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  • Some dude from American Idol (I don’t watch any of that crap, and
    therefore don’t know the idiot’s name) was on one of the morning news
    programs this morning.  I wasn’t watching that either - I was
    listening as Hubby watched it in the next room.

    So, apparently this idiot has come out and said that he and Paula Abdul
    were sleeping together while he was on the show.  And the news
    anchor asked him why he was doing this:

    “Are you doing this for the publicity?”

    “No, I am doing this so I can have a career.”

    Um.

    Dude.

    Are you a COMPLETE idiot?  Publicity = career when you are in the entertainment field.

    Stupid.  El stupido.  Mr. Huge Jackass.

    And we wonder why the rest of the world laughs at those of us in the US.

    Hey, rest of the world?  I promise, not all US citizens are this stupid.  Really, I mean it!!

  • All the stitches are out, and things are slowly returning to
    normal.  I am still having a bit of
    trouble sitting for long periods of time, but every day gets just a little
    better. 

    Hubby has been a saint with helping me.  Let’s just say that he really took that “in
    sickness and in health” vow very seriously. 
    I am one lucky girl. 

    Things have been very busy here at work too, and I am very
    thankful for that.  Although some days I
    feel like hiding under my desk because things are just a little TOO busy, if
    you know what I mean.  

    I went to a Local County Bar meeting today - it was
    good.  Got to see several attorneys that
    I know and socialize a bit.  I enjoyed it
    immensely.  Some days I forget just how
    much I need social interaction.  It is
    weird to be sitting here in my office all by myself - I’ve never had to work
    all alone before.  It is a little strange
    and a little sad some days.  (Make no
    mistake though, generally I do love it.) 

    Every time I have to go somewhere down here, I am thankful
    for my office.  The location is perfect -
    I can walk to the County Courthouse
    and also to the Federal Courthouse without any difficulty.  And the weather here has been gorgeous!  So, I’ve been getting out and walking to all
    of my appointments - it is good! 

    Hmmm…well, there isn’t much else going on around here right
    now…I guess I could do some actual work instead of blogging.  I do have research I should do.  Or I could just surf a bit…after all, I have
    worked hard today.

  • Warning - too much medical info and gross stuff follows: 

    I made it through the surgery.  It wasn’t bad, actually.  They did a local anesthetic with sedation, so
    I was awake through the whole process, and chatting with the anesthesiologist.  I had to curb my curious instincts, when I
    heard the Doctor say “ah! There it is!” I really wanted to ask “What?  What did you find? And can I see it?”  I am one of those really weird people who
    feel like they have to look at scars, scabs, etc, just to see what was
    there.  I know - too gross, but I really
    wanted to see what they found. 

    So, as I was lying there in the recovery room, chatting with
    Hubby, the doctor comes in and says that the pilonidal sinuses they found were
    larger than expected, and therefore the incision is larger than expected, and
    they have stitched a fairly large roll of gauze to me, in order to protect the
    incision site, that I shouldn’t take a shower or get it wet in any way for about
    a week, and that I couldn’t sleep on my back until said bandage was removed.. 

    Yes, that’s right. 
    THEY STITCHED A BANDAGE TO MY ASS. 
    A roll of gauze about the diameter of a roll of nickels, according to Hubby.  Stitched to me.  Ugh. 
    More on this wonderful thing later. 

    I spent the first couple of days lying on my stomach on the
    couch or in the bed, mostly sleeping. 
    Come Monday, I was bored and found I was able to sit up in a chair for
    short periods of time.  I played a few
    video games. 

    I’d been taking sponge baths and washing my hair in the
    sink, but that is just not the same as taking a shower.  And I LOVE my showers.  In the Summer I take several showers a day.  On the days when I work out, I take 2 showers
    a day.  I hate HATE hate being dirty.
    More than you can possibly know.  And by
    Monday I felt grimy and my skin had started itching, in spite of the sponge
    baths. 

    I called the Doctor’s office, and was given a Wednesday
    appointment to get the sutures removed. 
    (Yesterday.) 

    Tuesday I came back to work, and found that I was unable to
    sit in my office chair for extended periods of time, because it was extremely
    painful.  Strangely enough, it felt like something
    was pulling on my gluteal muscles.  Hmmmm…could
    it be those damn sutures holding the roll of gauze to my wound site?  Why yes. 
    In talking to Hubby, he asked “Doesn’t that hurt?  It looks like it is stitched on there pretty
    tight.”  Well yes, thanks for asking -
    sitting up hurts like a son of a bitch. 

    Yesterday, I managed to make it through my morning.  Thank goodness for pain pills.  Yes, they make me loopy, but they also dull
    the pain. 

