Umm, errrr

Hi, my name is Lynn and I am a lawyer and I know I talk and argue and such for a living, but I'm the queen of awkward silence. I him and haw, pace, giggle and pretty much avoid eye contact like the plague. Its like I revert into some sort of adolescent idiot, the 13-year-old in my pokes her head out and says hey!

Yes, me, girl who twirled in front of thousands of people in a sparkling bathing suit (as coined by my sorority sisters), lady who walked across a stage in heels and a bikini during Miss Texas, woman who can walk up to strangers in a bar and know their whole story by 10 minutes cannot do awkward silence.

Perhaps this stems from my fear of rejection. Ya know I am also that same person who cannot call to make an appointment to save her life and would rather die than call opposing counsel... I mean what is my hair girl going to say no, no appointment for you! No...  but again, I go into a tizzy thinking of these things.

So, on behalf of those of you who have experienced this awkwardness or made copious phone calls and appointments for me, or simply smiled as I do the awkward dance thank you. Just remember inside that awkward girl is a wonderful woman who if scorned will sue you.... ( I kiiddd)

Purple Tennis Shoes

Apparently, my inner Blue Steel

Yeah, so there I stood this morning around 6:30 am, in my skirt, blouse (untucked), blown-dry hair, and purple tennis shoes, nonchalantly walking my dogs, when I look down the road, and see it. Yes, his BMW.... Mr. Boss.

He comes towards, me, slows to an almost stop and stares at me. Yes, its me. That girl who works down the hall from you. Yes, hi, I see you waiving, ok now please don't roll down your window.... I now I am standing here in the middle of the street, a little disheveled waiting on Chloe to poop, but must you stop and stare?

Ah, you have moved on. Ok, well now I know its inevitable that we will have an awkward exchange at work. So, nope not going to enjoy my bowl of chocolate Fiber One (which you must try) and almond milk. Nope, not one bit  because I know about 7:32 you will be in my office to have an exchange about seeing me.

And yes, it just happened. You came on in and said was that you with your little dogs? (kinda in the wicked witch of the west voice, like "and you little dog too"). So, yes I go outside of my house with my hair not done, make up half on, shirt untucked in purple tennis shoes to walk my dogs.

Exhibit A

I liken seeing my boss in public to seeing your teachers at dinner when you were a kid, or the even better seeing your college prof at the bar drinking on a Thursday. Its just awkward. Your work life and home life just seemingly should not mix. Its such an out-of-body experience. And I did it all in purple tennis shoes. See Exhibit A.

My family at dinner Sunday (Me, Mom, Gram, Bro)