Thursday, December 22, 2005
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From Congressman John Dingell, (D) MI, by way of Gordon at Alternate Brain:
Dingell’s HOLIDAY Jingle for O’Reilly and House GOP
Washington, DC - Congressman John D. Dingell (MI-15) recited the following poem on the floor of the US House of Representatives concerning House Resolution 579, which expressed the sense of the House of Representatives that the symbols and traditions of Christmas should be protected. “Preserving Christmas” has been a frequent topic for conservative talk show hosts, including Fox News’s Bill O’Reilly:
‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through the House
No bills were passed ‘bout which Fox News could grouse;
Tax cuts for the wealthy were passed with great cheer,
So vacations in St. Barts soon would be near;
Katrina kids were nestled all snug in motel beds,
While visions of school and home danced in their heads;
In Iraq our soldiers needed supplies and a plan,
Plus nuclear weapons were being built in Iran;
Gas prices shot up, consumer confidence fell;
Americans feared we were on a fast track to…well…
Wait--- we need a distraction--- something divisive and wily;
A fabrication straight from the mouth of O’Reilly
We can pretend that Christmas is under attack
Hold a vote to save it--- then pat ourselves on the back;
Silent Night, First Noel, Away in the Manger
Wake up Congress, they’re in no danger!
This time of year we see Christmas every where we go,
From churches, to homes, to schools, and yes…even Costco;
What we have is an attempt to divide and destroy,
When this is the season to unite us with joy
At Christmas time we’re taught to unite,
We don’t need a made-up reason to fight
So on O’Reilly, on Hannity, on Coulter, and those right wing blogs;
You should just sit back, relax…have a few egg nogs!
‘Tis the holiday season: enjoy it a pinch
With all our real problems, do we honestly need another Grinch?
So to my friends and my colleagues I say with delight,
A merry Christmas to all,
and to Bill O’Reilly…Happy Holidays.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Friday, December 02, 2005
The state of Illinois requires pharmacies that dispense contraceptives approved by the Food and Drug Administration to fill prescriptions for emergency birth control, commonly called the "morning after" pill. But four Walgreens pharmacists in the St. Louis area have refused to fill the prescriptions, saying they're exercising their religious or moral objections. Walgreens responded by putting the four on unpaid leave. So far, six other pharmacists have sued over the rule imposed in April, contending it forces them to violate their religious beliefs. Many of the suits were filed by Americans United for Life, a public-interest law firm in Chicago. The state could revoke the license of both a pharmacy and the store's chief pharmacist if they don't comply with the regulation.
Fucking Walgreens rocks! And apparently so do the laws in Illinois. I mean really, how freaking awesome is that? Of course who knows what the hell will happen with the lawsuit, but seriously -- if you don't want to hand out what has been legally prescribed then don't be a fucking pharmacist. I really don't understand where the fuck these guys get off (and excuse me, but if I had to fathom a guess, my guess is they are all men, and white men at that). In the words of John at AmericaBlog, "I already have a priest, and he doesn't work at Target." (11/14/05). Or Walgreens, as the case may be. OK -- I don't have a priest, but I do have a doctor. And if she prescribes something for me, these guys fucking JOB is to give it to me. If they can't manage to do that because they have some moral objection, then find another fucking career. Because if pharmacists get to decide what drugs people were allowed to have, they aren't pharmacists anymore -- they're doctors. And most people generally prefer that their doctors went to, oh I don't know, medical school? I would love to just bitch-slap one of these guys. But at least Walgreens gets it. Go Walgreens.
The speaker of the Indiana House of Representatives is barred from mentioning Jesus Christ or endorsing any religion in prayers at the beginning of legislative sessions. While U.S. District Judge David Hamilton didn't ban prayers completely, he ended a 188-year tradition when he ordered that any person chosen to give the invocation must be instructed that it must not advance one faith or be used to convert listeners. The American Civil Liberties Union sued the state, contending the prayers overwhelmingly promoted Christian values to the exclusion of other beliefs.
I swear, I want to go to Indiana and shake Judge Hamilton's hand. Because the ACLU was right. And its about time someone started recognizing it and started treating Christianity, and Christians, just like everybody fucking else. Maybe if enough people do this, Christians will start to recognize that their religion and their beliefs do not make them almighty. Maybe they will realize that freedom of religion doesn't mean they are free to push their religion on the rest of us. Thank you Judge Hamilton. Let's just hope the judges on the Court of Appeals share your good sense.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
That's right folks -- the good 'ole land of the free has just been surpassed when it comes to equal rights for its citizens by that former bastion of apartheid and all things unequal, South Africa.
OK, granted, South Africa has what could perhaps be called the most liberal constitution in the world -- banning discrimination based on sexual orientation when no other constitution in the world does, for example -- but that doesn't negate the fact that people, gay people anyway, will be more free there than they will ever be here.
Less than a week ago, South Africa's high court, in an 11-1 decision, announced that the country's ban on gay marriage violates their constitution. The South African parliament has one year to amend its marriage laws. What if they say screw you to the court? Doesn't matter. If parliament fails to act, the legal definition of marriage will change automatically at the expiration of the one year deadline. That means that one year from today, if not sooner, South Africa will become the first country in Africa, and the fifth around the world, to legalize gay marriage.
My question is simply -- what the hell is wrong with our country? Everyone likes to throw around words like "freedom" and "equality", but no one really seems to understand what those words mean. Not only do we not provide for gay marriage on a federal level, we actually have the Defense of Marriage Act (signed by Clinton of all people). What the fuck is up with that? We might as well be living in the stone age. And not only on the gay marriage issue, but others too -- one issue that particularly comes to mind is the death penalty. At least we are still part of the majority on the gay marriage issue (that doesn't make our position right, but it makes sure we don't look like total extremists either). With the death penalty, we are only one of three democracies in the world that have the death penalty and 97% of all executions are carried out in four countries -- us, China, Vietnam and Iran. Nice bunch, wouldn't ya say? My gravest concern is that what has happened in Spain, and Belgium, and now South Africa, will spread around the world and country after country will realize the error of their ways. And there we will be, still banning gay marriage, sitting on the sidelines with our legalized death friends.
