I can’t believe someone else commented on my blog besides someone in my family! It’s surprising that Anonymous would be paying attention to what is on my blog being an insider to the Clinton administration and all; but I’m not complaining.
Well, Sara, I’ve been making it to the gym regularly but I’m sure I’m still not eating as well as you are…er, I guess I’m probably eating much more than you that is. I did it again there. Still wondering if I can do that?
Aren’t there supposed to be some hot chicks at the gym? Oh, well, they probably wouldn’t be too impressed with my ability to dog paddle around the pool. Although, I do look damn good doing it.

Been extremely busy the last week and a half. In addition to learning and practicing my new job, I needed to study and take the mid-term for my last graduate class (Tuesday night) and shuffle in study time for the Series 66 - Uniform Investment Adviser - Combined State Laws Exam and then take it Friday morning. It was fairly important that I do well on it since it’s now a part of my job description. I did indeed pass and I can now call myself a Registered Investment Advisor (although I can’t print it on a business card since it’s been deemed to possibly imply to clients that the SEC believes you’re ‘qualified’). All it really means is that I’m registered in the states or with the SEC and that clients can now more easily bring litigation against me (or maybe it just means they have a better chance of success in litigation?).
The night before my exam I got a call from a former co-worker and she asked if I wanted to go riding after my exam since it was going to be a very nice day out. I had informed her that if I passed, I would have the rest of the day off. So, as soon as I got out of the testing center I called and said I’d be over. I rode on a horse named, Ginger. She’s a well behaved horse and this is why she was chosen for me since I don’t have a lot of experience riding horses – I think the last time was when I went bareback in Guatemala. Ginger was smaller than Takota (the horse Corie rode) and we kept falling back and I had to get her to trot to catch up. Trotting on her, due to the length of her gate, was something akin to being on a wooden trampoline with a mind of its own. Cantering was oh so much better. Anyway, my butt was fairly sore yesterday and my back was killing me but I still made it to the gym, sis. Have you joined yet?
Now, in the next 3 weeks I have to finish a 40 page paper on Blue Nile’s possible strategic moves in their competitive space. Well, I guess I need to start it before I think about finishing it. So, I’m actually glad my sister and family will not be making it up for Thanksgiving. Anyone know what Blue Nile might need to do strategically?