Well,
another Christmas/Solstice come and gone. The in-laws were all here, with my parents. All in all it went pretty well. I got a very nice bike from Santa and have been very steadily improving. I went both days to the river walk and rode. I even passed people today.
Yes Jen, without falling over!
I have the week off from work. According to my boss it's well deserved. I guess that means I'm doing okay.
I even took time to watch Dr. Zhivago. I love that movie for some reason. The line where Victor tells Lara they both know she is not the first kind of woman. That being the "idealist", the second being "alive". I guess for those of us who are "alive" and yet married to an "idealist" it's a more significant moment.
I also think it's a very good character study of certain "types" of people: the idealist, the pragmatist, and the one's caught in between.
Plus I have a strange fascination with Russia, or what was the USSR. Don't know why, just do.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Holidays
Merry Christmas!
Happy Solstice!
Happy Haunaka!
Happy Kwanzaa!
Merry whatever!!!
I am very busy preparing for the family tomorrow. Mine and his, so I'll write in detail on Monday, or Tuesday. Whenever I sober up.
Happy Solstice!
Happy Haunaka!
Happy Kwanzaa!
Merry whatever!!!
I am very busy preparing for the family tomorrow. Mine and his, so I'll write in detail on Monday, or Tuesday. Whenever I sober up.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Star Wars
I finally watched Star Wars III last night.
How depressing. Well, we knew how it would end, but damn people. Did it have to be so grim? Poor Yoda. I've always loved Yoda--he just flat out kicks ass.
Lesson: Never underestimate someone because their smaller than you.
I'm also slightly depressed by the fact that there will be no more Ewan McGreggor as Obi One. Sigh.
I'm all for sexy Scotsmen (with swords of any kind). According to a friend of mine that's just a celtic thing though. She thinks you have to be of celtic descent to understand the attraction. She doesn't get it, but, hell, she's in to Australians, so there you go.
Anyway, overall I was not impressed. I thought the other two were better. I'm not sure why though, just didn't like it.
Nope, I'm going back to Hogwarts.
How depressing. Well, we knew how it would end, but damn people. Did it have to be so grim? Poor Yoda. I've always loved Yoda--he just flat out kicks ass.
Lesson: Never underestimate someone because their smaller than you.
I'm also slightly depressed by the fact that there will be no more Ewan McGreggor as Obi One. Sigh.
I'm all for sexy Scotsmen (with swords of any kind). According to a friend of mine that's just a celtic thing though. She thinks you have to be of celtic descent to understand the attraction. She doesn't get it, but, hell, she's in to Australians, so there you go.
Anyway, overall I was not impressed. I thought the other two were better. I'm not sure why though, just didn't like it.
Nope, I'm going back to Hogwarts.
Questions
Here is a question,
At what point do we lose so many of the "little" things that make up who we are that we have lost ourselves?
Yes...hair color, style, clothing, music, paint colors for our houses, furnishings, cars, diet, hobbies, what we chose to place around ourselves (our "chosen environment" for a lack of better term) do not make up who we are, but is it not true that all these things combined make us who we are?
How many of those can we lose before we look in the mirror and realize we are someone different? And how do we stop the progression once it has begun?
Perhaps we just throw up our hands and give up? No, I think we should begin yelling and refuse to take a single step further. In fact don't we take many, many steps back? Should we not, in effect, revert to our pre-changed existence?
At what point do we lose so many of the "little" things that make up who we are that we have lost ourselves?
Yes...hair color, style, clothing, music, paint colors for our houses, furnishings, cars, diet, hobbies, what we chose to place around ourselves (our "chosen environment" for a lack of better term) do not make up who we are, but is it not true that all these things combined make us who we are?
How many of those can we lose before we look in the mirror and realize we are someone different? And how do we stop the progression once it has begun?
Perhaps we just throw up our hands and give up? No, I think we should begin yelling and refuse to take a single step further. In fact don't we take many, many steps back? Should we not, in effect, revert to our pre-changed existence?
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Thanksgiving
Need I say more?
However...
the father-in-law does get to meet the future son-in-law this Thanksgiving. I regret that this holiday is not at my house. I'd like to be there for that one.
Ours will be quiet: Only us, my parents, and Clif's little sister. I miss the big Thanksgiving we all used to have in Syracuse. This is going to take some getting used to.
However...
the father-in-law does get to meet the future son-in-law this Thanksgiving. I regret that this holiday is not at my house. I'd like to be there for that one.
Ours will be quiet: Only us, my parents, and Clif's little sister. I miss the big Thanksgiving we all used to have in Syracuse. This is going to take some getting used to.
Alone
What an interesting weekend.
Clif is in Mississippi scrubbing his grandmothers ceiling. Don't ask it's hurricane related.
I am here in "the hood" alone (with my 38 and Casey). I was fine until tonight. On my way back from an emergency run for tape. Again don't ask it's West Elm related--I'm returning their messed up chair.
Anyway, I saw a very, I repeat, VERY suspicious looking guy at the "drug" house down the street. He looked right at me and did not blink. I don't like that, I usually run over people who do that. But alas he was on the sidewalk and it would have looked bad to go up all the way onto the sidewalk to teach him a lesson. I am just kidding guys. But seriously he did make me nervous, and more so because he later walked by the house and stopped in front for no apparent reason. I again watched him through the window so he knows that I know exactly what he looks like and so does my big, mean ass dog who barked at him.
Then there was the guy on the bike who stopped when I walked out on to the back porch to collect my beer and move the recycling bin.
So my reaction? Stare back, he moved on, but my hackles are up now. I've turned on Pat Benatar's "You Better Run" to boost my courage. Next I'll get into the Marilyn, that should do the trick.
I don't really know if its a drug house, but that's what the lady across the street says. There are a lot of short stops there so who knows. If it is its of the minor kind, not the hard core kind.
Sigh, maybe I'll get some target practice. For once, I hope not. I hate being afraid, I'm not used to this and I don't like it.
I wonder why I let this happen?
Clif is in Mississippi scrubbing his grandmothers ceiling. Don't ask it's hurricane related.
I am here in "the hood" alone (with my 38 and Casey). I was fine until tonight. On my way back from an emergency run for tape. Again don't ask it's West Elm related--I'm returning their messed up chair.
Anyway, I saw a very, I repeat, VERY suspicious looking guy at the "drug" house down the street. He looked right at me and did not blink. I don't like that, I usually run over people who do that. But alas he was on the sidewalk and it would have looked bad to go up all the way onto the sidewalk to teach him a lesson. I am just kidding guys. But seriously he did make me nervous, and more so because he later walked by the house and stopped in front for no apparent reason. I again watched him through the window so he knows that I know exactly what he looks like and so does my big, mean ass dog who barked at him.
Then there was the guy on the bike who stopped when I walked out on to the back porch to collect my beer and move the recycling bin.
So my reaction? Stare back, he moved on, but my hackles are up now. I've turned on Pat Benatar's "You Better Run" to boost my courage. Next I'll get into the Marilyn, that should do the trick.
I don't really know if its a drug house, but that's what the lady across the street says. There are a lot of short stops there so who knows. If it is its of the minor kind, not the hard core kind.
Sigh, maybe I'll get some target practice. For once, I hope not. I hate being afraid, I'm not used to this and I don't like it.
I wonder why I let this happen?
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Yea
Yes,
one of my absolutely bestest, bestest friends just passed the New Jersey bar exam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now she can party till she falls sleep ;) And in her oh so tall black boots.
You now who you are congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
one of my absolutely bestest, bestest friends just passed the New Jersey bar exam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now she can party till she falls sleep ;) And in her oh so tall black boots.
You now who you are congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Swearing in
Well,
The day is coming. I get sworn in next week. I still think there's been some mistake somewhere.
My cousin, a local judge, is my sponsoring attorney. I think it annoyed my boss that I didn't ask him, but hey it's family and he's really weird about stuff like that anyway.
I'm still feeling my way around the office, particularly him.
Very touchy guy, very SERIOUS--no nonsense kind a guy.
And as you all know, I am not. This is a problem--he causes me lots of stress. I can't tell you how many mornings I've gotten up vomiting from stress-induced nausa. (Jeremy-- no, I'm not the P word don't even say it or I'll curse your new couch)
But I'm doing better. I mostly work on real estate and title work now, not so much appellate or litigation work. I like it--it's like playing detective--especially with some of these rural county courthouses. Deeds are just willy-nily recorded, and "field verify" ...oh, that's a fun one.
Anyway, work is better--some days it's very enjoyable. Most days it's just work.
Otherwise, time is passing. Always passing.
The day is coming. I get sworn in next week. I still think there's been some mistake somewhere.
My cousin, a local judge, is my sponsoring attorney. I think it annoyed my boss that I didn't ask him, but hey it's family and he's really weird about stuff like that anyway.
I'm still feeling my way around the office, particularly him.
Very touchy guy, very SERIOUS--no nonsense kind a guy.
And as you all know, I am not. This is a problem--he causes me lots of stress. I can't tell you how many mornings I've gotten up vomiting from stress-induced nausa. (Jeremy-- no, I'm not the P word don't even say it or I'll curse your new couch)
But I'm doing better. I mostly work on real estate and title work now, not so much appellate or litigation work. I like it--it's like playing detective--especially with some of these rural county courthouses. Deeds are just willy-nily recorded, and "field verify" ...oh, that's a fun one.
Anyway, work is better--some days it's very enjoyable. Most days it's just work.
Otherwise, time is passing. Always passing.
80's music
So here I am still addicted to 80's music in 2005.
It's hopeless. My current obsession is A-Ha. A happy little 80's band still popular in the rest of the world. Just not here.
