The Thinking Minority

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Midnight rain on a tin roof
Sing my soul a lullaby
Make my dreams pleasant and true
Shut my weary eyes

Time flyes by as we stand still
Quickly to fire, but stuck at the wheel
Wet like a desert in snowy times
Nights become mornings before I unwind
Mornings become evenings though nothing is done

Here's the rest of the story:

2. He said, "I ran on a platform of diversity and women in leadership positions, so the first thing I did was to go out and hire four black attorneys. I also put a woman in the position of chief at the Crestview Office." I appreciated be downgraded to the guy who is at the PD's office because he's black.

3. He lost/fired 14 attorneys and hired 19 to replace them. He funded this move, but firing the investigative staff.

4. We can no longer go on any CLE (Continuing Legal Education - required to maintain a license in FL) conferences because we are doing all of our training in house. He did not, however, apply for CLE credit and many people are due. Luckily, this does not include me because the Army helps me by sending me to classes.

I truly wonder about the next four years of this office, the reputation this office is about to shoulder and how long it will take for the office to shake off said reputation. Hmmm....maybe I just needed to share again.

Due to the overwhelming response I received from my last post, I have decided to post yet again.

The newly elected Public Defender, by default, is my new boss. I have every confidence in his incompetence. We now have these weekly training meeting every Thursday for two hours. For the first one, we introduce ourselves to, well, ourselves. I missed the second one because I was in court, but I heard they watched Tom Cruise's opening statement in "A Few Good Men." (I can't make this shit up). The third one, we introduced ourselves to well, ourselves. This time, however, we had the added bonus to hear the newly elected PD tell us about his glory days in high school and college sports. Not to mention, there were former college athletes around the table who had more success than him and this does not include me, but I digress.

He mentioned several things in his speech that incensed me abit:

1. He, being from Milton, which is smaller than Waynesboro, could not afford to spend his time working in our county because our court is child's play. He did not mention that he fired several of the people who used to work in this county, replaced them with incompetent attorneys or figurehead attorneys who would not be responsible for a docket, then split uncovered work between other attorney's because they seem to be doing well with their respective dockets.

There's more, but I have to go depose some people. I will finish later.

I wanted to use vignette, but I couldn't remember how to spell it. I also realize that I could have used a dictionary or the Googles and I would have been able to figure it out. I used the Googles and realized that there are many meanings for the word vignette, but I digress....

Here is the situation.

One of the assistants in my office and her attorney are having issues. I am never there for the incidents, but the fallout it pretty drastic (i.e. She storms out of the office, He shuts down for a week, tension, tension and more tension). Anyhoo, that all changed.

Today, I managed to see the beginning. I was talking to my assistant about sex, drugs and rock and roll (or insert your inappropriate office conversation here). The other assistant was on the phone when her attorney started calling her name. He call from his office several times, I motion to her that she has been beckoned, he comes out of his office and is waving his hands in her face and the whole time she is ignoring me and him. Finally, she get off the phone and asks, "What I does he want?" After she tends to the situation, I realized that I had to have a talk.

I told her that she was in the wrong. I asked who was on the phone and why could she not put them on hold to help her attorney. She told me that it was another assistant in another city. Then I told she was completely in the wrong. She complained that he does that all the time, sometimes he ignores her when she needs him and adds that he shows no respect for her. I responded with," That is your attorney and you are his assistant. You have to adapt to him. Period. If you are not assisting him, you are not useful. You spent 25 years in the Air Force and it is the same relationship just without the uniforms." She responds, "I have been out of the AF for 10 years and I don't have to put up with that shit anymore." I told her she was wrong and added that her attorney was her boss and outranks her. He can ignore her all he wants, it doesn't make him the best person in the world, but your time is his time. So if he calls you 50 times a day, you have to deal with it or request to work for another attorney.

She teared up and stormed out.

Now, I feel like I did something wrong by having to tell a women who is older than my mother that she acted poorly.

If she brings it up I will address the situation again. Otherwise, I'm done. I just wanted to share.

http://www.co.okaloosa.fl.us/beach/flag.html

We drove around looking for parking, and settled for a metered space. We put money in the meter, but to no avail; the meter remained expired. So we gave up and left a note to the Meter Police. But we forgot: DC is filled with petty, vindictive bureaucrats, and writing tickets makes them feel Big. So it cost us $27 for parking: $2 for the meter, and $25 for the ticket.

Cops lie.
Judges empower cops.
Prosecutors trust cops.
Juries believe cops.
Defense attorneys go bald.
Defendants go to jail.
Welcome to American Justice.

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Play with Baby J.




























Read the news (Ellie helps).



























Make Baby J smile.



























Answer emails (Ellie helps).




























When Baby J cries, fix it.



























Do some work (Ellie helps).




























Watch Baby J sleep (Ellie helps).
























Not a bad life.

I couldn't figure out how to spell cassaroll, casarole, casaroll, casserole, caserolle, caserole the name given many things because they are mixed and then baked in a pan.