Thinking about all of this, more and more I wonder if perhaps my thoughts of leaving the country and returning to the motherland following the 2004 elections should not have been so hastily thrown aside. Excuse me while I go call the consulate.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
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“Somebody....Please tell me...Why in God's name do we hold Mary Mapes and Dan Rather to a higher standard than the President of the United States?” (Thanks to This Is What I Think)
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“I already have a priest, and he doesn't work at Target, thank you.” (Thanks to AmericaBlog)
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“A child will sit and mope when they don't get their way. The religious right will send up an order to General Republican Jesus to take you out.” Thanks to Am I Patriotic)
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“Then there's her criticism of your Bridge to Nowhere. Doesn't she understand that the less than 50 residents of Gravina Island are special Americans.” (Thanks to Jesus’ General)
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Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Now all of this may not amount to an actual curse, but as a citizen of the US, I plan to respectfully ask Mr. President to go out stumping for some more of his fellow Republicans. Look at it this way -- in New York City, a hot bed of liberal ideology a.k.a. the heart of the blue states, the Republican Michael Bloomberg was re-elected (and won by more than 20 points)...and he neither played dirty, nor did he have Bush out stumping in the greatest city on earth. OK - Bloomberg spent a small fortune to
Monday, November 07, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
But wait -- what does this mean? What's the lunatic (for those who are new here, I mean Bush) going to do next? Try to appease his uber-religious-right/neo-con base? (You know the ones -- the ones who all of a sudden don't think perjury is a real crime...even though it was real enough to impeach Clinton). Or will Bush do the smart thing and pick a moderate that will make his whole party happy? Never mind - I just answered my own question -- Bush and smart just don't mix. Which means all us moderates out there (yes, I'm a moderate, fiscally anyway) are going to have to band together to keep the lunatic from ruining our country with an uber-conservative pick for the next justice. Really, if Bush or whoever it is that is advising him these days (I imagine that Rove and the VP have their minds on other things...can you say indictments) really want to help this country (yeah right) they should just ask Sandra Day stay for the season, so to speak, and worry about a replacement after the Court's fall session is over. I somehow doubt that will happen, but one can always hope. Besides, if
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
I went to another exciting ICLE class last night (see 'Day 6' on "9 Days Gone" for more details) – this time to sit through what I thought would be a three hour lecture on “Professional Responsibility” (aka Ethics). I generally do not look forward to these damn things, but I was especially uninterested in this class – not because I don’t believe in being ethical, but because I’ve already sat through 7 hours of ethics lectures in the last few months, and its starts to get a little repetitive after about the first hour. Anyway – lucky me – it wasn’t a three hour lecture I had to attend last night…it as only part lecture; the rest was a video! That’s right – a video…little role playing vignettes followed by discussion of the vignettes with regard to the NJ ethics rules. ICLE classes are bad enough when real people are talking, but on video…Zzzzzzzzzzzz…
My point is that this was the ethics lecture. And ethics are (sorry to say) boring enough without having to stay awake through a boring ass video. And considering how important ethics are (esp. for lawyers, given that our rep already sux as it is), you’d think the good ole’ NJ Bar powers-that-be would try to make it a little interesting; you’d think they’d want people to at least stay awake . But, I was there, and looking around I saw people sleeping, reading novels, zoning out, nodding off, etc. – everything except actually paying attention. And considering that NJ lawyers NEVER have to take another ethics class as long as they live, that’s more than a little scary. Half the people in this class have no idea what’s going on because they're in la-la land and the other half will forget because they never have to take a refresher course. Now some states do require refresher courses (like NY which requires 3 hours of ethics every 2 years, thus my recent experience with ethics classes) – but not NJ. Nope – NJ just makes you watch a dreadfully boring video and hopes for the best when it comes to professionally responsible and ethical lawyering in their state. What a fucking waste of time. No wonder lawyers have such a bad rep! Our clients listen to everything we say (or so says the video vignette), but we, as a group anyway, don’t listen to shit. Instead we use our ethics class as naptime (or at least some do). It made me (who was not fucking sleeping) want to stand up in the lecture hall and scream, “Wake up assholes – this is my rep on the line too!” I didn’t, but I really wanted to. Then again, maybe I’ll get the chance again tonight – that’s right – another fun and exciting ICLE ethics session featuring the NJ Bar Players in…. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Friday, October 21, 2005
But that doesn’t mean I won’t give them a piece of my mind when I think it is due. And right about now I think someone should stand up to “them.” I understand their wanting a proper memorial for their loved ones. I really do. But “they” seem to be forgetting that “they” are not the only people in America to have lost their loved ones in a senseless tragedy. And their loss does not give them the right to dictate what is done with that very large piece of real estate in land starved Manhattan. It’s getting ridiculous. Seriously. If you don’t follow the drama of the rebuilding, its long and convoluted, but here’s a quick snippet: the families of the victims have put their two cents in at every step in this process. At this point, nothing has been finalized, because every time it gets close to being finalized, the families find something else wrong. If its not one thing, its another. They got the biggest press though, I think, when they decided that they didn’t want the International Freedom Center on the site. “They” didn’t want it there so it got the boot. (Doesn't any one besides me see how fucked up it is that the International Freedom Center got thrown out of rebuilding a site of a terror attack?) Going back to the beginning, there were some who wanted to leave the site an open wound, to remind everyone of the horror. But what has set me off is their latest bitch – apparently, “they” have now decided that there should not be a PATH train at the site. Don’t ask me why. Probably something to do with honor or some other fucking thing. But come on – no PATH? How the fuck are people supposed to get to work? Walk across the river, you fuckers? Really, their demands are getting out of hand.
So, enough already. It’s time that everyone stopped cow-towing to the families of victims. Yes, they suffered loss. Yes, they suffered tragedy. But they are not the only people to do so. What makes the lives of their loved ones more important that the lives of other people’s loved ones who also died in senseless tragedies? How is it that they get to dictate what happens to a particular piece of land? A piece of land, I might add, that they neither own nor are making any financial contribution towards. They just complain. Complain about the location of the building – its in the footprint. Complain about the Freedom Center -- we don’t want people to think about anything but our families members. Complain about the PATH train – (I got nothing on this one). And while they complain the City is struggling through a financial crisis of epic proportions. A large, and lucrative (for the owner, yes, but also for the City) parcel of land is going unused. Thousands remain out of work; business has fled to Jersey because there isn’t any where else for them to go. At this rate, if people do not stop all this bullshit, nothing will ever get built there. But perhaps that is the point.