They have a new album out with a supposedly scandalous video I can't find online. It's supposedly very explicit. I'm like really? Was it the singer? He's 50 and totally looks just like he did in the 80's... sigh.
You guys all now I have a thing for older men with sexy accents, too. Irish or not.
I miss being young enough to think chances exist ;)
It's hopeless. My current obsession is A-Ha. A happy little 80's band still popular in the rest of the world. Just not here.
They have a new album out with a supposedly scandalous video I can't find online. It's supposedly very explicit. I'm like really? Was it the singer? He's 50 and totally looks just like he did in the 80's... sigh.
You guys all now I have a thing for older men with sexy accents, too. Irish or not.
I miss being young enough to think chances exist ;)
Monday, October 17, 2005
Cats
I think my cats like this house much better than our previous ones. Venus hasn't had a single randum "accident" since we moved in.
She's gone over the edge a few times (haven't we all- metaphorically speaking of course) but no trails through the house or random piles and puddles here an there. Yes, she's my "special" kitty. She has adjustment problems and needs a very patient owner-- and you all thought I didn't have any---Ha.
Now you know where they all go. Well, that and my in-laws, and Clif, ad my family, and well everyone I know with 3 exceptions---now you all get to wonder if your on the list don't you?
I'm in a weird mood. I just came home from work and don't feel really well. Un-boxing my ump-teen million boxes of books got to be too dusty and I have sinus problems now.
But there all here now. All the babies are in their shelves. I love my books--one day I'll own a bookstore and spend all day with books and literate, open-minded people. At least, they'll either be open-minded or I'll throw them out of my store.
Anyway, that's all for now.
She's gone over the edge a few times (haven't we all- metaphorically speaking of course) but no trails through the house or random piles and puddles here an there. Yes, she's my "special" kitty. She has adjustment problems and needs a very patient owner-- and you all thought I didn't have any---Ha.
Now you know where they all go. Well, that and my in-laws, and Clif, ad my family, and well everyone I know with 3 exceptions---now you all get to wonder if your on the list don't you?
I'm in a weird mood. I just came home from work and don't feel really well. Un-boxing my ump-teen million boxes of books got to be too dusty and I have sinus problems now.
But there all here now. All the babies are in their shelves. I love my books--one day I'll own a bookstore and spend all day with books and literate, open-minded people. At least, they'll either be open-minded or I'll throw them out of my store.
Anyway, that's all for now.
Update
Well,
We are in the new house.
I have passed the Bar Exam in TN. And yes I got drunk--did you really think otherwise?
Relief is here. No more mold, and no more stress of what if I failed.
I even received cookies today from very much missed friend, who I still hope will come down for Thanksgiving. I promised not to let the "rednecks" get her :)
However, another friend left fro Australia last week. She's not comming back because she too passed the Bar Exam. It would have been teh only saving grace of failure--she would have had to come back to Chattanooga. However, I likely would have left for Syracuse, but neither is the case now. Least for a few years.
Its not so bad now that I'm adjusting. I even got taken to lunch today by the other two associates, I almost feel like one of the club. Nevermind that I'm the obnly member without a, well, "member".
We are in the new house.
I have passed the Bar Exam in TN. And yes I got drunk--did you really think otherwise?
Relief is here. No more mold, and no more stress of what if I failed.
I even received cookies today from very much missed friend, who I still hope will come down for Thanksgiving. I promised not to let the "rednecks" get her :)
However, another friend left fro Australia last week. She's not comming back because she too passed the Bar Exam. It would have been teh only saving grace of failure--she would have had to come back to Chattanooga. However, I likely would have left for Syracuse, but neither is the case now. Least for a few years.
Its not so bad now that I'm adjusting. I even got taken to lunch today by the other two associates, I almost feel like one of the club. Nevermind that I'm the obnly member without a, well, "member".
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Just a brief note on the new house
We close on the new house this Tuesday. I'll be glad to get out of mold central. Yes, mold. Ick.
The new house is in an interesting neighborhood. Prior to the 60's and 70's it was the nicest neighborhood in town, lots of huge house built by wealthy white attorneys and doctors. Then in the late 60'sand early 70's the city thoght it would easy racial tension by taking the houses and giving them to poor minorities at a great loss to the city.
It eventually turned into the most dangerous place in the city. Then around 2002-03 a couple of very wealthy Atlanta attorneys adn a couple of "alternative lifestyle" couples thought that it was a shame these great old houses were going to hell. They started buying them to live in and slowly turned the neighborhood around (well, it's a work in progress).
Our street is pretty safe. I won't be walking around late at night alone though, and hey, I'm well armed, heavily tattooed (well moderately--I'm working on it), frequently drinking, and almost always angry so I don't really think I need to worry to much ;)
Plus the house has a Harry Potter closet!! And a huge attic and a see through fireplace.
The new house is in an interesting neighborhood. Prior to the 60's and 70's it was the nicest neighborhood in town, lots of huge house built by wealthy white attorneys and doctors. Then in the late 60'sand early 70's the city thoght it would easy racial tension by taking the houses and giving them to poor minorities at a great loss to the city.
It eventually turned into the most dangerous place in the city. Then around 2002-03 a couple of very wealthy Atlanta attorneys adn a couple of "alternative lifestyle" couples thought that it was a shame these great old houses were going to hell. They started buying them to live in and slowly turned the neighborhood around (well, it's a work in progress).
Our street is pretty safe. I won't be walking around late at night alone though, and hey, I'm well armed, heavily tattooed (well moderately--I'm working on it), frequently drinking, and almost always angry so I don't really think I need to worry to much ;)
Plus the house has a Harry Potter closet!! And a huge attic and a see through fireplace.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
A note on disease
I'm sure everyone knows about the risks of disease from corpses, and animal waste (yes, I include people in that term). I feel like pointing out though that the diseases being created on the Gulf will not stay on the Gulf.
Even with what's left of my limited microbiology and parasitology knowledge from my BS, I expect huge vicious disease to come out of the stew brewing in those streets right now. It takes very little for an everyday bacteria, virus, or protozoan to mutate into a disease causing form. Everyday flora can become lethal with very little mutation.
People, they won't be confined. Think about how many people are going to come and go in that area over the next months, and even years.
Not that it will help much but please people wash your hands and be careful until we see what is going to come out of the Gulf in the next few years.
Ebola may look like the flu before this is over.
Just a note to get you thinking people.
Even with what's left of my limited microbiology and parasitology knowledge from my BS, I expect huge vicious disease to come out of the stew brewing in those streets right now. It takes very little for an everyday bacteria, virus, or protozoan to mutate into a disease causing form. Everyday flora can become lethal with very little mutation.
People, they won't be confined. Think about how many people are going to come and go in that area over the next months, and even years.
Not that it will help much but please people wash your hands and be careful until we see what is going to come out of the Gulf in the next few years.
Ebola may look like the flu before this is over.
Just a note to get you thinking people.
New Orleans
I find it necessary to blog about this. I'm very upset so I appologize for the inevitable typos.
While no where near physically effected by the tragedy there, I have been very emotionally affected by it. I have been watching the footage and began seeing the places I spent 10 weeks last summer.
I saw the streets I walked to work on underwater and have been unable to contact the people I worked with there at NOLA. I can't watch anymore. All I do is cry--it is so wrong. This was one of our major cities and with more history than most.
I'm very grateful I did not move there as we talked about, but I still feel a profound sense of loss. The whole city is for all intents and purposes gone. Aside from the death and water, roving bands of hoodlums and criminals are running the streets now. Does anyone else grasp what this means?
There are people praying on people who have just lost everything, and our government is as usual more than a dollar short and day late. People are being robbed, raped, and killed.
A 10 year old girl ( a child people) was raped (they also managed to break both her ankles!) by a gang of men IN the Superdome! The place she was supposed to be safe!!!!
Why did it take a week to get down there, did they get lost on the way? Maybe they took a wrong turn and ended up in Las Vegas? Did they not have maps? Maybe they took a wrong turn and ended up in---oh I don't know another country , continent, maybe -----Iraq?
Should we point out that Cuba was faster to offer a response than our own government? That's a country we have embargos against people. Castro has no reason to offer us help.
We are now the one of the least respected countries in the world. I can't imagine why. We are so quick to help those in other countries that don't need or want our help that we can't take care of our own!
I can't stand listening to Bush "explain". He gave no answer to the questions, just random non-sense. He babbled about Iraq people!!!!!!!!! Why is he talking about that still when thousands of people in his own country (a country he is incharge of) are dying of starvation, disease, and anarchy? Doesn't he understand this just makes him look like he just doesn't care, or maybe he just can't grasp that he has to explain his actions for once.
We are no longer willing (well, some of us never were--but we were out voted) to accept irrelevant drivel as a reasoning for everything from wars to his watching people die when he could easily have had help there the next day.
I heard someone say Bush doesn't care about black people. I think that person is incorrect---Bush just doesn't care about people in general. If they aren't rich enough to contribute to his wealth and position, he doesn't care. I tried thinking of him as an incompetent and not knowing any better, but that just doesn't work. This has just gone too far.
These were and are good people, poor yes (in some cases smelly on a good probably), but they don't deserve to be left to die.
I have to side with the Mayor, the government needs to GET OFF ITS ASS and get down there! What they sent yesterday is not going to be enough.
While no where near physically effected by the tragedy there, I have been very emotionally affected by it. I have been watching the footage and began seeing the places I spent 10 weeks last summer.
I saw the streets I walked to work on underwater and have been unable to contact the people I worked with there at NOLA. I can't watch anymore. All I do is cry--it is so wrong. This was one of our major cities and with more history than most.
I'm very grateful I did not move there as we talked about, but I still feel a profound sense of loss. The whole city is for all intents and purposes gone. Aside from the death and water, roving bands of hoodlums and criminals are running the streets now. Does anyone else grasp what this means?
