Monday, December 29, 2008
So, could not have been less excited about The Weekend, Part Two until yesterday when I am suddenly struck by the realization that all I should have gotten my brother for Christmas was a big ass Dictionary because this "weekend" visit is actually from tomorrow (Tuesday) until next Monday. Wherein "weekend" = 6 days. What?
Whereupon he is so fired.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Me: "How about you help me clean the house and then I'll help you rake the leaves in the yard."
Him: "I was kind of planning on doing nothing today."
Me: "This house is a disaster."
Him: "Yeah, we really need a maid."
Him (upon coming in from work and seeing that I had done the dishes): "Thank God you did the dishes. They were annoying me so much last night I almost did them myself."
Me: "What are the chances of me getting you to put up some Christmas lights this year."
The thing is, there is just something about the little shit that is so endearing. I have no idea what it is, but it totally makes you let him get away with all the crap that he pulls. I think it's a magical power or maybe just a defense mechanism he has developed so everyone he meets and or talks to doesn't murder him.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
The thing is, being someone's lawyer entails a lot of responsibility that I take very seriously. You could really, really screw things up for your client if you aren't careful. I'm not especially comfortable with a learning curve that involves other people. All this is not to say that anyone should worry that my inexperience could be detrimental to clients, I would never allow that to happen and I have plenty of help from experienced attorneys to make sure that it doesn't. Basically, what I am getting at with all this is the dichotomy between care and cowardice.
At some point I have to get out there and just do it. There has to be a first everything. A first court appearance, a first deposition, a first jury and at some point I have to be comfortable with someone putting their trust in me as their attorney. They will see my name on a building and expect things from me. Putting yourself out there is hard, putting yourself out there for someone else is even harder.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
The change I expect from President Obama is that I expect to be changed. I expect this president-elect to find a way to be an actual leader who inspires us to do something. The hope and change that we have been promised isn't the hope that Obama will be able to change things better than the last guy. The hope and change we have been promised is a change in the people of this country that they may be filled with the hope for a better tomorrow that they are willing to work toward.
The government of this country was founded to maintain fairness, peace, security and to give us, its people, the stability needed to work toward our own better lives. The government is the vehicle by which we the people establish this union. Just because we elect delegates to lead the union does not mean that we don't each have individual responsibilities to its upkeep.
Maybe the people of this country have been failed by their leaders, but we have also failed. Barak Obama will need our help to be the President he has promised. I hope you don't believe that your vote was a passing of the burdens of anything but leadership onto someone new. The problems of this nation have not been passed to Barak Obama, they continue to reside with us.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
I've sort of gotten roped into attending a costume party this year and, surprise, I don't really like dressing up in costumes. This is the Diddy's Black and White Party of costume parties though, you must come in costume (Incidentally, what are we calling Sean Combs these days anyway?) So, I'm going to be a trucker. This is primarily because I got it in my head that the costume I would be most happy to wear would consist of a wife beater, flannel shirt and jeans. Add a trucker hat and a can of Skoal and you have a trucker. I know it's not the most creative thing ever and that, in fact, it is rather lame and possibly offensive to actual truck drivers. Also, no one will know what I am. However, I purchased a flannel shirt at Wal-Mart last night and there is no turning back now.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
So then, you stretch way up on your tippy-toes and pull the little red string to disengage the electric opener and close it manually. A little old-fashioned, but doable. Wow it's super easy to pull down, yay. Wait crap, how do you lock it so someone can't get in the garage and steal all your stuff now? Oh wait, there's a little lever thing? Awesome! What? The lever is screwed in place with some weird flat headed screw that you don't have a tool for and is stuck anyway? No problem, just pull that little red string back the other way and lock it it into place. You can't reach the string anymore in its new position? Never fear, look a trusty umbrella. Stretch way up, yup that outta do it.
But whoops, at some point you have to leave again. That door is so easy to put up and down that it won't stay all the way up, instead it comes down little, by little, by little throughout the course of about 10 seconds. How are you supposed to get your car out of that? Well, just push it up and then run over real quick and pull that little red string the other way to lock it in place. What? The red string is hanging directly over the middle of your car now and you can't reach it? Well get yourself that trusty umbella again and open up your back car door; now run to the gargage door, push it all the way up, run back to the car, grab that umbrella, stand on the back seat, stretch waaay over the car, push the lock into place with the umbrella. Viola! Wait, how do you close it again?
If you think the gay marriage issue doesn't affect you,
Martin Niemoller said it best:
When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.
When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.
When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.
When they came for the Jews,
I remained silent;
I was not a Jew.
When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.
This is not a moral issue. This is not a social issue. This is a CIVIL RIGHTS issue. I'm not gay, hell I don't even live in California, but I'm not going to remain silent while they come for someone else.
Monday, October 27, 2008
So, this may sound slightly selfish but I would totally be willing to give up Will Smith's existence if they would just stop showing re-runs of The Fresh Prince of Bel Air.
One thing that annoys me more than The Fresh Prince of Bel Air is that lately every person that I run into that I haven't seen for a few years keeps telling me I haven't changed AT ALL. Don't get me wrong, I don't care that I haven't changed, but what they really mean is that I am still blunt and sarcastic. Which, again, I don't care, but WHY are they saying this. What do I do that prompts people to go, "Oops, still a bitch."
Sometimes I say something that prompts my nearest friend's eyes to pop wide open in disbelief and I'm like, "WHAT DID I SAY?" I mean, what kind of world do we live in that people are so blatantly shocked at a little damn honesty? Here's a recent example:
Setting: a friend of a friend's party for a friend's fiance. (heh)
Amenities: a pony keg, cheese ball and some brownies.
Status: not nearly drunk enough to be having fun.
Friend: So, what is
Me: Probably something more fun than this.
Everyone in the room: *crickets*
I mean really. The host and hostess weren't in the room. I don't think I'm destined to be understood in my time.
1. Get in HUGE trouble that was totally worth it.
2. Be a make-out slut.
3. Make sure that at some point your parents hate your clothes, hair color, make-up and the number of body piercings you have.
4. Eat dinner with your family every night possible.
5. Do everything you are invited to do except anything destined to get you arrested, pregnant, infected with an STD or seriously injured.
6. Spend money on things you want but don't need.
7. Wear clothing, make-up and jewelry you aren't quite sure you can't pull off.
8. Sleep embarrassingly late.
9. Learn to ignore the words "normal" and "perfect."
10. Waste time.
Monday, January 21, 2008
"You know, it's wierd how you still love the person, you just stop needing them the way you used to."
That is why it has been a long time since I've written, and why it may be a long time before I write again.