Maybe this is brutal. Maybe I’m a total fucking bitch. But you know what, I really don’t give a fuck. There is no rule or law that says anyone has to listen to these people. People are listening because they don’t want to look like assholes. Well, I’m not afraid. I’ve had enough. First, rich bitches complained they were only getting $1 mil from the government and they would have to move out of their mansions. Boo fucking hoo…ever heard of life insurance? Now, they want to decide what happens to the WTC site; they want to decide how everyone else has to commute, and work, and whatever the fuck else they come up with. Well if no one else has the guts to say it, I do. I say no more. People are victims and die senselessly every single day. Their families don’t get to rule over the scene of the accident like kings. And there’s no reason why these families should be treated any different. You don’t hear the police department bitching, or the fire department bitching (other than a few concerns about safety – which makes a lot more sense than not wanting a Freedom Center). If they were, perhaps that I would understand – those men and women were the true heroes of that day and they deserve a fitting and profound memorial. But I don’t get why the lives of “the families” loved ones are so much more important than the life of a child who dies from being shot by a stray bullet during a gang fight, or the father who dies coming home from work when some drunk asshole runs a red light; or the mother who dies when her abusive husband beats the shit out of her. People die senselessly every single day. But for those who are still living, life has to go on. We still have to eat, and sleep and love. We still need to work. And commute. And talk. And think. And argue. And politic. And everything else. And if these “families” can’t understand that nearly four years after the horrors of that day, well then tough shit. Because life goes marching on whether you want it to or not. So, enough already. Let them build.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
OK - so this other lawyer was supposed to serve us with papers today in response to papers we served him weeks ago. And then we were supposed to respond back by Monday. I planned my whole week & all of next week around this stupid thing. I have plans for dinner with a friend I haven't seen in ages; plans to participate in this really awesone pro bono program; plans. I actually made plans. What the hell was I thinking? So here we are - 30 minutes before the court closes & the guy actually calls to ask for an extension. Um - hello - what if we say no -- does he have the papers ready to go? And if he has them ready -- why does he need more time? And why the fuck didn't he ask us yesterday? Could it be he was enjoying a federal holiday while suckers like me worked our butts off? Of course I'm still just a lowly junior associate so I have no control and don't get to make the decision....I just have to track down the partner (in court!) and the client (who doesn't seem to want to return my calls) and then let this other guy know what we think. Oh - and - the other (junior) partner on the case (who is leaving the firm!) doesn't seem to think that any of this is a big deal. But what the fuck does she care - she's leaving. All she has to do is cash out her partnership shares and give away her work (to suckers like me). But I get to sit around and wait - wait for the senior partner to call me back, wait for the client to call me back, wait and see if all my plans for next week are about to go south. DAMMIT! If it was up to me, this asshole would be SOL -- none of this last minute bullshit. If he wanted extra time, he should have asked in advance . If it were up to me, I'd tell him to take a long walk off a short pier because fuck that -- I am not giving up my whole week becaue this guy is a slacker. But its not up to me. Welcome to my life.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
It would be awesome if the all-nighter was the result of a crazy night out or even a crazy night in, but, alas, it was not. No such luck for stina. No, I got to pull an all-nighter so I could draft an opposition brief. Doesn't that sound like fun, children? OK - I admit it - except for the not sleeping part, it actually was kind of fun. (Well, maybe "fun" isn't exactly the right word, but I haven't slept since 9:00AM yesterday and I'm running on pure caffeine so my vocab may not be up to snuff. OK? ) Anywho -- I was granted the privilege of losing all hopes of sleep to draft this brief, for work, and the sad part is I didn't mind it all that much. Well, while I was doing it, it kinda sucked (especially when DH went up to bed and I ran out of coffee and didn't want to go out in the torrential rain to get more), but overall, it wasn't so bad. Holy shit - did I just say that? Who am I? Especially since this was the first time I've had to work past 9PM and only the second weekend day I've had to work since starting my new job (somewhere on this damn blog is an entry about that, but I am way to tired and fuzzy headed to find it and put a link here). My point, as sleep-deprived and poorly thought out as it may be, is that although I've billed more than 20 hours since yesterday morning, the whole experience was not too terrible. At least they (the powers that be at my new firm) trust me enough to actually draft a brief (not like my last firm where I was lucky they even let me use a computer -- I swear, that place really must have thought I was gonna run with scissors or something, because they didn't let me do squat). But like I was saying, it wasn't too bad -- I got to do some pretty interesting research and writing, scored some major brownie points with the firm's managing partner (who, by the way, I was doing this work for), and above all, I get to feel like I didn't waste the disgusting amount of money I spent getting my J.D. Does this mean I'm a grown up now, because I don't really want to be.
This does not mean I am looking forward to any more of these. But they're not as bad as I remember, and so long as I have a stockpile of coffee, I'll survive, which is a good thing because its possible I'll be doing it again on Wednesday for a different brief. Fucking courts with their fucking deadlines!
Now that I have dutifully managed to ramble on about nothing in particular, and keep to my self-imposed rule of blogging at least once a week, even if I have nothing really to say (i.e. see my last entry, which was kinda cheating, but due to a technology malfunction beyond my control, or understanding, I lost a entry I was working on that was so freaking awesome, you would not believe it), I bid you all good night. Come on, that was fun, wasn't it?