There are people praying on people who have just lost everything, and our government is as usual more than a dollar short and day late. People are being robbed, raped, and killed.
A 10 year old girl ( a child people) was raped (they also managed to break both her ankles!) by a gang of men IN the Superdome! The place she was supposed to be safe!!!!
Why did it take a week to get down there, did they get lost on the way? Maybe they took a wrong turn and ended up in Las Vegas? Did they not have maps? Maybe they took a wrong turn and ended up in---oh I don't know another country , continent, maybe -----Iraq?
Should we point out that Cuba was faster to offer a response than our own government? That's a country we have embargos against people. Castro has no reason to offer us help.
We are now the one of the least respected countries in the world. I can't imagine why. We are so quick to help those in other countries that don't need or want our help that we can't take care of our own!
I can't stand listening to Bush "explain". He gave no answer to the questions, just random non-sense. He babbled about Iraq people!!!!!!!!! Why is he talking about that still when thousands of people in his own country (a country he is incharge of) are dying of starvation, disease, and anarchy? Doesn't he understand this just makes him look like he just doesn't care, or maybe he just can't grasp that he has to explain his actions for once.
We are no longer willing (well, some of us never were--but we were out voted) to accept irrelevant drivel as a reasoning for everything from wars to his watching people die when he could easily have had help there the next day.
I heard someone say Bush doesn't care about black people. I think that person is incorrect---Bush just doesn't care about people in general. If they aren't rich enough to contribute to his wealth and position, he doesn't care. I tried thinking of him as an incompetent and not knowing any better, but that just doesn't work. This has just gone too far.
These were and are good people, poor yes (in some cases smelly on a good probably), but they don't deserve to be left to die.
I have to side with the Mayor, the government needs to GET OFF ITS ASS and get down there! What they sent yesterday is not going to be enough.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
I think I'm just incurably fickle.
I have more questions for the masses. Well, the two people who actually read this with any regularity.
Why is it that I spent two years trying to get out of Syracuse, and now I plan on spending 5 trying to get back? I look around down here and frankly I'm scared. I had forgotten that most people here consider reading a strange pasttime. Even those you would think relatively intelligent: attorneys, teachers, architects. I could keep going, but I think you get the point.
I feel like the last reader on the planet down here. I once heard a story from a guy who was in a Waffle House reading and having coffee. He said the waitress asked him, "What'ya doing?" He replied reading. Her response was "What'ya doing that for?" It completely perplexed her that he was reading for no other reason than to read.
I now know how he felt.
Is it bad to already be planning a December or January long weekend trip back? To refuse to keep my house on the market now that the "jolly giant" backed out for fear he would go through the floor? To pine away for the view from my sunroom or front door? To long to get a good beer and fish and chips? Irish music? Used book stores?
I plan on renting my house now. I've spoken to a rental company and Clif will be showing them the house this week so they can give a rental estimate on how much they can get out of it. They already told us they think they can get the house to pay for itself.
Am I just fickle? Yes, I already know the answer to that. Why doesn't anyone ever try to stop me from doing these things. Okay, well one person tried to reason with me, but I was blinded by money. Still am really.
I still wouldn't be happy with my job prospects there, I would likely have to leave the legal field behind. Litigation is still not my thing. I enjoy writing the Briefs and papers, but don't send me to court. It shortens my life span.
Here I can safely stay out of court and work in real estate and transactional "stuff".
But I do miss the fact that the days are getting cooler there, and that soon pumkin farms will be opening, then the first signs of real Christmas festivities. Here it is all Christian based, and if you try to suggest teh holiday might have other more pagan beginnings you will be burned at the stake at an impromptou town gathering of the Spanish Inquistion.
My Wiccan side is deeply in hiding at the moment. I did reclaim my red hair yesterday though, I'm just inherently uncomfortable as a blond. It did go true blond again though.
Hopefully, it will not be a big deal where I work, but I have no guarantee of that.
I also miss the free festivals all summer long. Here they charge at least $20 per person per day for all festivals or events. Plus there are no ethnic festivals of any kind really. I went to the Cultural festival last weekend. It was mostly one group of Chinese participants and one guy in a kilt (more power to him). A couple of Indian groups had booths, but not much else.
I truly miss my Irish and German festivals. Not to mention the Highland games.
I did go see Wolfsong friday at a free concert here. That was amazing. Six very nice Scottish guys on one stage. (Goddess give me strength)
My friend and I went in together on one of their CDs and then managed to get it signed by all six. Now we get to fight over who gets it when she moves to Australia.
Oh well, live and learn. Maybe the Goddess is trying to teach me the value of humility, one more time. I'm a hard-headed learner when it comes to these "life lessons" of hers.
Why is it that I spent two years trying to get out of Syracuse, and now I plan on spending 5 trying to get back? I look around down here and frankly I'm scared. I had forgotten that most people here consider reading a strange pasttime. Even those you would think relatively intelligent: attorneys, teachers, architects. I could keep going, but I think you get the point.
I feel like the last reader on the planet down here. I once heard a story from a guy who was in a Waffle House reading and having coffee. He said the waitress asked him, "What'ya doing?" He replied reading. Her response was "What'ya doing that for?" It completely perplexed her that he was reading for no other reason than to read.
I now know how he felt.
Is it bad to already be planning a December or January long weekend trip back? To refuse to keep my house on the market now that the "jolly giant" backed out for fear he would go through the floor? To pine away for the view from my sunroom or front door? To long to get a good beer and fish and chips? Irish music? Used book stores?
I plan on renting my house now. I've spoken to a rental company and Clif will be showing them the house this week so they can give a rental estimate on how much they can get out of it. They already told us they think they can get the house to pay for itself.
Am I just fickle? Yes, I already know the answer to that. Why doesn't anyone ever try to stop me from doing these things. Okay, well one person tried to reason with me, but I was blinded by money. Still am really.
I still wouldn't be happy with my job prospects there, I would likely have to leave the legal field behind. Litigation is still not my thing. I enjoy writing the Briefs and papers, but don't send me to court. It shortens my life span.
Here I can safely stay out of court and work in real estate and transactional "stuff".
But I do miss the fact that the days are getting cooler there, and that soon pumkin farms will be opening, then the first signs of real Christmas festivities. Here it is all Christian based, and if you try to suggest teh holiday might have other more pagan beginnings you will be burned at the stake at an impromptou town gathering of the Spanish Inquistion.
My Wiccan side is deeply in hiding at the moment. I did reclaim my red hair yesterday though, I'm just inherently uncomfortable as a blond. It did go true blond again though.
Hopefully, it will not be a big deal where I work, but I have no guarantee of that.
I also miss the free festivals all summer long. Here they charge at least $20 per person per day for all festivals or events. Plus there are no ethnic festivals of any kind really. I went to the Cultural festival last weekend. It was mostly one group of Chinese participants and one guy in a kilt (more power to him). A couple of Indian groups had booths, but not much else.
I truly miss my Irish and German festivals. Not to mention the Highland games.
I did go see Wolfsong friday at a free concert here. That was amazing. Six very nice Scottish guys on one stage. (Goddess give me strength)
My friend and I went in together on one of their CDs and then managed to get it signed by all six. Now we get to fight over who gets it when she moves to Australia.
Oh well, live and learn. Maybe the Goddess is trying to teach me the value of humility, one more time. I'm a hard-headed learner when it comes to these "life lessons" of hers.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Time
Isn't it funny how fast time passes?
Does antone else ever just think: wow, law school is over? The Bar exam is over?
I now have to be an attorney. We're not playing student attorney anymore.
By the way, so much for not working 50-60 hour weeks. Yes, it will happen to you.
Don't get me wrong, I'm getting tons of experience and I like my job. It just calls for long hours. Lots of client "emergencies".
Does antone else ever just think: wow, law school is over? The Bar exam is over?
I now have to be an attorney. We're not playing student attorney anymore.
By the way, so much for not working 50-60 hour weeks. Yes, it will happen to you.
Don't get me wrong, I'm getting tons of experience and I like my job. It just calls for long hours. Lots of client "emergencies".
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Ah, werewolves, houses, and stuff
It's true. The secrret is out.
I do prefer wolves to vampires. Not that I'm knocking the blood drinkers, but everyone has a preference.
Personally if it involved eternal life, I'd go either way, but again, preferences people.
Aside from Anita Blake there really don't seemm to be any good werewolve novels out there anymore. Or maybe I just haven't found them?
I think our house is selling. We have a serious offer finally from the jolly giant dude. I'm being nice, I don't think he's very tall or very happy. He seems to enjoy trying to jerk people around.
I was having none of it.
He doesn't deserve my house, and it bothers me to sell it to him. To all my old neighbors, I am sorry. But he's the only real offer. To my house, I'm really really sorry, I wanted to come back,, but Clif and Jen wouldn't let me.
I look for him to have many issues at closing, to which I say "Talk to my lawyer"----I've always wanted to say that :)
Anyway, I like my lawyer, he's a former professor of mine. I thoroughly enjoyed his classes, even the people who clearly did not read the class discription before signing up were entertaining.
They were very open classes with no judgment, well okay some judgment, but you had to really deserve it. You people know who you are out there.
I do prefer wolves to vampires. Not that I'm knocking the blood drinkers, but everyone has a preference.
Personally if it involved eternal life, I'd go either way, but again, preferences people.
Aside from Anita Blake there really don't seemm to be any good werewolve novels out there anymore. Or maybe I just haven't found them?
I think our house is selling. We have a serious offer finally from the jolly giant dude. I'm being nice, I don't think he's very tall or very happy. He seems to enjoy trying to jerk people around.
I was having none of it.
