all that well.  Hmm....I’ll let you know!