Monday, October 03, 2005
Books I've Read, Re-read, or Gave Up on in 2005 -- as of 12/31/2005
Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons by Lorna Landvik
Milk Glass Moon by Adriana Trigiani
Big Cherry Holler by Adriana Trigiani
Big Stone Gap by Adriana Trigiani
Matilda by Roald Dahl
Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins
Crossing the Line by Lauren Baratz-Logstead
The Thin Pink Line by Lauren Baratz-Logstead
The Magic Circle by Katherine Neville
All Over Creation by Ruth Ozeki
Where is Joe Merchant by Jimmy Buffet
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J.K. Rowling
Ellen Foster by Kaye Gibbons
Neurotica by Sue Margolis
The Playboy by Carly Phillips
The Dominant Blonde by Alisa Kwitney
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Kidd
The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin & Nicola Kraus
Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys
The Five People You Meet In Heaven by Mitch Albom
The Invisibles by Grant Morrison
Shopaholic Takes Manhattan by Sophie Kinsella
The Pilot's Wife by Anita Shreve
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells
Angels and Demons by Dan Brown
Outer Banks by Anne Rivers Siddons
Little Altars Everywhere by Rebecca Wells
From a Buick 8 by Stephen King
Was It Something I Said by Valerie Block
Seventh Son by Orson Scott Card
White Oleander by Janet Fitch
Catch Me If You Can by Frank W. Abagnale with Stan Redding
Nights in Rodanthe by Nicolas Sparks
The Madhatter's Guide to Chocolate by Rhett Devane
Eragon by Christopher Paolini
The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown
Dog Handling: A Novel by Clare Naylor
Nectar yb Lily Prior
A Widow for One Year by John Irving
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J.K. Rowling (re-read)
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling (re-read)
Girl's Poker Night: A Novel of High Stakes by Jill A. Davis (gave up on)
Romiette & Julio by Sharon M. Draper (gave up on)
Friday, September 23, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Ever woken up sad and don't know why? Well, that's what's happened to me today. When I got up, I felt like crying (and if I'm being honest, shed a few in the car on the way to work) and I can't, for the life me, figure out why. I didn't fight with DH or anyone else. Everyone I know is relatively healthy. I got plenty of sleep. I didn't have sad dreams (at least not that I can remember). I even got to go to the Giants-Saints game last night and watch my boys win. And yet, I just can't shake this blue feeling. Granted, I've only been up for a couple of hours, but still. I hope it goes away. And soon. Because this sucks.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Beginning on Day 1, the overtime started. Multiple motions and memos had to get out to multiple partners and senior associates so that meant no rest for stina. Oh - and DH got sick...which meant a late night, after work trip to CVS for Nyquil and other goodies.
Beginning on Day 2, I apparently caught whatever DH had. Fun - now I've got overtime and sickness fighting over my seriously dwindling energy supply. Not to mention the $50 I had to spend to fill up my tank just so I could go work the overtime.
Day 3...still sick, still working overtime. Only this time I actually got to do my overtime from home. A sick day of sorts -- only I couldn't veg in front of the TV or sleep all day like DH gets to do -- he gets actual sick days. I remember what that was like. Sort of.
Day 4... no news. nothing's changed. Still sick, still working overtime. Actually, today its officially working weekends. Fuck.
Day 5...could it be a reprieve from my toil? A day of rest? NOPE! No rest for the wicked my friends...besides...it's Sunday now and the Giant's are at home. It takes more than a little sickness and tiredness to keep me away from the stadium. So tailgating we went. A couple of Captain & Diet's later and I was feeling mighty fine. Of course I probably should have did some more work or slept a little extra, but fuck that. I don't have season tickets so I can stay home!
Day 6...back to the trenches. Only now, instead of overtime, I have "ICLE". A torturous little program invented by the New Jersey bar that is mandatory if you want to become or stay a lawyer in NJ. The class alone would be bad enough - but there's actually homework. Fucking homework. Didn't I do enough damn homework in law school? Apparently not. Supposedly this ICLE thing will make me a better lawyer, but since the topics have absolutely nothing to do with my practice area...I think the real purpose, like so many of the rules governing lawyers in NJ, is to scare people from the City away. Don't want 'dem City folk comin' in and stealin' our bidness. So after a fun day at the office, off I went to the totally useless, first of many, 3 hour ICLE sessions. Oh - and I got lost on the way thanks to the equally useless directions that came with my ICLE schedule.
Day 7...pretty much the same as Day 6...too much work, followed by another equally useless ICLE session. At least I didn't get lost this time.
Day 8...today started out looking like it would be pretty awesome. Work was starting to level off. I was starting to feel a little better. And, to top it all off, I was going to leave the office at a normal hour and go shopping!!! (of course it was shopping for suits, for work, but shopping is shopping, right?). Plus, DH was feeling better and was making dinner (have I mentioned he can cook his ass off?). Like I said, awesome! At least until I went outside after work to find I'd left my driver side car window cracked during the day's torrential rainstorms. Great. Wonderful. Shopping with a wet ass, how fun. Of course, I still went shopping. A wet ass wasn't about to keep me from Tahari suits at 75% off. But I wasn't happy about it.
Day 9 -- so here we are. Hard to believe its been 9 days. At least the rain has stopped. I'm still swamped, and still a little sick, but there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Of course I'll probably have to make up the time I've spent posting here, but what can ya do. I only hope it won't be another 9 days before I have the time to post again. After all, I still haven't even told my stories from Hawaii, and we've been home for 6 weeks! Hard to believe. It'll be xmas before ya know it. But at least I'll get some time off.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
AND, if that wasn't enough...
Around the country, and even the world, people are being asked to make monetary donations to help the victims of Katrina. Do not head down there and actually lend a hand, they say, just give money. My question is, if I give money how do I know it will actually go to survivors? And the answer...thats right - you know -- I DON'T know my money will actually go to the surviviors. Because aside from perhaps the Red Cross, many of the charities seeking donations are recently created with no track record of any kind. That doesn't mean I won't donate, just that my donations will be in things people can actually use...water, food, clothing, schoool supplies, etc.
And speaking of shady charities, did you know that people seeking to make donations in support of the Katrina victims were pointed, by FEMA, to a "charity" run by none other than the pro-assasination, televangelist, allegedly reverend, Pat Robertson? Yeah - thats right - the same asshole who prayed for the death of Supreme Court Justices and the assasination of the Venezuelan president (who by the way was one of the first world leaders to offer aid for Katrina victims). FEMA though it a good idea for people to give Robertson their money so he could, well, no one is really sure what he intended to do with it. Of course, since this story broke (check out Sploid) FEMA has changed its website (again, check out Sploid) to remove the referral, but still...what the fuck is wrong with our goddamned government?