He doesn't deserve my house, and it bothers me to sell it to him. To all my old neighbors, I am sorry. But he's the only real offer. To my house, I'm really really sorry, I wanted to come back,, but Clif and Jen wouldn't let me.
I look for him to have many issues at closing, to which I say "Talk to my lawyer"----I've always wanted to say that :)
Anyway, I like my lawyer, he's a former professor of mine. I thoroughly enjoyed his classes, even the people who clearly did not read the class discription before signing up were entertaining.
They were very open classes with no judgment, well okay some judgment, but you had to really deserve it. You people know who you are out there.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Friendship
I feel very blessed with friendship right now.
I have so many people who have called now that the bar exam is over that I can't seem to return all the calls.
I owe a very, very good friend a call and simply haven't had time aside from work and house hunting to get back to her. She's even brave enough to want to come for a visit.
I've talked to very few people since the exam. I need to set aside a day for calls. Plus one of my friends is in town from Italy. We had lost touch and I didn't think I would see her again, or hear from her but here she is. Diana is kinda like that, she pops up when you are least expecting it.
I did speak with Jeremy, but I still owe him another call since we got interrupted.
The list goes on and on. When you add in the fact that I'm not really a telephone fanatic, it begins to explain the lack of initive on my part.
On a side note, we went to a gym today. It was one Clif goes to all the time. It's 50 cents to get in, and in a poorer part of downtown. Interesting group of people. A group of small men laughed at the little blond on the weight equipment. They stopped once I got started though. Hard to laugh at a woman who lifts more than you do, I'm only guessing of course. They were small, seriously shorter than me. Just imagine;)
All I could think about was how much fun Jeremy and I would have had if he had been there. I had so many comments to make that Clif simply would not have appreciated. Alas I laughed in my own head instead of out loud.
I have so many people who have called now that the bar exam is over that I can't seem to return all the calls.
I owe a very, very good friend a call and simply haven't had time aside from work and house hunting to get back to her. She's even brave enough to want to come for a visit.
I've talked to very few people since the exam. I need to set aside a day for calls. Plus one of my friends is in town from Italy. We had lost touch and I didn't think I would see her again, or hear from her but here she is. Diana is kinda like that, she pops up when you are least expecting it.
I did speak with Jeremy, but I still owe him another call since we got interrupted.
The list goes on and on. When you add in the fact that I'm not really a telephone fanatic, it begins to explain the lack of initive on my part.
On a side note, we went to a gym today. It was one Clif goes to all the time. It's 50 cents to get in, and in a poorer part of downtown. Interesting group of people. A group of small men laughed at the little blond on the weight equipment. They stopped once I got started though. Hard to laugh at a woman who lifts more than you do, I'm only guessing of course. They were small, seriously shorter than me. Just imagine;)
All I could think about was how much fun Jeremy and I would have had if he had been there. I had so many comments to make that Clif simply would not have appreciated. Alas I laughed in my own head instead of out loud.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Hurray, Clif has work!
My Clifton is returning to the working world tomorrow.
He is going back to his old firm for slightly higher pay. I'm trying to get him to do only 4 days a week so he can still have time off. Just the 4 days a week significantly decreases our money issues.
He enjoys working with these people, too. Besides he was already getting bored being a house husband--only slightly though.
He is going back to his old firm for slightly higher pay. I'm trying to get him to do only 4 days a week so he can still have time off. Just the 4 days a week significantly decreases our money issues.
He enjoys working with these people, too. Besides he was already getting bored being a house husband--only slightly though.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Interesting quote
This is a quote from the Seaside Repertory Theater that I just love:
"Mom looked a witch in the face one day, and now we're all fucked!"
"Mom looked a witch in the face one day, and now we're all fucked!"
Post bar
I have spent the last week drinking myself into oblivion and laying on a somewhat sunny beach in Florida.
I feel strange now that I'm back in Tennessee again. It's such a relief that its over, but I have no doubt I will be facing NY either in Feb or next July. At the lastest in 2-3 years when my contract is up. But for now its over.
We are thinking of yanking the Syracuse house off the market and just renting it. It doesn't seem to be selling, mostly because of my unique paint choices according to our realtor and because of her inability to have given us the only tow offers we have had. Yet I feel compelled to say the Goddess works in strange ways and maybe she is pushing me again to go back.
Hopnestly people it wouldn't take much right now. I nearly cried all the way back yesterday, I did not want to be returning here. I wanted to go home, but home no longer exists according to Clif.
I think we are going to just rent here for awhile and see what happens. I may have to give up gardening but we al make sacrifices.
I feel strange now that I'm back in Tennessee again. It's such a relief that its over, but I have no doubt I will be facing NY either in Feb or next July. At the lastest in 2-3 years when my contract is up. But for now its over.
We are thinking of yanking the Syracuse house off the market and just renting it. It doesn't seem to be selling, mostly because of my unique paint choices according to our realtor and because of her inability to have given us the only tow offers we have had. Yet I feel compelled to say the Goddess works in strange ways and maybe she is pushing me again to go back.
Hopnestly people it wouldn't take much right now. I nearly cried all the way back yesterday, I did not want to be returning here. I wanted to go home, but home no longer exists according to Clif.
I think we are going to just rent here for awhile and see what happens. I may have to give up gardening but we al make sacrifices.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
harry potter, bar exams, and frustration
WARNING: Clif if you will be easily offended stop reading now!
Why did I do this to myself?
I'm so tired I can't even concentrate anymore. It takes actual effort to focus on every problem, and if I don't-- well my scores aren't pretty. I went from "pretty good" to "Oh God, I'm going to fail this thing."
I need this Thursday to be OVER! I need to drink my weight in vodka or whiskey, or ANYTHING.
Plus, I'm tired of seeing what I can't have and I don't like what I can have. It pisses me off. I had a truly amazing house and all I can get here is CRAP. (If it's not Scottish, It's crap! ----Sorry I had a Saturday Night Live flash back)
I see houses just out of my price range that I just can't afford. My old house won't sell, and my realtor is not helping. She doesn't realize I need that money for a down payment. If I had that or at least knew how much I was going to have, this search could be so much less stressful. Right now I'm just pissed off.
My normally high aggression level is climbing way out of control. I want someone to bleed, or at least hurt. I have no weights to take my aggression out on. I don't even have a gym membership down here, all I have is running (usually from rabid dogs with missing eyes).
Plus Clif keeps wanting to look for houses in areas I don't want to live. I need to be near something, not in a "subdivision" discuised as "downtown". Plus I don't want to be killed by drug dealers, or raped, or home invaded, should I keep going? I want nice neighbors like I had in Syracuse. (Preferably youngish and intelligent, with all their teeth.)
At least I finally got my hair cut right so that's a relief. I had way too much hair going on, it had been 6 weeks. I found my old stylist. He has his own place now in the very nice Frazier avenue area.
I did get a suprise present today from my very beloved, surrogate sister. I do so like suprise gifts, and she has a knack for it. I miss her very badly. Maybe someday I'll make it back to San Francisco, but I think more likely I'm UK bound. (Cross my fingers and hope).
I'm generally avoiding all books stores and anyone who looks like they might be a Harry Poter fan. My resolve is faltering and it won't take much for me to cave. I need to know that it isn't Remus.
I don't think I could handle it.
Why did I do this to myself?
I'm so tired I can't even concentrate anymore. It takes actual effort to focus on every problem, and if I don't-- well my scores aren't pretty. I went from "pretty good" to "Oh God, I'm going to fail this thing."
I need this Thursday to be OVER! I need to drink my weight in vodka or whiskey, or ANYTHING.
Plus, I'm tired of seeing what I can't have and I don't like what I can have. It pisses me off. I had a truly amazing house and all I can get here is CRAP. (If it's not Scottish, It's crap! ----Sorry I had a Saturday Night Live flash back)
I see houses just out of my price range that I just can't afford. My old house won't sell, and my realtor is not helping. She doesn't realize I need that money for a down payment. If I had that or at least knew how much I was going to have, this search could be so much less stressful. Right now I'm just pissed off.
My normally high aggression level is climbing way out of control. I want someone to bleed, or at least hurt. I have no weights to take my aggression out on. I don't even have a gym membership down here, all I have is running (usually from rabid dogs with missing eyes).
Plus Clif keeps wanting to look for houses in areas I don't want to live. I need to be near something, not in a "subdivision" discuised as "downtown". Plus I don't want to be killed by drug dealers, or raped, or home invaded, should I keep going? I want nice neighbors like I had in Syracuse. (Preferably youngish and intelligent, with all their teeth.)
At least I finally got my hair cut right so that's a relief. I had way too much hair going on, it had been 6 weeks. I found my old stylist. He has his own place now in the very nice Frazier avenue area.
I did get a suprise present today from my very beloved, surrogate sister. I do so like suprise gifts, and she has a knack for it. I miss her very badly. Maybe someday I'll make it back to San Francisco, but I think more likely I'm UK bound. (Cross my fingers and hope).
I'm generally avoiding all books stores and anyone who looks like they might be a Harry Poter fan. My resolve is faltering and it won't take much for me to cave. I need to know that it isn't Remus.
I don't think I could handle it.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Harry Potter
Okay, this is crazy.
I can't escape. Someone dies. I need to know who, but I can't know until I can read the book. Oh my lord and lady, I hope it isn't Remus. I feel relativaly safe it isn't if its a major character.
But the suspense is killing me. I thought a major character already died people---Serious Black.
I can't take this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can't escape. Someone dies. I need to know who, but I can't know until I can read the book. Oh my lord and lady, I hope it isn't Remus. I feel relativaly safe it isn't if its a major character.
But the suspense is killing me. I thought a major character already died people---Serious Black.