    Yesterday afternoon Hubby and I went to the Doctor.  Is that weird - taking Hubby with me?  He did come into the exam room with me
    also.  My mom thinks that is weird.  But I figure, since I cannot see the incision
    site, that someone should be able to look at it and discuss it with the
    Doctor.  Plus, I just like to have Hubby
    there. 

    So, the damned stitches attaching the roll o’ gauze were
    snipped and the Doctor inspected the incision site.  Said everything looked good, and that I was
    to come back in another week to have the sutures removed.  Silly me, I thought my only stitches were
    those on the bandage.  Not so.  Hubby says I have a really long scar on my
    tailbone now.  After the Doctor
    appointment, I was really tired and even though I had intended to go home and
    immediately shower, I ended up falling asleep. 

    But I did get to have a wonderful shower this morning…washed
    my hair, scrubbed my back, etc etc.  

    Now, I am sitting here at work, trying to do stuff, and
    finding that my tailbone still hurts.  Not
    as much, but it does still hurt.  And all
    I really want to do this afternoon is go home and lay on my stomach on the
    couch. 

    *sigh* 

    At least that damn bandage is gone.

  • Hubby and I were sitting in the computer room last night,
    playing computer games (“Same thing we do every night, Pinky!”) when Hubby
    heard this very strange noise.  The
    little white dog was not in the computer room with us, and so he immediately
    figured she was doing something weird. 
    She wasn’t - she was chewing on the large plastic bone.  I figured her enthusiastic chewing was the
    cause of said strange noise.  (It kind of
    sounded like she was chewing on the table legs, but the noise wasn’t constant. 

    This morning Hubby went upstairs to begin his morning
    routine and found a dead refrigerator. 
    Yep, lucky us, the fridge was the thing making that chewing/grinding
    noise.  Loads of food slowly defrosting…water
    all over the floor.  Not a good scene. 

    We tried to salvage some of the food.  It is presently sitting in a cooler in the bathroom
    with the last bit of ice from the freezer. 
    Will any of it be fit for consumption after today?  No clue. 
    I’d guess probably not. 

    So, what did we do? 
    We spent our lunch hour at the local Lowe’s looking at
    refrigerators.  Hubby had called around
    and they had the best prices by far, so that is where we went.  Found one, too.  I love it. 
    So sleek and shiny and pretty. 
    (Who the hell gets excited about a refrigerator?  Geez. 
    I need to get a life.)  It is a
    really nice Maytag, freezer on bottom, French-door style model.  Filtered water in the fridge, ice maker, a
    large, flat “deli-drawer,” pull-out wire drawers in the freezer, and TWO fruit
    and veggie drawers.  A shelf that can be
    adjusted for height with a crank on the front of said shelf.  Oh, it is a very nice fridge.  25 cubic feet!!  Yes, I know it is just the two of us, but we
    really NEED this big fridge.  Plus the
    smaller one didn’t have all the cool features. 

    Ok, geeking out over the fridge here.  Must get a grip! 

    Yes, it is a very expensive fridge.  But (as L’oreal says) I’m worth it.  Or at least my food is worth it.  *grin*

  • (sung to the tune of “I feel pretty…”)

    I feel Random, oh so Random…

    Yes, sinus medication is a good good thing.  I had a sinus headache, and now I have that
    floaty, medicine-head feeling. 
    Ahhhh. 

    At least the headache is gone.

    Did I tell you that I used to live in this area many many
    years ago?  Well, I did.  I lived here for a whole entire summer with
    my father back in the early 1980s.  I’ve
    driven by the house where he used to live - still looks pretty much the same.

    Isn’t it amazing how the mind works?  I was driving to work this morning (listening
    to Cher [crap music, I know, so sue me]), and I was driving kind of near where
    my Dad used to live, and all of a sudden I started thinking about that summer
    that I spent living here with my Dad, Stepmom and Sister.

    The first day that I arrived here my Dad and I were at a
    convenience store, and he pointed out a guy to me.

    “Whatever you do this summer, I expressly forbid you to hang
    around that guy there.”

    “Which guy, Dad?”

    “The one in the sunglasses.”

    "Okay Dad.”

    Little did Dad know that explicitly forbidding me from doing
    anything was the absolutely wrong move. 
    You do NOT under ANY circumstances forbid a pre-teen from hanging out
    with the neighborhood bad boy. 
    Especially a rebellious and somewhat disturbed pre-teen like me.

    When I asked which guy it was because I wanted to make sure
    I had my sights set on the right guy - he was standing there with 3 other guys,
    you see.