I've got tons more I could say about this whole mess -- I was without a computer all weekend and just dying to wax poetic about any number of relevant issues, but as I am lucky enough to still have a job, I better get back to it.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Nearly every single person in New Orleans has been rendered homeless. Gas prices here in NJ have hit $3.29 a gallon. Lives are being lost. People who were helping with rescue efforts had to be moved to police duty to stop the civil unrest that has erupted. And our president says we don't need any help? Perhaps if he'd given the city the money they asked for to update their levies this wouldn't have happened. But he chose to use that money to fight the war in Iraq instead. And, perhaps if Louisiana's national guard wasn't in Iraq...along with the money... there'd be enough folks to rescue everyone who needs rescuing and evacuate the tens of thousands of people stuck in a place with no food and no fresh water. But that isn't the case. The policies of our government may not have caused the hurricane (although some argue they didn't help since we are the worse contributer on the planet to the green house effect and refuse to ratify the Kyoto protocol), but the policies engendered by the right definitely contributed to the inability of the levies to withstand the storm, and have created a situation where there is not enough money or manpower for the rescue and cleanup that is needed.
I don't usually tell people what to do, but I'm telling everyone now that they need to give whatever they can to help the situation. Contact the American Red Cross for ways you can help (be patient - their website is encountering some seriously heavy traffic -- you can also call 1-800-HELPNOW). Or check out www.guidestar.org for organizations that will use your donations to help the victims of this tragedy. Just do something.
Oh - and most importantly - when the time comes...vote for someone that isn't tied to the current war machine.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
As if Wal-Mart doesn’t have enough revenue, it recently sued in Oregon state court and was awarded $175 from a retired couple who forgot to pay a $10 bill for 10 bags of steer manure. Charles and Cheryl Gastorf say that after they forgot to add the manure tab in a hectic shopping spree, the giant retailer sued under a state law that allows retailers to pursue civil penalties regardless of whether a person is found guilty of theft. Mr. Gastorf said the couple did not fight the claim, but denied guilt, noting, “We wouldn’t want to embark on a life of crime at our ages and become manure thieves.” Wal-Mart has said it plans to refund the money. 8-23-05
Now I love a bargain probably even more than the nexy guy, and when living in VA where WalMart ruled the land, I spent a lot of my money in that place, and I of course realize keeping prices low probably ain't easy, but goddamn this pisses me off! What I'd like to know is how much the fucking a-holes paid their lawyers to go after a retired couple for a few bucks. And what fucking lawyer thought this was a worthwhile case? God, lawyers are assholes. Or at least some of us are. I like to think I'm not quite that bad. But then again, I still new to this so I guess the jury is still out.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Goooo Giants!!!!!!! We went to our first home game on Saturday night and had a blast watching the G-man slam Carolina. Granted, it was only pre-season, but it is always fun watching the Giants win, even if it doesn't count for shit. Of course I spent all day Sunday with no voice, but that happens the day after every home game. And we go to them all!! At least last year we did - we didn't miss a single one, not even when it was cold or raining. We're like freaking mailmen when it comes to our boys (FYI -- we are lucky enough to have season tickets thanks to my awesome Uncle Joe who moved too far away to take advantage of his tickets). In fact, I actually passed up a day at the beach to go to Saturday's game -- when I got up on Saturday morning, it was so dreary and the weather man said it was gonna rain, (plus I had a bit of a hangover), so I figured, fuck it -- there are still a few more weekends left to hit the beach. And if not, well, I'll just have to take another vacation. I already am gonna miss the next home pre-season game (unless I want to buy an extra ticket: DH has a deal with a Jets fan friend of his and they always bring each other to the pre-season Giants-Jets game). Not that I'm against having the house to myself for the night -- that almost never happens. Plus, I'm not in full obsession-mode yet (that won't start for a few more weeks yet) but I still may buy a ticket.
Anywho - not a whole hell of a lot has happened since I last chimed in. Friends are getting divorced; other friends are getting married; amd still yet other friends are having kids. Same shit, different day. I did get some Maui pics printed - OMG they are so fan-fuckin-tastic, they look like postcards. Seriously. I can't wait to have them framed. Oh - and to post some here. I still have more to tell about my vacay to end all vacays. But that will have to wait for another day. After I've had time to transfer the pics to disc. Or something. Or whatever. I'll get to it eventually. Really. I promise.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Sometimes I really hate being a girl. I'm crampy and bloated and bitchy and just plain sick & tired. You males have no idea how easy you have it.
Oh and if you don't want to hear about it, then don't listen. Or read. Or whatever the fuck you call it.
Did I mention I'm feeling a little bitchy?
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
I think I may have lost about 10 pounds this weekend. I believe I actually sweat it all off. In a matter of hours. Indoors. And I was not at the gym.
Saturday night was the long awaited housewarming of a good friend and former colleague of mine. This poor guy had been through hell and back buying his top-floor-sweet-ass-apartment in NYC and after finally closing and moving and setttling in, he invited a bunch of folks over for a pre-clubbing houswarming event. Well warming is not exactly the word I would use. Housesweltering is more like it. It seems my friend had landed himself back in hell.
I know - it sounds kinda bitchy, but it was fucking hot. I mean like seriously uber hot. Who throws parties - in August - when the AC doesn't work and the windows don't open? Even Satan himself would have been like, What the hell is wrong with the AC up in here? It was actually hotter in his place than it was outside. And that's saying alot because Saturday in the City was about as nasty as it could get without people actually dropping dead in the street from heat exhaustion. And that may have actually happened - I can't be sure cause I don't watch the news.
In any case, we eventually learned that the reason it was so hot was because the little slats on the AC would not point in any direction except straight up so we took turns standing directly in front of the AC unit. Of course that meant that I spent Sunday with a miserable AC cold. But even with the heat, it was still a good party - mostly because apparently my friend can cook his ass off (which obviously did not help with the heat issue). There was tons of booze too but it was my turn to be the designated driver so that wasn't helping me any. And we didn't make it out after -- I was feeling a little ill from losing 50% of the water in my bod. Plus the Giants were playing - there is no clubbing when Big Blue is on.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
We arrived in San Fran on a Friday night. Our plane had been delayed on the way out but they made up the time in the air. The flight still sucked. Coach always sucks.
We arrived late on a Friday night, grabbed our luggage and went outside to find our ride -- one of those vans that charges per person. We ended up being the only people in the van so that was cool - it was like a really comfortable cab ride, but cost way less. We got to our hotel and were pleasantly surprised. We had found it on Hotwire.com and knew nothing about the place til we got there. The room was kind of small but we didn't plan on spending much time there so that wasn't a problem. In fact, as soon as we checked in and dropped off our stuff, we headed right out. We went to some bar called Whiskey & Thieves near the hotel. Cool place: good crowd, good music, cheap beer and you could smoke. Having been used to NYC bars, that was a nice change. I know, I know - smoking is a disgusting habit, but whatever. I like it and it was nice being able to do it indoors over a cold one. We stayed at the bar til it closed and stumbled back to our hotel.