I can't take this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, July 15, 2005
HARRY POTTER
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Can you say obsessed?
I need this book. I must read the next book. NOW!!!!!!!!!!
I can't have this book until July 28th. I hate the Bar exam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Can you say obsessed?
I need this book. I must read the next book. NOW!!!!!!!!!!
I can't have this book until July 28th. I hate the Bar exam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Harry Potter
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Sunday, July 10, 2005
Friends
Isn't it strange that the people you think you'll keep in touch with drift away, but you get suprised by those who make an effort to stay in touch. I got a suprise phone call today from someone I really didn't expect to hear from again.
It was nice and made me smile. Those are in short supply right now.
So if you read this, thank you.
It was nice and made me smile. Those are in short supply right now.
So if you read this, thank you.
UUUHHHHHGGGGGGGG
Let me just say the bar exam sucks!!!!!!!!! WHY DO THEY DO THIS TO US? ISN'T IT ENOUGHT THAT WE SURVIVED 3 YEARS OF LAW SCHOOL?
People in my Barbri class are cracking. The three days of PMBR have just been too much for us.
We have two weeks and I feel very not ready. I'm already wondering what I'll do if I fail. I have two tries, but sometimes drastic circumstances create drastic changes. Maybe I'll up end everyone and go back to Syracuse. I still really want to. I think about it everyday, sometimes all day (on and off).
I've written the reality of it off though. Maybe in 5 years or so, but not now. And by then my house will be gone. Someone else will be comforted by its loving walls and gurgling jaccuzi.
I've tried to shut up about my urge because I know I must be driving Jen (co-SU student) crazy. She has refused to let me leave, but she's mvoing to Australia after the Bar so she can't really talk.
There are all kinds of house-selling and buying issues. I can't keep up, I ignore them. At least until after the exam.
Clif ran the Boiler Maker today. I'm sure he did great. I imagine he's collapsing right about now though. I still marvel at a race where the runners get free bear afterwards. I don't get the logic. Let's all get dehydrated and then get drunk?
Maybe its a Syracuse summer thing. I don't know.
People in my Barbri class are cracking. The three days of PMBR have just been too much for us.
We have two weeks and I feel very not ready. I'm already wondering what I'll do if I fail. I have two tries, but sometimes drastic circumstances create drastic changes. Maybe I'll up end everyone and go back to Syracuse. I still really want to. I think about it everyday, sometimes all day (on and off).
I've written the reality of it off though. Maybe in 5 years or so, but not now. And by then my house will be gone. Someone else will be comforted by its loving walls and gurgling jaccuzi.
I've tried to shut up about my urge because I know I must be driving Jen (co-SU student) crazy. She has refused to let me leave, but she's mvoing to Australia after the Bar so she can't really talk.
There are all kinds of house-selling and buying issues. I can't keep up, I ignore them. At least until after the exam.
Clif ran the Boiler Maker today. I'm sure he did great. I imagine he's collapsing right about now though. I still marvel at a race where the runners get free bear afterwards. I don't get the logic. Let's all get dehydrated and then get drunk?
Maybe its a Syracuse summer thing. I don't know.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Happiness is having bunnies.
Have I mentioned I have bunnies in the back yard.
I love rabbits. It started with Watership Down, and I've never gotten over it. Now mind you the British cartoon of the book, is really messed up. And I think explains alot about British children, even I wouldn't advise showing it to a small child unless you also believe in giving LSD to small children. It's very psychidelic.
Very wasted Beatles kind of vibe.
Anyway, I have been feeding my bunnies leftover lettuces. There all brown with fluffy little white tails.
I just love them. I want to take them with me when I leave.
I find myself just saying BUUUNNYY when I see one. Sort of like that character in Nightmare Before Christmas when he sees the easter bunny.
Yes as previously mentioned, I'm probably a geek so never mind.
I love rabbits. It started with Watership Down, and I've never gotten over it. Now mind you the British cartoon of the book, is really messed up. And I think explains alot about British children, even I wouldn't advise showing it to a small child unless you also believe in giving LSD to small children. It's very psychidelic.
Very wasted Beatles kind of vibe.
Anyway, I have been feeding my bunnies leftover lettuces. There all brown with fluffy little white tails.
I just love them. I want to take them with me when I leave.
I find myself just saying BUUUNNYY when I see one. Sort of like that character in Nightmare Before Christmas when he sees the easter bunny.
Yes as previously mentioned, I'm probably a geek so never mind.
Yes, I'm an adult and yes, your advice was bad.
Does anyone else out there occassionally wonder why it is that everyone else in your life is absolutely certain they know what's best for you?
It is really awful when you finally have to make it obvious to your family that yes you grew up, and yes, you can now do things yourself and make reasonable decisions without the input of your parents. Then there's the big kicker: they may not know what is best for you anymore. You may be a completely different person for the one they knew and from who they are.
Now I have found myself in an ackward position. I accepted a very curteous offer from a "family friend", and I am now paying the price for it.
While, granted I have been very blunt about the problems with this apartment/house (whatever), I have also not been fully forthcoming about the drawbacks. I never said I was a quiet sufferer. Everyone who knows me knows if I'm unhappy every body is going to know it. It's the way I am. I'm open and mouthy, some find it endearing, others don't.
Yet I am still made to feel guilty about not beign overjoyed and happy about fake wood paneling, no bath tube, no privacy, 2 (count'em 2 packs) of diseased dogs with a serious grudge against runners. One even has a missing eye. No, it's not been stitched up, its just missing. Go figure.
Then there's the gate opening kid across the street. We've had one "accident" already. The girls were going on a little vacation thanks to that "lovely, happy, pleasant" little child.
The there's the neighbor who doesn't understand that: "(1) No, I'm married and I won't go anywhere with you, and (2) No, a week later I still don't want to socialize with you." "I don't care if it's date or not. I'm married, Go Away!"
Now, yes, he seems like a very nice person but I'm really not in a social mood. if I'm going to make any new friends in the next 6 weeks, they need to seriously have things in common with me, and I don't think this guy does. I may be wrong, but I don't have time to find out right now.
Yes, for those of you thinking I'm harsh, your right, I am. My niceties are being reserved for those who need them right now: my parents, Clif, Clif's sister, etc. I have a severly limited supply at the moment.
And I'm realizing I have enough friends and others in my life with whom I do not have anything in common.
I'm not a real socially, outgoing woman, I like to be left alone. If I want to be your friend I'll let you know. Otherwise just let it go. Waive be polite, but otherwise just stop. One of my best friends had to pretty much beat me over the head with friendship before I gave in.
That's not going to work for this guy.
I need to just be left alone to be cranky and anti-social, and everyone else should stop making me feel guilty about it. the girls and I are doing the best we can with what we've got.
It is really awful when you finally have to make it obvious to your family that yes you grew up, and yes, you can now do things yourself and make reasonable decisions without the input of your parents. Then there's the big kicker: they may not know what is best for you anymore. You may be a completely different person for the one they knew and from who they are.
Now I have found myself in an ackward position. I accepted a very curteous offer from a "family friend", and I am now paying the price for it.
While, granted I have been very blunt about the problems with this apartment/house (whatever), I have also not been fully forthcoming about the drawbacks. I never said I was a quiet sufferer. Everyone who knows me knows if I'm unhappy every body is going to know it. It's the way I am. I'm open and mouthy, some find it endearing, others don't.
Yet I am still made to feel guilty about not beign overjoyed and happy about fake wood paneling, no bath tube, no privacy, 2 (count'em 2 packs) of diseased dogs with a serious grudge against runners. One even has a missing eye. No, it's not been stitched up, its just missing. Go figure.
Then there's the gate opening kid across the street. We've had one "accident" already. The girls were going on a little vacation thanks to that "lovely, happy, pleasant" little child.
The there's the neighbor who doesn't understand that: "(1) No, I'm married and I won't go anywhere with you, and (2) No, a week later I still don't want to socialize with you." "I don't care if it's date or not. I'm married, Go Away!"
Now, yes, he seems like a very nice person but I'm really not in a social mood. if I'm going to make any new friends in the next 6 weeks, they need to seriously have things in common with me, and I don't think this guy does. I may be wrong, but I don't have time to find out right now.
Yes, for those of you thinking I'm harsh, your right, I am. My niceties are being reserved for those who need them right now: my parents, Clif, Clif's sister, etc. I have a severly limited supply at the moment.
And I'm realizing I have enough friends and others in my life with whom I do not have anything in common.
I'm not a real socially, outgoing woman, I like to be left alone. If I want to be your friend I'll let you know. Otherwise just let it go. Waive be polite, but otherwise just stop. One of my best friends had to pretty much beat me over the head with friendship before I gave in.
That's not going to work for this guy.
I need to just be left alone to be cranky and anti-social, and everyone else should stop making me feel guilty about it. the girls and I are doing the best we can with what we've got.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Pit Bulls, poodles, and the same old argument
Sit down people, I'm getting on my soap box and we're going to be here a while.
At the end of this post is an article that appeared in the San Francisco Chronicle. You should all read the article whether you agree with me or not, and judge for yourself (with your own common sense) whether you think he's right.
Point one:
Let me start by saying, yes everyone is entitled to their own opinion.
This wil be massively unpopular, but here's the thing. Can we ban animal killing children? Lock them up for psychiatric evauluation? Even punished? Can we fine the parents? How about zoning for people with animal hurting children? Can we even force the parents to get them help? No, No, No, No, and NO.
Anyone who has had to help euthanize a cat because the owner's grandchildren tied rubber bands around it's paws and left them their til the feet ROTTED OFF!!!!!!!!! feels differently.