    It turned out that Bad Boy lived one block over from my
    Dad’s house.  And yes, I spent the summer
    hanging out with him, holding hands and walking around the neighborhood.  Dad found out about it of course, but not
    until near the very end of the summer. 
    He was angry with me, but it is a little bit difficult for a father’s
    anger to have much impact when I knew I was going back to So Cal in just a
    couple of weeks.  (Of course, he told my
    Mom about the situation, and I was grounded when I got home too, and that
    sucked, but whatever.)

    So, I was wondering this morning…what WAS that guy’s
    name?  And I wonder if he still lives up
    here?

    Hmmm…not that I’d look him up or anything.  Just a random thought drifting through my
    brain, a random curiosity.

    I should be working right now.  But it is a little hard to focus.

    I’ve got lawsuit papers to draft.  Must get it done.  But what I really want is a nap.  And some chocolate.

    I’m going in for minor surgery on Friday.  Ick. 
    Thankfully they are going to be able to do this with just a local
    anesthetic with sedation.  I HATE general
    anesthetic.  It makes me ill.  

    The surgery itself is to correct a problem on my tailbone.  Trust me, you don’t want the details.  I am glad I am having it done on a Friday, and
    I expect to spend the weekend lying on my stomach either on the couch or in
    bed.  Oooo - big fun.  Thankfully I have plenty of trashy books to
    read.  (I loves me some brain candy!!)

    Ok, gonna go try and work.

  • Fecking telemarketers.

    Why do they think it is alright to call my office in the middle of the
    day and try to sell me crap?  I am too busy for this shit. 

    Can you blame me for hanging up on them?

    Grrr...

  • So now the Pope is gravely ill.

    You know what I'd REALLY like to see (because I am a very evil
    person)?  I'd like to see the Pope enter a coma (read: persistent
    vegetative state) and remain that way for about 10 years.

    Seems only right, considering the religious world's actions and statements in the Schiavo case.

  • Schiavo Dies 13 Days After Tube Removed

    Finally!  (Heartless?  Maybe.  But the right-to-die of
    one single person is not as earth-shattering as the media would have
    you believe.)

    Now, can we please get back to being concerned about the really
    important things - like the fact that we have a war criminal for a
    president, that people are dying everyday in Iraq, that people are
    starving here in the US and all around the world, that hate still rules
    much of the world and fuels most people's perceptions, etc etc.

    Can someone please stop this planet?  I'd really like to get off.

  • Tyche has given us another Truth or
    Dare challenge.  This time I sucked it up and asked for a
    Dare.  And I love what Tyche has asked me to do...

    CaliGrrrl - Dare. 
    The next time you're in a public place - on the bus, at the mall - do a
    little people-watching.  Select someone and by observing them, try to
    figure out where they're going, what their mission is, perhaps what
    they do for a living.  Maybe they have theatre tickets in their
    pocket.  Maybe they're holding flowers.  Write an entry on this person
    - what they're doing and what will happen next.

    I was in the local Recorder’s office here yesterday.  The Recorder’s office issues marriage
    licenses, in addition to maintaining all property records for the county.  The office is a long rectangle, with a very
    long counter, about 4 1/2 feet high.  The
    employees at the Recorder’s office are all very nice.  Good, patient people - the kind of people
    that make living in the county so enjoyable.

    One thing about North Idaho is that
    it appears to be the marriage capital of the Inland Northwest.  It is about as easy to get married here as it
    is to get married in Las Vegas.  Complete a simple form, present ID at the Recorder’s
    office, and bam! you have your marriage license. 

    Some days the Recorder’s office is very crowded, other days
    I am the only customer in there. 
    Yesterday there were four people besides me in the office.  One was another attorney, one was from a
    title company (you can tell because we are all greeted by name by the Recorder
    employees) and the other was an older couple getting a marriage license.

    I know it was a marriage license because I overheard Donna
    explaining how the licensing process works (“You keep this copy, it is suitable
    for framing, and give this one to the person performing the ceremony…”)

    The man and woman looked to be in their late 50s or early
    60s.  He was about 5’9” and she about 5’4”,
    both wearing casual clothes.  (A
    cream-colored sweater for him, and a black floral print blouse for her - I didn’t
    notice their trousers.)  What I did
    notice was how close they stood together. 
    He was leaning with his left side against the counter, which she stood
    facing the counter, snuggled up to his chest. 
    His right arm was around her shoulders, and he held her left hand with
    his left hand, their linked hands resting on the counter.  He looked very protective of her and very
    tender at the same time.  She seemed so
    content there, leaning against him.  And
    she giggled like an 8th grader when Diane mentioned that their certificate
    could be framed.

    They kept smiling up at each other as the paperwork was
    processed.

    It got me to wondering…were they here alone?  Did they live in Idaho
    or in Washington?

    And here is what I think:

    For the sake of convenience, we will call them John and
    Elaine.