The next day, we made a plan to see as much of the City as we could without getting on one of those stupid tour buses. I hate those stupid buses. Instead, we rode the cable car from Union Square to Fisherman's Wharf and laughed our asses off at the tourists who kept standing behind the gripman - in obvious disregard of the blatant language on the man's vest. And yes, I realize I was a tourist too, but we were not nearly as ignorant as most. Again, having lived in NYC, hating tourists, and knowing how not to act like one, was second nature to us. And yes, I realize the Wharf is a tourist trap, but like I already said, we were tourists, just not assholes.
Anyway, we hopped off the cable car at the top of the crookedest street in the world. While walking down to the Wharf we spotted this thing called a "Go Car" -- after realizing it wasn't too pricey, we rented one, hopped in, got our picture taken, and took off for a GPS guided tour of San Fran. And no - I didn't put the picture of us in the Go Car here because, well, I look like a dork 'cause they make you wear a helmet. So off we go, zipping around the city at a top speed of...30 miles per hour. Not Indy, but in these things, fast enough. We got to see a good part of the city, including the Golden Gate shrouded in fog, but while we were turning into Golden Gate Park, our GPS stoppped working. After several seriously aggravating calls to the rental place, we learned it wasn't coming back on and had to find our own way back to the Wharf. Which we eventually did, after giving up trying to climb the hill to Twin Peaks -- the Go Car just didn't have the muscle for it. Needless to say, we got back to the rental place safe & sound - having thoroughly enjoyed our tour. We even got a discount due to the defective GPS. But later that night was when the real San Fran experience happened...
After checking out the Wharf area, and eating at Joe's, we stopped at the hotel to shower and change and then off we went to Haight-Ashbury for the night. By the way - if you are ever traveling to San Fran in July, bring a sweater. And some jeans. And maybe even a scarf. Because it is fucking cold there at night. And nobody warned us. Not even our friend who used to live there. Thanks, dickhead. (fyi - that's not an insult, its a nickname).
Anyway, we grabbed a cab to the Haight and hit some bar with a sweet backyard. Before long, we had made friends with some locals, mostly thanks to DH who can strike up a convo with just about anyone. The folks we met were uber-friendly (uber - that's my new San Fran word) and we decided we loved this city. As the bar was closing, our new friend Patrick invited us to his place for more drinks. Who were we to say no. By 2AM, this is the best part, we found ourselves drinking beers (and partaking of other party substances - wink, wink) while looking out Patrick's living room window over the corner of Haight & Ashbury. That's right - the actual corner of Haight & Ashbury. In a apartment. With big picture windows. I know, it sounds unbelievable -- we get to the city not knowing a soul and in about 24 hours we're hanging out, literally, at Haight-Ashbury--unbelievable, but its true. Of course I don't have pictures to prove it. Despite my usually being a picture taking freak, I didn't bring the camera that night. But we were there - until almost dawn!! - and it was fucking awesome. I think maybe it was karma's way of paying us back for the GPS debacle. Of course the Haight ain't what it used to be (or so I've been told). Staring out over the corner of Haight & Ashbury, besides us, was a Gap, a Ben & Jerrys, and some other corporate outlet. DH thinks it was Starbucks, but I can't remember and their website doesn't show one there. Whatever...Starbucks, WiIlliams Sonoma, it was some neighborhood culture sucking monster. But is was still too cool for words. Even if you don't believe me. I went to bed that night (well actually, the next morning) with dreams of flower children and the astonishing looks my friends would give me when I told them this story.
The next day, Sunday, we were a little spent. Staying out partying til 5 or 6AM is not exactly our usual M.O. But since it was our last day, we forced ourselves out of bed and intothe city. We rode one of the antique streetcars to p[cik up some tees at the San Fran Harley shop and then headed to Chinatown. Mostly we wandered the shops and had a fucking fantastic meal at Empress of China (if you like Chinese and are ever in San Fran, you have to eat there. Try the Walnut Prawns. I can only describe the dish as orgasmic). My favorite part of the day, however, was the "Wake Up America" man (see pic). I know you can't really read his signs in the pic, but this was a man after my own heart. His signs basically say Bush is a liar , that the neo-con-Christians who are trying to run this country know nothing of God's love (otherwise they wouldn't support war or Bush the liar), and that Amerca should be ashamed of it all. Goddess bless that man!
So that's our San Fran trip in as few words as I can manage (if you're reading this and know me well, you know I am not exactly a person of few words). We didn't go out that last night - the night before had wiped us out. Plus, we had to catch an early flight to Maui the next morn. Which we did. And which I will ramble on about another time. Until then, remember, don't stand behind the gripman or people will laugh at you.
Oh - and if anyone knows how to get rid of date stamps on pics, please comment here and let me know. I included them by accident and they really piss me off.
Friday, August 05, 2005
Anyway - I figured if I could just find an extra hour or so each day (without, of course, giving up any sleep) I would have the time to get things done. Well, maybe not everything - but most things. I at least would have a chance to look at the gazillions of pictures I took in Maui. I'd cut my work hours but (1) I think my bosses might frown on that, and (2) I already have barely enough time to get everything done I need to get done while I'm here. It seems everyday I come into the office, my "to do" pile has grown exponentially -- they gave me 5 new cases in just the last couple of days. I really have no room to complain - I did after all just come back from an extended vaca, and also did only start my job 6 weeks before taking that vaca, but still...What ever happened to easing back into things? So - my point - I need an extra hour which I can't take from work, and won't take from sleep, so whoever the powers that be are that rule time, hook me up. Kay? Because, if I didn't have a nasty 'to do' pile staring at me right now, maybe I'd have time to tell the story about me and DH having drinks in an apartment on the corner of Haight & Ashbury...but that pile won't go anywhere on its own, so that story will just have to wait for another time.
