Oh how I suffer. And not in silence either!

I realized that I haven't really been blogging a lot lately. And as I'm clearly more famous than I initially thought, I'm sure that has left legions of fans completely distraught. I apologize.

I wish I could say I'd been doing great things. I haven't. In fact, I have been having migraines for over one full week. Starting the day of my last blog.

I woke up May 17 with quite a migraine starting. It was a court day, so I just chalked it up to stress and hearings. Also, the fact that it had been a long weekend. Then I woke up with a migraine the next morning. And the next morning. And the next and next. Then Saturday night, the pain relocated from simply my temples and behind my eye to my neck. And for nearly 3 days, I was unable to turn my head.

My aunt has been a migraine sufferer for years. And a wealth of knowledge for me now that I am a migraine sufferer myself. Turns out that I was experiencing something called cluster headaches. They hit migraine sufferers and usually are a result of stress. It's like my body had been stressing out up until the point the headache hit. And instead of just one little headache, I had 5 or 6 a day. With shooting pains behind my eyes. And the neck. It was miserable.

So I finally went to the doctor for drugs. Ah, drugs.

I immediately went on steroids and muscle relaxers. Talk about loopiness. Steroids to hype me up and relaxers to make me drowsy. Awesome. I also slapped a heating pad on my neck and got a massage.

And to be honest, that's been my nearly 2 weeks since my last blog. Sad, huh.

Yep, I'm famous

A few months ago, I met some girls who had read my blog before they had ever even met me.

A few weekends ago, I met a fellow attorney who had just read my blog earlier that week before he had ever even met me.

I feel like a rockstar, yo!

I guess I just don't think about how easy it is to find people/things on Al Gore's fabulous invention. He is a rockstar too you know.

Nothing is truly private anymore. If you put it out there, people can find it.

Case in point- there is a blog out there called FITSNews. Last year, they had a "contest" called Carolina's Hottest Lawyer. It was for female attorneys only. This year, it became personal. Some nice person decided to nominate yours truly. Aw- sweet. NotSoPlainJane is a sucker for flattery, y'all!

They want photos, so someone posted a picture of me from a Jersey Shore costume party. Which didn't bother me in the slightest. I think the picture is a lot of fun. It was a costume party for Pete's sake.

Then people decided to get all mean and judgemental on me. Saying that I shouldn't post a picture like that on Facebook. Really, Judgy McJudgerstein? I shouldn't? Why? Because I can't be a fun person and post pictures of my life? According to that person, it's a horrible picture and something I should be ashamed of. The people who should be ashamed are the cowards who are calling me ugly and a 1o-footer (whatever that means). Without having the balls to use their names.

But it did remind me that nothing is truly private if it's on the interweb. Good thing my fun-loving self doesn't get embarrassed by costume party pictures and the like. Wouldn't that be horrible?!

My baby girl

For those of you who have absolutely no idea anything about me, I have a BEAUTIFUL baby girl, Lali.

See- isn't she gorgeous?

So many of my friends have the blessing and privilege of being able to tell funny stories about their kiddies. So I decided maybe it's time to tell stories about my kitty.

I got Lali about 5 years ago. She was from a large litter and weighed only 1/2 a pound. Just a little powder puff of cuteness. Thanks to love and food, she's now quite the beauty.

I'm not really sure when it happened, but she hates people. Whenever I have guests, she hides upstairs. If forced to interact, she hisses and growls and attempts to bite. I do know that a few years ago, my mom took her over to their house so my cleaning lady wouldn't freak out (she doesn't like cats). I got a call from my mom after work and went to pick up the cat. She was hiding in my bedroom, hissing and snorting. But as soon as I got her in my car, bundled up in a towel, she was fine. And she's been a little bit crazy ever since. She doesn't snuggle. She doesn't love on me. She's the definition of an independent cat.

I took her to the vet last week. She cried the whole trip there. Watching her at the vet hurts my heart. She braces herself on the table and just cries. I'm never going to make it with children! But then, when I take her home, I let her out of her ADORABLE polka-dot carrier and she can wander around the car. Her spot of choice? Curled up in my lap, head buried under my arm.

My favorite thing about my girl is that she likes to listen to me sing. I will sit in my den, singing. And the cat will come running down the stairs and sit in front of me, just listening. It is the cutest thing ever (and certainly feeds my ego).

Anyway, that's enough about my beautiful girl. I love her so much. I really do.