How about the golden retriever puppy who had to be euthanized because some neighborhood KIDS feed it battery acid? It's lower jaw was eaten away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But back to my point:
Now yes pit bulls were bred as a killing machine. The are not like rottweilers who were originally a sheparding breed, or dobermans who were meant specifically as guard dogs.
Pit bulls are hunters meantto bring down large game. They have jaw power like no other breed. And yes he's right, they don't stop. They kill what they bite. It is a bred reaction for them.
And in my opinion are more dangerous than most other breeds, I met too many as a vet tech to not feel their dangerous.
But so are boxers in my opinion, and great danes, poodles, terriers, and my lord and lady, chihuahuas. Those are just nasty little dogs if your not the owner.
However, that's my opinion, and by no means a conclusive fact. I still hold that all of those breeds can be "safe" under the right circumstances. To say that by having a pit bull in your house you are recklessly endangering your family is out of line.
That statement is entirely too conclusive and a broad generalization.
Nor do I feel we should attack the parents every time something happens. However if you leave these breeds alone things may and likely will happen. Children are not safe with any type of dog. Children get carried away and accidentally ( and yes sometimes on purpose) cause an animal pain.
If they hurt an animal it reacts the only way it can.
Next point:
You can not say you are entitled to judge something without allowing for some objective criteria. You can't just say lets evaulate all dogs that look like a certain breed. I wonder if this author knows how many breeds resemble the pit bull, because you can have a mix that looks exactly like a pit bull and won't have a drop of the breed in them.
At Westminster, those dogs have certified blood lines. There is no undocumented dog allowed. They do not use general breed characteristic there to determine who is a pit bull, they use the bood line documentation. I fail to see how that supports his claim that "we don't have to be scietific".
Yes, you do. Am I the only one who sees the door this could open?
Also, anyone who owns a rottweiller or doberman already pays two to three times more for home and renters insurance than someone with a standard poodle. Like it or not the poodle will bite faster.
It's just that no one wants to admit, "Yeah, I got nailed by the 60 lb fluffy white standard poodle next door".
Okay, I'm done now.
Article:
CW Nevius
We need tough laws on pit bulls
C.W. Nevius
Saturday, June 11, 2005
When a tragedy like last week's mauling death of Nicholas Faibish happens, there is always an uproar. The fact that Nicholas was only 12 and killed by his family's pit bull makes the outcry even louder.
Something, everyone says, must be done.
But what?
Ban pit bulls? Legal experts in San Francisco said it isn't possible. California is among 12 states that prohibit what pit bull advocates call BSL, or "breed specific legislation.''
Denver assistant city attorney Kory Nelson says that may not matter, and suggests San Francisco give a ban a try. He helped draft Denver's pit bull ban, which the Denver District Court upheld last month, despite the fact that Colorado law does not permit BSL.
"I've read your state law,'' says Nelson, who has sent San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom a letter offering his help. "And I don't think it is that much different from what we had. My point is, if a municipality can't determine what kind of animals it wants, why have a municipality?''
But others think an outright ban might be too much, and in the Bay Area, it might be. In Denver, the authorities will come to your house and confiscate your pit bull unless you prove you have someplace safe to send it. That's pretty hard to imagine happening here.
However, there are some other effective ideas for safeguarding the public against a breed that all but the most ardent apologists admit is unpredictable at best and dangerous at worst. Certainly, they would be more effective than the current precautions, which can be summed up as, "Be careful, and best of luck."
But first, let's dispense with any notion that pit bulls may bite, like any other dog, but are no more dangerous than, say, a German shepherd.
Dr. James Betts, chief of trauma surgery at Children's Hospital Oakland, operated on Shawn Jones, who was 10 when three pit bulls dragged him from his bike in Richmond and mauled him four years ago this month. He's seen cases where a single, crushing bite from a pit bull has "taken out the whole side of the face.'' Betts says the hospital treats 100 bite cases each year, and he's passionate about the perils of pit bulls.
"I think,'' Betts says, "if you have a dog like that in your house, you are recklessly endangering your family. For people to say, 'That is not going to happen to me' is to pretty much put the blinders on.''
Betts says a pit bull can exert as much as 1,200 pounds per square inch of pressure with its jaws, while that of a German shepherd is more like 200.
"That kind of grip,'' Betts says, "is enough to fracture your femur, the largest bone in your body.''
The pit bull apologists, Nelson says, like to say "judge the deed, not the breed.'' But he thinks that kind of logic is like saying "there is no such thing as a bad kid."
"Look,'' Nelson says, "nobody can prove one dog is more likely than another to go off. The difference is, should a pit bull attack a person, they are much more likely to inflict serious injuries.''
If local communities do not want to ban pit bulls, Nelson says, there are other suggestions. First and foremost, breeding permits should be closely regulated and hard to get. Pit bulls without one should be neutered or spayed. That will help stop backyard breeding from filling animal shelters.
Owners, Nelson says, should be required to show proof of liability insurance and be held responsible for the dog. But watch out for pit bull advocates who will insist that laws should "blame the owner, not the dog."
"How,'' asks Nelson, "do you define an irresponsible dog owner? It is someone who owns a dog that attacked someone. So you can only call them irresponsible after the fact?''
Precautions must be taken before there is a serious attack. For example, Nelson suggests pit bull owners post warning signs in both English and Spanish outside their homes. In addition, the owner should not only have a barrier that will keep the dogs in, but also keep children out. (Denver had a sad case of a child who was mauled by a dog that was chained in its yard.)
The general idea is simple -- you can own a pit bull, but it is going to cost you. If you want one, there will be expensive insurance to buy and strict liability for any violent acts. Nelson also suggests requiring microchip identification for all pit bulls and perhaps a run through the American Kennel Club's "Good Citizen'' behavior test.
Of course, the pit bull lobby will howl that it is impossible to tell what a pit bull is. Do you count only purebreds? Mixed breeds? Dogs that may look like a pit bull?
"My response,'' says Nelson, "is that they do it at the Westminster dog show every year. Our feeling is that (if) it meets the majority of the standard characteristics," it is a pit bull. "We don't have to be scientific.''
Is all this really necessary? Isn't it possible the pit bull concern is overblown? Not to someone who has dealt with the outcome of the attacks on a regular basis.
"These dogs have the capacity to be a lethal, deadly force,'' Betts says. "These dogs don't stop. They will grab and hold on. People say, 'But you see the worst. You can't judge.'
"But you know what? I believe I can."
C.W. Nevius' column appears Tuesday and Saturday in the Bay Area section and on Fridays in East Bay Life. E-mail him at cwnevius@sfchronicle.com.
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At the end of this post is an article that appeared in the San Francisco Chronicle. You should all read the article whether you agree with me or not, and judge for yourself (with your own common sense) whether you think he's right.
Point one:
Let me start by saying, yes everyone is entitled to their own opinion.
This wil be massively unpopular, but here's the thing. Can we ban animal killing children? Lock them up for psychiatric evauluation? Even punished? Can we fine the parents? How about zoning for people with animal hurting children? Can we even force the parents to get them help? No, No, No, No, and NO.
Anyone who has had to help euthanize a cat because the owner's grandchildren tied rubber bands around it's paws and left them their til the feet ROTTED OFF!!!!!!!!! feels differently.
How about the golden retriever puppy who had to be euthanized because some neighborhood KIDS feed it battery acid? It's lower jaw was eaten away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But back to my point:
Now yes pit bulls were bred as a killing machine. The are not like rottweilers who were originally a sheparding breed, or dobermans who were meant specifically as guard dogs.
Pit bulls are hunters meantto bring down large game. They have jaw power like no other breed. And yes he's right, they don't stop. They kill what they bite. It is a bred reaction for them.
And in my opinion are more dangerous than most other breeds, I met too many as a vet tech to not feel their dangerous.
But so are boxers in my opinion, and great danes, poodles, terriers, and my lord and lady, chihuahuas. Those are just nasty little dogs if your not the owner.
However, that's my opinion, and by no means a conclusive fact. I still hold that all of those breeds can be "safe" under the right circumstances. To say that by having a pit bull in your house you are recklessly endangering your family is out of line.
That statement is entirely too conclusive and a broad generalization.
Nor do I feel we should attack the parents every time something happens. However if you leave these breeds alone things may and likely will happen. Children are not safe with any type of dog. Children get carried away and accidentally ( and yes sometimes on purpose) cause an animal pain.
If they hurt an animal it reacts the only way it can.
Next point:
You can not say you are entitled to judge something without allowing for some objective criteria. You can't just say lets evaulate all dogs that look like a certain breed. I wonder if this author knows how many breeds resemble the pit bull, because you can have a mix that looks exactly like a pit bull and won't have a drop of the breed in them.
At Westminster, those dogs have certified blood lines. There is no undocumented dog allowed. They do not use general breed characteristic there to determine who is a pit bull, they use the bood line documentation. I fail to see how that supports his claim that "we don't have to be scietific".
Yes, you do. Am I the only one who sees the door this could open?
Also, anyone who owns a rottweiller or doberman already pays two to three times more for home and renters insurance than someone with a standard poodle. Like it or not the poodle will bite faster.
It's just that no one wants to admit, "Yeah, I got nailed by the 60 lb fluffy white standard poodle next door".
Okay, I'm done now.
Article:
CW Nevius
We need tough laws on pit bulls
C.W. Nevius
Saturday, June 11, 2005
When a tragedy like last week's mauling death of Nicholas Faibish happens, there is always an uproar. The fact that Nicholas was only 12 and killed by his family's pit bull makes the outcry even louder.
Something, everyone says, must be done.
But what?
Ban pit bulls? Legal experts in San Francisco said it isn't possible. California is among 12 states that prohibit what pit bull advocates call BSL, or "breed specific legislation.''