Monday, August 01, 2005
Yesterday, I got back from a 15 day vacation. Today, I had to come back to work, and I was none too happy about it. My head is still reeling from the beauty of Maui, my heart is still a little broken at having had to come home (and back to work), and it appears that jet lag has taken hold of my ability to stay awake or concentrate on anything more complex than this post. Plus, my new tat is starting to aggravate me -- if only I could have stayed on a permanent vacation, I could be wearing shorts instead of slacks and flip-flops instead of whatever you call these stupid fancy shoes they make me wear. I need to either (1) win the lottery, (2) have some long-lost relative leave me a ton of bucks, or (3) find a sugar daddy for me and a sugar mama for my DH, because I have come to the realization that it is highly unlikely that I will ever to be able to afford the lifestyle we want without one of those things happening. Sure, I could work my whole life and hope to have a cool retirement, but I'd much prefer to begin my retirement while I'm young enough to enjoy it. People say to do what you love and then the money will follow. But that's crap -- you need at least some financial backing (parental or otherwise) to take the time to figure out what it is that makes you happy in the first place. For folks like me who have always had to have a job in order to have things such as food and a roof, figuring out what makes you happy is tougher. In my case, I still don't know.
Anyway, in the days to come, I will recap my vacation adventures, and even include pictures if I can manage to stay awake long enough to review the hundreds of shots I took while away and upload the best ones.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Speaking of TV lawyers, Comedy Central says, perhaps only partly in jest, that they'll be hiring extra lawyers now that Carlos Mencia has his own show on that network. That might be kind of cool. I've always thought about going in-house some day. Comedy Central seems as good a place as any, maybe even better.
Anyway, I saw the first episode of Mind of Mencia last night and while I didn't think it was as funny as his stand-up, I still laughed my ass off. Especially at the end when he showed our Pres giving everyone the finger. Yes, that finger. I can't say whether the video Mencia showed was real or not, but it looked real to me, and, let's be honest, does anyone really think Bush is beyond that? I've been a fan of Mencia for some time - ever since seeing his stand up in which he proceeded to insult pretty much every single group out there - whites, blacks, hispanics, asians, gays, straights, men, women, you name it, he probably said somehting that would piss at least one person in that group off. His whole point was that political correctness is bullshit. I could not agree more. Better everyone speaks their mind so we know who the true racists are then let everyone use PC bullshit to hide their true thoughts.
I only have one more thing to say, and that is that my thoughts and prayers are with the people of London. Having nearly lost my brother on September 11 (a story for another day), I empathize with anyone who has been affected by this horrible tragedy and my heart goes out to the victims and their families.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
So -- here are just a few stupid headlines from around the 'net, which, stangely enough, almost all have to do with kids (or teenagers anyway)...
Three studies suggest TV hampers kids' academic skills
I'm sorry, but did they really need to do a study to determine that?
Happy kids make for pleasant road trips
No shit, really? I thought screaming brats made for pleasant trips.
Pediatricians' group: Abstinence not enough...Experts: Teens need access to birth control
I'm not even gonna touch this one.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
And speaking of "f" words, you will notice that from time to time, like in my last post, I tend to use some other "f" words, and "s" words, and other words not meant for young ears. I try to be good, but DH has told me several times that I'm in the wrong profession. He thinks I should be driving a truck. Maybe he's right. What can I tell you, I'm a loud-mouthed Jersey Girl. And after today, I'm a loud mouth Jersey Girl with a nice been-at-the-beach-all-day glow.
Friday, July 01, 2005
And you know what that means -- the neo-cons pulling the strings of the presidency will try their best to fill O'Connor's spot with an extremist right wing judge. Not to mention the neo-con court packing that will be attempted if anyone else steps down from the bench. I don't know if the Dems have the cojones to stop a court packing push. They've already caved to avoid the possibility of the nuclear option, so goddess only knows what will happen when the nominees are made and confirmation hearings begin. For people who don't follow Supreme Court jurisprudence with the fervor that I do, let me just tell you -- if the neo-cons succeed, we are all fucked. F-U-C-K-E-D. Fucked. That's right. I said it. You will say goodbye to pretty much any right you have that stems from constitutional interpretation and not the Bible. Think I'm kidding? Wait and see. If the pansy Dems don't filibuster the hell out of any candidate that isn't at least close to moderate, we can all kiss our civil liberties goodbye.
Most of my friends were truly upset when Bush won the presidency, but let me tell you a little secret: having a neo-con Pres is nothing because when it comes to our civil liberties, no one has more power than the Supreme Court. The neo-con pres and the congress and whatever other politician can make whatever law they want, but if the high Court says its unconstitutional, well, then that's that. The bad law goes bye-bye. But if we end up with a neo-con court, there won't be anybody to stop the bad laws. And, even if the right loses legislative power and we get some good laws passed (check out Spain for an example of a good law), the neo-con Supreme Court can says its unconsitutional, so no good laws either (absent a constitutinal amendment, of course). And unlike the pres who can be voted out, or forced out after 2 terms, there is no getting rid of a Supreme Court Justice - they sit for life. Like I said. Fucked.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Anyway - vacation. A real one. Mostly. My DH and I leave in 16 days. We'll spend three days in San Fran, which for whatever reason I have yet to see despite having been told for years how I will love the place. After three days, it's off to the gorgeous island of Maui. That's right. Two weeks in Paradise! We are renting a condo away from the crowds, on the edge of the rainforest, very secluded, but with a pool. Like a second honeymoon - if we'd had a first one. So, its like a first honeymoon. Except while we're there we'll be attending the wedding of two of our greatest friends. These are two people who you would expect to stay together forever, but never expected to get married. They just seemed too cool, or laid back for it. But, they're taking the plunge and we'll be there to witness it. On the top of a mountain in Maui, with 360 degree views of the island, starting at sundown, on the night of a full moon. Pretty f'in cool, right?
Now, this vaca is costing an arm and a leg, but I figure, what the hell. What's the good of having money if not to spend it, right? So in preparation for this fantastic little trip, I've picked up some great new clothes from this adorable little boutique in Hoboken (Rubee's Closet -- a shameless plug for my friend that owns the joint), two new swimsuits, and some new luggage to pack all my crap in.
Of course I already have luggage, but not nearly enough space for 17 days. My shoes alone will take up half of my "weekend" bag. I know - it sounds like I am planning on seriously over-packing, but to be honest, I don't know any other way of packing. First, where we're staying is hot during the day, but cool at night. That means cover ups if not two whole outfits for each day. Then, we're not really sure what we want to do while we're there, so I have to plan for contingencies. I already picked up a one piece bathing suit in case I decide to take surfing lessons. And suppose I should pack my hiking boots so we can hike the volcano. Whatever -- all my suitcases have wheels, and my DH will be there to help, so I'm not worried. I just can't wait.