Anyhoo, I am making kiwi cheesecakes and I realized I had tator tots and heavy whipping cream! The sheer joy of knowing that the possibility of "cheesy goodness" was near elicited the biggest happy dance I had ever done. After about 10 seconds (that's all I will admit in public), I had to tell myself to calm down. It was the first time that I had ever been my own voice of reason. Then I thought, I used my voice of reason on that? Shame on me! Then I danced again.

Funny Conversation:

Me: Ede, wanna see a cute baby?
Ede: Ooh, Ooh, yeah, Hold on, Here I come.
Pause
Ede: Aww, such a cute little boy (in that whiney girl voice)
Me: Girl (sarcasm is awesome)
Ede: Girl (whiney voice again)
Me: I'm telling Asia you said her baby was ugly
Ede: I didn't say ugly. I just called him a boy!
Me: How's that better?
Ede: I could have said ugly boy
Me: This is true. I will tell her you called her baby an ugly boy.
Ede: JB!
Me: **Laughing hysterically.**

This has to be one of the strangest videos I've seen in quite some time. Yes, he's offensive and yes, he's so ignorant that it's ridiculous, but the man is so deranged that what starts at 6:30 into the video becomes hilarious.

Homosexuality, Drug Dealing, and Bestiality, oh my!

http://www.atlah.org/broadcast/ndnr09-03-08.html

Good thing he's spreading the word of God or else we'd all be in danger of President Obama.

Since I was missing yet my third day of work due to illness, something I have never done in the lifetime of my employment lifetime (I heard it), I decided it was time to see the doctor. I discovered that I have a sinus infection and bronchitis. A shot to the ass (and it still hurts) the arm later along with some prescription cough syrup and a pill (that was supposed to put me to sleep), I decide to read the medication that I took hours earlier. I read this warning:

"While taking this medication avoid direct/indirect artificial/natural sunlight."

Which made me think:
1. Is there any other kind? (In that "A Few Good Men" "Grave danger?" tone)
2. Does that mean I can't check the mail?

That is all.

The least fun of ALL games.

Still pregnant. In case you're wondering.

That's all.

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Took me a minute or so, but I got it...

Which means I'm due in 3 weeks, for what that's worth. Pretty weird.

New phenomena:
- What I'm wearing seems to determine whether I get the "Wow, you're huge!" comments, or "You look great, you're so small!" comments. The other possibility is that the people in the second category are lying, because they're always women, but that's okay (I love them for it).
- The baby gets the hiccups. Really weird.
- People, particularly Mr. B, are now concerned that I could go into labor at any second, so I have to be careful. If I say "ouch" because the kid has kicked me particularly hard, everyone in the room gets very attentive. If I flinch at work, my coworkers go into High Alert. It's very sweet, and absolutely hilarious.
- Swollen everything, all day long (as opposed to before, when I just had swollen ankles in the afternoon). Pretty uncomfortable, but also highly amusing: I can make fun patterns on myself. Being swollen means that I get "pillow lines" and marks really easily - so if, for example, I rest my legs on a chair with waffle-pattern fabric, then when I pick my legs up they'll also have a waffle-pattern. It's like being made of silly putty (silly putty! silly putty! silly putty!).

Davis and I sat on my Big Comfy Chair today. I leaned it back, put up the footrest. My feet reached the rest, and Davis's feet stopped just past my knee (it used to be they wouldn't reach the edge of the seat).

"I need more woom, Daddy."

So I tipped myself to one side, squeezing into the corner so he could fit. This, too, is relatively new. In a few months, or a year, or an eyeblink, we'll be fighting for the chair. I stopped fighting my Dad for the chair when I realized that his pocket change always fell out when he reclined. From then on, I would let him have the chair, and I would scrounge for loose change.

I think I'll buy a second chair.

"We're making a ten, Daddy!" Davis was all delight and surprise. I asked him to repeat that. Twice. And again. "Yeah, a ten. I'm a One, and you're a Zewo." This is funny, and I laugh, but a bit uneasily: I am the Zero. Davis said, "there's a zewo on your shirt." He pronounced it more like "shut." I saw nothing, but maybe that was the joke.

Later tonight, I tucked him into bed; the sheet tightly fitted to his body. He laid on his back and said something that I didn't quite understand, ending with "can't get into his cave." I noticed he was trying to push his hand under the sheet. I asked him what he had said.

"Teke can't get into his cave!" It rhymed with Becky. I said it out loud. Did I have that right? "Yeah, Teke!" And how was that spelled? "T-E-K-E! Teke is my weft hand."

His right hand was "Medi." Like Betty. But funnier. I am a little afraid to ask him to name the rest of his body parts. But, for the record, his little sister's giant plush cat is now called "Mr. Cellphone."

"Webster" is the kitchen trash can.

This is probably not going to be as funny in the retelling, but...

This morning the radio alarm went off, and Mr. B hit snooze. We were lying in bed, dozing/waking up, stretching...I have a hard time getting out of bed in the morning now. At one point I stretched, and sighed, and said: "But it's so hard to get out of bed..."

Just then Mr. B's alarm went off again, and Madonna (in "Open Your Heart") sang: "It's not that hard - " before Mr. B hit the alarm again.

Then we both realized what I said, and what the radio said, and I couldn't stop laughing. Of course, it doesn't take much to send me into giggles these days...