Denver assistant city attorney Kory Nelson says that may not matter, and suggests San Francisco give a ban a try. He helped draft Denver's pit bull ban, which the Denver District Court upheld last month, despite the fact that Colorado law does not permit BSL.
"I've read your state law,'' says Nelson, who has sent San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom a letter offering his help. "And I don't think it is that much different from what we had. My point is, if a municipality can't determine what kind of animals it wants, why have a municipality?''
But others think an outright ban might be too much, and in the Bay Area, it might be. In Denver, the authorities will come to your house and confiscate your pit bull unless you prove you have someplace safe to send it. That's pretty hard to imagine happening here.
However, there are some other effective ideas for safeguarding the public against a breed that all but the most ardent apologists admit is unpredictable at best and dangerous at worst. Certainly, they would be more effective than the current precautions, which can be summed up as, "Be careful, and best of luck."
But first, let's dispense with any notion that pit bulls may bite, like any other dog, but are no more dangerous than, say, a German shepherd.
Dr. James Betts, chief of trauma surgery at Children's Hospital Oakland, operated on Shawn Jones, who was 10 when three pit bulls dragged him from his bike in Richmond and mauled him four years ago this month. He's seen cases where a single, crushing bite from a pit bull has "taken out the whole side of the face.'' Betts says the hospital treats 100 bite cases each year, and he's passionate about the perils of pit bulls.
"I think,'' Betts says, "if you have a dog like that in your house, you are recklessly endangering your family. For people to say, 'That is not going to happen to me' is to pretty much put the blinders on.''
Betts says a pit bull can exert as much as 1,200 pounds per square inch of pressure with its jaws, while that of a German shepherd is more like 200.
"That kind of grip,'' Betts says, "is enough to fracture your femur, the largest bone in your body.''
The pit bull apologists, Nelson says, like to say "judge the deed, not the breed.'' But he thinks that kind of logic is like saying "there is no such thing as a bad kid."
"Look,'' Nelson says, "nobody can prove one dog is more likely than another to go off. The difference is, should a pit bull attack a person, they are much more likely to inflict serious injuries.''
If local communities do not want to ban pit bulls, Nelson says, there are other suggestions. First and foremost, breeding permits should be closely regulated and hard to get. Pit bulls without one should be neutered or spayed. That will help stop backyard breeding from filling animal shelters.
Owners, Nelson says, should be required to show proof of liability insurance and be held responsible for the dog. But watch out for pit bull advocates who will insist that laws should "blame the owner, not the dog."
"How,'' asks Nelson, "do you define an irresponsible dog owner? It is someone who owns a dog that attacked someone. So you can only call them irresponsible after the fact?''
Precautions must be taken before there is a serious attack. For example, Nelson suggests pit bull owners post warning signs in both English and Spanish outside their homes. In addition, the owner should not only have a barrier that will keep the dogs in, but also keep children out. (Denver had a sad case of a child who was mauled by a dog that was chained in its yard.)
The general idea is simple -- you can own a pit bull, but it is going to cost you. If you want one, there will be expensive insurance to buy and strict liability for any violent acts. Nelson also suggests requiring microchip identification for all pit bulls and perhaps a run through the American Kennel Club's "Good Citizen'' behavior test.
Of course, the pit bull lobby will howl that it is impossible to tell what a pit bull is. Do you count only purebreds? Mixed breeds? Dogs that may look like a pit bull?
"My response,'' says Nelson, "is that they do it at the Westminster dog show every year. Our feeling is that (if) it meets the majority of the standard characteristics," it is a pit bull. "We don't have to be scientific.''
Is all this really necessary? Isn't it possible the pit bull concern is overblown? Not to someone who has dealt with the outcome of the attacks on a regular basis.
"These dogs have the capacity to be a lethal, deadly force,'' Betts says. "These dogs don't stop. They will grab and hold on. People say, 'But you see the worst. You can't judge.'
"But you know what? I believe I can."
C.W. Nevius' column appears Tuesday and Saturday in the Bay Area section and on Fridays in East Bay Life. E-mail him at cwnevius@sfchronicle.com.
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Friday, June 10, 2005
Syracuse
Well,
I'm less homesick now. I'm pretty much to busy to be homesick.
I still get upset when I here someone talk about Kitty Hoynes, Dinosuar, or any number of places I love and may never see again.
But that's life right. We grow and we move on to the next stage, phase, challenge, etc. Even if it means leaving the best barb-b-que on the east coast and an awesome house with great neighbors.
Here I have the best ice cream on the east coast and a truly great organic nature foods store. Not to mention two very good doctors for my pom pom. Since I used to work with them, they know I'm crazy and psychotic over my pom pom so no suprises.
Also I have the Tennessee River which is very calming when you sit on the walking bridge adn listen to the sound. It's a good place to go and sit and think about how you will pass the bar.
Bar bri is getting so weird. they tell use ot study all the time and then tell us to take a break. Then they tell us to study again. People get your story straight.
Maybe because I began preping for NY this seems silly, but down here attorney I know of actually took the bar seriously. Most say they didn't even study during the day.
They make me feel like a nerd. Well, no, I make me feel like a nerd. This is just outside re-enforcement.
I think anyone who watches as much Highlander as I do qualifies for nerdhood. And then there's the huge crush on Nightcrawler (yes the blue, prehensile tailed X-man).
Really, what woman doesn't dream of an extra prehensile appendage?
Come on admit it.
I'm less homesick now. I'm pretty much to busy to be homesick.
I still get upset when I here someone talk about Kitty Hoynes, Dinosuar, or any number of places I love and may never see again.
But that's life right. We grow and we move on to the next stage, phase, challenge, etc. Even if it means leaving the best barb-b-que on the east coast and an awesome house with great neighbors.
Here I have the best ice cream on the east coast and a truly great organic nature foods store. Not to mention two very good doctors for my pom pom. Since I used to work with them, they know I'm crazy and psychotic over my pom pom so no suprises.
Also I have the Tennessee River which is very calming when you sit on the walking bridge adn listen to the sound. It's a good place to go and sit and think about how you will pass the bar.
Bar bri is getting so weird. they tell use ot study all the time and then tell us to take a break. Then they tell us to study again. People get your story straight.
Maybe because I began preping for NY this seems silly, but down here attorney I know of actually took the bar seriously. Most say they didn't even study during the day.
They make me feel like a nerd. Well, no, I make me feel like a nerd. This is just outside re-enforcement.
I think anyone who watches as much Highlander as I do qualifies for nerdhood. And then there's the huge crush on Nightcrawler (yes the blue, prehensile tailed X-man).
Really, what woman doesn't dream of an extra prehensile appendage?
Come on admit it.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Pomeranians, bath time, and cloning
I thought I would share the fact that my darling Hera is writhing around on the floor. She just got bathed so now she's acting like a mad woman and rolling around on the floor trying to dry herself.
It's rather warm here today (89) and she seemed to be unhappy with the heat, and also in need of a bath so she got one.
I haven't tried bathing her in a sink in quite a while. Back home we had a sprayer in the shower so she just got bathed with me. Here we have on a sink sprayer, and with all that pom pom hair it is absolutely necessary to have a sprayer to get the soap out. It worked fine except she's a larger pom pom so she didn't really fit in the divided sink. Water went everywhere, but I moppped it up.
Well, she isn't hot anymore. In fact, she liked the cool water on her tummy, just not the soap part. She really won't like all the brushing later either. She's a good girl though. She just looks at me like, "Why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to you?".
She's so funny. You see how small she really is when you wet down all the hair. She's just this tiny little puppy with all that hair. I love her so.
I can't imagine my life without her. My friends think I'm crazy, but I fully plan on having her cloned. I get a lecture every time the subject comes up.
Even is it isn't he same dog, I'll still have Hera II. Now I just have to sell my organs to come up with $50K.
It's rather warm here today (89) and she seemed to be unhappy with the heat, and also in need of a bath so she got one.
I haven't tried bathing her in a sink in quite a while. Back home we had a sprayer in the shower so she just got bathed with me. Here we have on a sink sprayer, and with all that pom pom hair it is absolutely necessary to have a sprayer to get the soap out. It worked fine except she's a larger pom pom so she didn't really fit in the divided sink. Water went everywhere, but I moppped it up.
Well, she isn't hot anymore. In fact, she liked the cool water on her tummy, just not the soap part. She really won't like all the brushing later either. She's a good girl though. She just looks at me like, "Why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to you?".
She's so funny. You see how small she really is when you wet down all the hair. She's just this tiny little puppy with all that hair. I love her so.
I can't imagine my life without her. My friends think I'm crazy, but I fully plan on having her cloned. I get a lecture every time the subject comes up.
Even is it isn't he same dog, I'll still have Hera II. Now I just have to sell my organs to come up with $50K.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
First day jitters
Don't you just love first days at a new job.
It starts off all exciting and happy, and then the reality sets in that you have no idea what to expect. And better yet, what do they expect from you?
I just had my second day at work. Noticably better than the first day at work. Yesterday I was basically in a panic since the first thing they did was hand me a 500+ record on appeal and tell me to write the appellate brief.
That will stop you in your tracks. Bearing in mind I'm ony there 3 days a week for half days.
But today I was told this was a learning experience (gotta love those).
My new boss is actually sort of nice. I think I will like working with him. He made feel a lot better about the brief and I now think this will not be so traumatizing after all.
Yet I still feel awfully strange about being the only female attorney. But hey it's a start.
By the way I apologize for all the typos in my entries, but I haven't found the spell check yet and I'm notoriously bad at proof reading. Did I mention I'm bad about creating run- on sentences?
It starts off all exciting and happy, and then the reality sets in that you have no idea what to expect. And better yet, what do they expect from you?