In case anyone cares, I won't be posting during my vacation, which I think I mentioned starts in 15 days, but I am planning on keeping a travel journal and will excerpt from it when we get back home. Which reminds me, I need to pick up a blank journal. And sunscreen.
Picture compliments of MauiQueen
Friday, June 24, 2005
Your Linguistic Profile:
40% General American English
0% Upper Midwestern
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
In any case, I participated in my first trial (fake as it was). Going into it my partner and I were pretty nonchalant -- neither of us had too much time to spend on it, there were no real clients, there wasn't going to be any verdict (although we were "scored" on our presentation, and argument, etc.), plus we didn't want to do too good and end up having to go to the finals. That means even more work that we don't get any credit for. But...
We actually won! And now my long-dormant competitive drive is all revved up and I'm thinking, Hey, we could win this thing! Of course I haven't expressed this to my partner who I believe may still be on the let's finish 5th and skip the finals track. Whatever, fake as the thing was, and whether we get to the finals or not, winning is cool. Even if there isn't any prize.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Of course, the Coke company has been accused of some less than admirable trade practices (like assasination and racism), but what are ya gonna do, switch to Pepsi? Or worse, RC? Like that's ever gonna happen. Thanks, but I'll take my Coke and assuage my liberal guilt by giving money to public radio & PBS and by doing my part to save those fine establishments (and the cuddly characters on Sesame Street) from the chopping block. Lend a hand here.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
you come in early and stay late - and I mean really late...getting home by 10PM meant it was time to par-tay. While at work, imagine yourself surrounded by box after box after box after box after...you get my point...of "documents". A fancy word meaning crap you have to read even though most of it is worthless. Joining you in your cave of boxes are little post-it flags in all the colors of the rainbow. Your job is to take these little flags and stick them on certain documents...sometimes red meant one thing, sometimes it meant another, sometimes all it meant was that a certain person was listed somewhere on that particular piece of paper, a sort of "Where's Waldo" assignment -- you find a name on a page and stick a flag on it so some other moron down the line can copy that page and put it in a new box.
The 'find the names' jobs were the worst...um, excuse me but I did not bust my ass in law school learning the finer points of constitutional Law so I could be hired to find names on a piece of paper, something which I might add a trained monkey could probably do if they could be taught to read. At the very least, even Bush could manage this one by himself. But, the pay was good - OK fan-fucking-tastic, so long as you didn't break it down to an hourly wage. The parties, at least in the summer, were, as my girlfriend Kim would say, off the hook. And the lunches -- ah, you have not experienced lunch until you've taken two plus hours to do it and spent $50 bucks plus per person (with the firm's money of course). Plus I made some great friends.
But eventually, a month ago, I traded the big city salary for a smaller suburban one, because I'd had enough of 'biglaw'. I joined a much smaller firm in suburban NJ, where associates are actually treated like real lawyers, and not just glorified paralegals. Its really a whole new world for me. What amazed me more is the new firm actually apologized to me for making me share an office -- an office which I might add is about 4 times the size of my prior cubicle. Wow. Culture shock. And this from someone who didn't even want to move back here in the first place. Now I've joined the NJ work force. The wierdest thing -- I think I like it better than I ever liked my City job, even considering that one summer when biglaw kissed my ass, before they had purchased my soul and caged me in my cubicle.
Friday, June 10, 2005
What's he done this time, you ask? (drum roll please) He actually said that the Patriot Act protects our civil liberties! Ahem...uh, what? I realize the man ain't the brightest fellow in the world, but really, shouldn't one of his aides have told him what the P.A. actually says; what it actually allows? If you want to know, a good place to read about it in plain English is here (an old article, but the law is still the same). Not to mention the effect all this posturing about the act's greatness is having on our less educated folks -- someone actually wrote to NPR to say a librarian should be charged with treason for failing to turn over records demanded under the FBI. Listen here.
And now that its scariest provisions are finally about to expire (thank goddess) here comes the push from the right to renew and expand the damn thing. And too many supposed "liberals" are just sitting there, keeping their mouths shut. Its as if no one even remembers that this glaringly oppressive law was passed 6 weeks after 9-11 before most of the people voting on it had even read the damn thing. OK -- its like 300 pages long, but still -- don't you think reading a law before passing it is always a good idea? Am I the only one?
Don't get me wrong, I hate terrorists as much as the neck red-blooded (read: necked) American, but I don't think giving law enforcement outrageous and unchecked powers is going to help fight terrorists. And I don't understand how anyone can believe that it will. Forcing the Bush's golf buddies (aka Saudis) to turn over persons holed up in their country - now that might help, but the FBI reading my library records won't.
I suppose it is yet possible that there will be real debates about this thing before its gets voted on, but I somehow doubt it. All I know is that I'm going to have to start taking donations because a one way ticket to the motherland is almost two grand and I am not so lucky to be friends with a prince.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Radical judges don't deserve our attention? What the f*$# is that? These pyschos are appointed for life (and often supported by the Christian Coalition), but our democratically elected leaders shouldn't pay attention because they have other things to do? Have the dems gone completely mad? Are they totally spineless? Have these people never heard of overtime? Us "hardworking Americans" have to do it all the time when we have a lot to deal with at work. And we aren't guaranteed our salaries for life like Mr. Reid and his co-workers are. Besides, who does Reid think will be judging the validity of his imaginary health, education and jobs plans when they are challeneged? Uh...could it be the radical judges he & the rest of the pansy dems let through?
God I hate politics.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Some people might say I can be a little bitchy, and I guess thats true but only because I used to be too nice and found that nice girls finish last. I'm actually a really nice person and I make the best Florentine Lace cookies you will ever eat.
I've been happily married for almost 8 years and am mommy to two black & white kitties. My dear husband ("DH") and I just bought our first house last year and spend most weekends working on it or the yard. Of course come football season, we'll be at Giant's Stadium most weekends! You can find us in parking lot 13A. Goooooooo Giants!
After living in DC, VA and NYC, I somehow ended up back in NJ despite my best efforts to never come back. Seems like the abyss was calling...