    They are both from Washington,
    they’ve lived in the Spokane area
    all their lives, but met each other about 8 months ago at a dance class -
    Ballroom Dancing - offered by the local community college, adult education
    department.  They hit it off right away,
    enjoyed dancing with each other, and after that first class they went for a cup
    of coffee.  They’ve rarely been apart
    since.

    They have kids from prior marriages - he’s got one son who
    lives in Seattle; she’s got three kids, two daughters, one son, all of whom
    live in Spokane.  He’s divorced, she’s a
    widow.  Their kids are grown, and have
    children of their own.  Elaine’s kids are
    vehemently opposed to the marriage - they think she’s moving too fast.  John’s son doesn’t really care much, since he
    lives in Seattle and has his own
    life and concerns - he rarely gets back here to visit.

    John and Elaine figured they could dash across the border to
    Idaho and get a “quickie marriage”
    at a local wedding chapel, then Elaine’s kids wouldn’t really have much further
    chance to interfere.  They are nervous
    but very excited, and also very much in love.

    After the wedding ceremony, they plan to have an early dinner
    at the Resort here, an unaccustomed luxury, since they don’t get over here that
    often, and dinner at the Resort is expensive, and best saved for special
    occasions.

    They will have a table near the window at which to eat their
    dinner, and get to look out over the lake while they eat.  The weather has cooperated, and the sun is shining
    even though it is cold, so the view will be gorgeous.  At dinner they will feel very giddy and
    decide to splurge on a bottle of champagne. 
    Elaine will giggle throughout dinner, looking at her new husband with
    all the love she feels shining from her eyes.

    After dinner they head back to Spokane,
    and will spend the night at John’s house. 
    The next day they will begin the process of moving some of Elaine’s
    things over to John’s place, and they have decided to use Elaine’s house as a
    rental.  They have decided to invite all
    of Elaine’s kids over to her house for Easter Brunch, and they will make their
    announcement to her kids at that time.

    Now…it is your turn…

    Do Elaine’s kids accept the marriage?  Or do they continue to oppose the
    relationship, and cause a huge rift with their mother?

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    I just found out that one of the attorneys I am familiar with in
    Spokane WA has been suspended for two years.  (I've never met Uche
    Umuolo, but we participate in some of the same volunteer programs, and
    he was prior counsel on of my current cases, so I always think of him
    on a first-name basis.)

    Here's a news article about it:

    http://www.spokesmanreview.com/tools/story_pf.asp?ID=59144

    While several things about the news article concern me, and I'll get to
    those in a minute, I am also VERY concerned about the harshness of the
    punishment as compared to the conduct at issue.  A two year
    suspension for holding on to $550???  And, undoubtedly, Uche
    returned that money when his error was pointed out to him.

    The "cultural differences" thing - I am not so sure of that.  In
    fact, it kind of offends me.  Why do we assume that someone from
    Nigeria has less of an understanding of business requirements and how
    to handle money.  Seems to me that this is perpetuating a
    stereotype.  I know several white attorneys here in the US, born
    and raised here, who have very little business acumen, and who have
    trouble balancing their own personal checkbooks, let alone handling the
    accounting for a law office.

    And this: "Mr. Umuolo does not rank as one of the top lawyers who have
    ever appeared before me, based on legal ability..."  We, as
    attorneys, are required to perform our duties at a certain level of
    professionalism.  If Uche isn't reaching that level, then that is
    a concern for all attorneys.  

    Yes, Uche gave selflessly of his time to the indigent of Spokane
    County.  He is a wonderful human being, that I must admit. 
    And I believe that he has been treated unfairly given the scope of his
    infraction.

    The mentoring thing?  Humph.  Most of us new, young, sole
    practitioners find it hard to get any significant help from any of the
    older attorneys...when we do call for help, we are often stuck
    listening to someone reminiscing about their days as a young
    lawyer.  Don't get me wrong, I love to hear those stories. 
    But please, PLEASE, PLEASE...if we call with a specific question, don't
    you think you could simply help us out, there, o' venerable one? 
    I, for one, have had some really good support from local attorneys, at
    least in general.  But when I've called with specific questions
    (which has been twice) the attorneys in question acted like I was
    imposing on them in a very significant way.  This AFTER they had
    offered to allow me to call them anytime, if I needed help or had
    questions.

    So, what do we do?

    Because I know I struggle daily with making sure things are done just
    right.  Not only in my accounting and other administrative stuff,
    but also in the procedural stuff that takes time to learn, etc.  

    Do we need to rethink the legal education process?  Make it more
    like medical school?  Where new attorneys spend several years
    after law school working as interns in law firms?  Might not be a
    bad idea.