I just had my second day at work. Noticably better than the first day at work. Yesterday I was basically in a panic since the first thing they did was hand me a 500+ record on appeal and tell me to write the appellate brief.
That will stop you in your tracks. Bearing in mind I'm ony there 3 days a week for half days.
But today I was told this was a learning experience (gotta love those).
My new boss is actually sort of nice. I think I will like working with him. He made feel a lot better about the brief and I now think this will not be so traumatizing after all.
Yet I still feel awfully strange about being the only female attorney. But hey it's a start.
By the way I apologize for all the typos in my entries, but I haven't found the spell check yet and I'm notoriously bad at proof reading. Did I mention I'm bad about creating run- on sentences?
Sunday, May 29, 2005
The luxury of hot water
Let me start by saying I have not had a hot shower in a week. I have had 2 "warm" showers that lasted 3 minutes. The rest have been luke warm or flat out cold. Now this is fine if you go for a 3 mile run before all showers.
However, if you don't it gets annoying real quick.
Some how I went from having a gas hot water heater that can take your skin off and a whirlpool tube to cold showers with no tub at all.
For a marathon bather like me this is unacceptable.
Now for the real problem, I'm not paying rent here, so I can't really complain about a little lack of ,oh, hot water.
This folks is why I do not like accepting anything free. There is always a catch and you can get screwed so easily. If I had been left alone to get an apartment in North Chattanooga, I would have hot water. That is the last time I get guilt tripped into saving money.
If I didn't I could b%&^$ about it and demand it be fixed. But no I had to give in and agree to save money, yet all those people who told me I would be wasting money on an apartment have hot water.
One in particular even has my whirlpool.
If the house had gas service, I would be tempted to just buy a new hot water heater and take it with me when I move. But alas the gas is not hooked up.
This is not the proper way to study for the bar exam.
Everyone reading this go take a hot shower right now, for me, and think about teh luxury of hot water.
However, if you don't it gets annoying real quick.
Some how I went from having a gas hot water heater that can take your skin off and a whirlpool tube to cold showers with no tub at all.
For a marathon bather like me this is unacceptable.
Now for the real problem, I'm not paying rent here, so I can't really complain about a little lack of ,oh, hot water.
This folks is why I do not like accepting anything free. There is always a catch and you can get screwed so easily. If I had been left alone to get an apartment in North Chattanooga, I would have hot water. That is the last time I get guilt tripped into saving money.
If I didn't I could b%&^$ about it and demand it be fixed. But no I had to give in and agree to save money, yet all those people who told me I would be wasting money on an apartment have hot water.
One in particular even has my whirlpool.
If the house had gas service, I would be tempted to just buy a new hot water heater and take it with me when I move. But alas the gas is not hooked up.
This is not the proper way to study for the bar exam.
Everyone reading this go take a hot shower right now, for me, and think about teh luxury of hot water.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Barbri
This video taped lecture stuff is most unpleasant. I'm already finding myself wanting to duck out at 8 p.m. rather than wait to finish at 9 p.m.
Yes, I get to go from 5 to 9 at night. The always coveted night Barbri class.
Let me tell you, this is going to get annoying real quick. I get to sit in a heavily airconditioned (roughly 50 degrees) room for 4 hours a night with video tape cracking silly jokes at me.
Two things occer to me at that point:
1. Why would I have come 900 miles to avoid 50 degree summers only to sit in a 50 degree room? It's summer people, it's suppose to be hot.
2. How many bad puns can I take before I become violent toward the VCR? Where is this guy and how can I stop him from taping again?
The good news is there is someone I know(and actually like)in the classes with me. It's always a relief not to be the lone friendless person in a group of strange southerners. They attack easily:)
I can also already feel myself finding lots of other things to do besides my practice questions. This will become more of a problem once work starts.
But for right now my Pom Pom is keeping me on task because she doesn't want me to leave the house. She feels threatened by the lack of parental or cat supervision I think.
Hewr older sister is doing fine now. She's busy rolling around in the yard and getting to sleep on the bed. She makes a good cuddler.
Well, back to the practice questions.
Yes, I get to go from 5 to 9 at night. The always coveted night Barbri class.
Let me tell you, this is going to get annoying real quick. I get to sit in a heavily airconditioned (roughly 50 degrees) room for 4 hours a night with video tape cracking silly jokes at me.
Two things occer to me at that point:
1. Why would I have come 900 miles to avoid 50 degree summers only to sit in a 50 degree room? It's summer people, it's suppose to be hot.
2. How many bad puns can I take before I become violent toward the VCR? Where is this guy and how can I stop him from taping again?
The good news is there is someone I know(and actually like)in the classes with me. It's always a relief not to be the lone friendless person in a group of strange southerners. They attack easily:)
I can also already feel myself finding lots of other things to do besides my practice questions. This will become more of a problem once work starts.
But for right now my Pom Pom is keeping me on task because she doesn't want me to leave the house. She feels threatened by the lack of parental or cat supervision I think.
Hewr older sister is doing fine now. She's busy rolling around in the yard and getting to sleep on the bed. She makes a good cuddler.
Well, back to the practice questions.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
New apartment
Well,
Here I am in my "new rental" house having the first beer, I'm out of whiskey. Okay well the second beer, but its the first "beer" night. Actually it is the first night period.
I guess the house is not so bad. I have the bedroom and the kitchen outfitted, and now they don't lookso bad. I just really hate faux wood paneling. I can't imagine what makes someone want to suck all the light out of a house by covering the walls with dark, wood colored veneer.
Oh well, no accounting for personal taste.
I have your basic police search lights in the back to light up the parking area. Otherwise I would so not be parking there.
Can we say rape?
Its a very dark area with woods immediately in front. I have no intention of being dragged back there by some hairy redneck for a "good time".
I'd rather take my chances with street parking "THE BUG".
Plus I now have my always loved .38 back. I missed my gun, all women should be well armed. And if I might steal a line from one of my favorite books, "Everyone down here is well armed and drunk."
There is no better feeling of security than to know that if someone with less than pure intentions comes in your house in the middle of the night ( and I have the nifty Hera alarms system to let me know), you can stop them in their tracks (literally, they fall backwards).
But as always the police frown on that, not so much down here as in the north, but still its not looked on favorably.
Anyway, reality calls.
Later.
Here I am in my "new rental" house having the first beer, I'm out of whiskey. Okay well the second beer, but its the first "beer" night. Actually it is the first night period.
I guess the house is not so bad. I have the bedroom and the kitchen outfitted, and now they don't lookso bad. I just really hate faux wood paneling. I can't imagine what makes someone want to suck all the light out of a house by covering the walls with dark, wood colored veneer.
Oh well, no accounting for personal taste.
I have your basic police search lights in the back to light up the parking area. Otherwise I would so not be parking there.
Can we say rape?
Its a very dark area with woods immediately in front. I have no intention of being dragged back there by some hairy redneck for a "good time".
I'd rather take my chances with street parking "THE BUG".
Plus I now have my always loved .38 back. I missed my gun, all women should be well armed. And if I might steal a line from one of my favorite books, "Everyone down here is well armed and drunk."
There is no better feeling of security than to know that if someone with less than pure intentions comes in your house in the middle of the night ( and I have the nifty Hera alarms system to let me know), you can stop them in their tracks (literally, they fall backwards).
But as always the police frown on that, not so much down here as in the north, but still its not looked on favorably.
Anyway, reality calls.
Later.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
New jobs, new apartments and Tennessee
Just a brief update.
Well, I have arrived in one piece with puppies and various suits. I have seen the rental house. Once again I find myself asking why I trust random people to be accurate in their descriptions of property. But hey it's not with my parents, and there are no terrier sized cockroaches, right?
Now on to real issues: New jobs are very stressful. I find myself dreading the Bar prep and "adjustment" period of the new job. I am way out of my comfort level here. As are all us recent graduates from that lovely adventure called law school.
I love my fellow southerners we're such an entertaining bunch of characters. I knew was back in Tennessee when I woke up from the passenger seat at a gas station to look over and see a guy with a shirt that, shall we say was far from covering his formidable stomach, and using the word "ya'll".
My accent is already returning, and only one person has given me the narrowed eye "look" while asking "where are you from exactly?" Then there is the follow up of "Well, you're back here now. That's what matters." As though there is something wrong with wanting to get away from the place your born in. Why would anyone want to see any other part of the world? Just doesn't phase them there's a wide world full of interesting places. Mostly annoying people, but interesting places none the less.
Well, I have arrived in one piece with puppies and various suits. I have seen the rental house. Once again I find myself asking why I trust random people to be accurate in their descriptions of property. But hey it's not with my parents, and there are no terrier sized cockroaches, right?
Now on to real issues: New jobs are very stressful. I find myself dreading the Bar prep and "adjustment" period of the new job. I am way out of my comfort level here. As are all us recent graduates from that lovely adventure called law school.
I love my fellow southerners we're such an entertaining bunch of characters. I knew was back in Tennessee when I woke up from the passenger seat at a gas station to look over and see a guy with a shirt that, shall we say was far from covering his formidable stomach, and using the word "ya'll".
My accent is already returning, and only one person has given me the narrowed eye "look" while asking "where are you from exactly?" Then there is the follow up of "Well, you're back here now. That's what matters." As though there is something wrong with wanting to get away from the place your born in. Why would anyone want to see any other part of the world? Just doesn't phase them there's a wide world full of interesting places. Mostly annoying people, but interesting places none the less.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Okay, here I am.
I keep being dragged kicking and screaming into the technology generation. Hope your happy you two. You know who you are.
I shall endevor to post my harrowing adventures from the south, but names adn details will be changed to protect the innocent.
I shall endevor to post my harrowing adventures from the south, but names adn details will be changed to protect the innocent.
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