Brain confetti.
Jan. 16th, 2008 08:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jessipsaloquitur- Thankfully my week has progressed nicely since Monday's sucktasticness. I'm 99.9% certain that my trial next week will be continued, because, in addition to my motion to continue, the prosecutor is also looking for a continuance since she'll already be in the middle of another trial. So, unless the judges have secretly developed a way to clone attorneys so that she can be in two places at once, I'm pretty sure the trial won't be happening.
- This morning on my way to work, in the SUV next to me was a Steve Carlson look alike. Seriously. Steve has a twin with slightly longer hair running around Arizona. It was a bit surreal to have "Come Around More Alabama" playing and to look over and see someone who looks almost exactly like Steve in the car next to me.
- It's been a productive week. Work-wise I've gotten a hell of a lot done, closed several cases, taken care of a lot of administrative crap. I just spent a few hours getting caught up on bills and such. I've worked out. I may even go crazy tomorrow and do some mid-week laundry. *pats self on back*
- Speaking of paying bills, this is the first year since I was admitted to the bar that I've not worked for either the government or a law firm. It's the first year, therefore, that I have to pay my own bar dues. Ouch! This is no fun at all. *grumbles and writes check*
- On a significantly more negative note, one of my uncles died last night after a lengthy battle with cancer. He was one of my dad's brothers and I've not been close (huge understatement) with my dad's family since his death when I was 10. This particular uncle, though, made it a point to attend my law school graduation and I appreciated the effort. So, I'm glad that my brother and I went to see him yesterday afternoon and I was able to tell him that. I have a lot of unpleasant memories related to my dad's family and I'm sure that I still carry a fair share of emotional baggage as a result, but it was good, I think, both for my uncle and for me, to be able to say good-bye without staining it with negative emotion. I hope his crossing was in all ways peaceful.
ETA: I appeciate everyone's condolences. I really do. But I feel a bit fraudulent accepting them without some clarification. It's certainly a sad thing that he died. But while his passing is a loss, it isn't my loss. Since my father's funeral almost 25 years ago, I had seen this man a total of three times -- once when I graduated from law school, again at my admission ceremony, and then yesterday, a few hours before he passed. My good-bye yesterday was more to honor my father, than because of any relationship between us. So, yeah. I just felt compelled to explain. *hands*
- Damn. I didn't plan on getting so somber in what was supposed to be a post of complete randomosity. Ok. Well then. Other, less morose, brain confetti: tarot!!! I've done several readings for others this past week and I'm working on several more. This is a pretty big thing for me, as I've never been confident enough with the cards to read much for others. So, yeah...Yay Me! (Those of you still waiting for your reading, I'm workin' on them. I should be able to get them mostly done this weekend, as I won't be doing any last minute trial prep.)
- I don't normally watch American Idol, but thankfully it was on for background noise while I was paying bills tonight, because I got to hear this gem: (Big Ol' Country Boy, after being told by Simon, in an uncharacteristically kind way, that he couldn't sing) Simon didn't go down on me. And Simon goes down on everyone!. *laughs and laughs*
- Comanche Moon has been painful to watch. The dialog is so stilted it makes me want to cry. I have no idea whether the plot holds together or whether the characters are at all interesting because I can only stand to listen for a few minutes at a time. But Karl Urban looks HOT LIKE A 1000 FIERY SUNS in his cowboy gear, so I suffer on.
- This morning on my way to work, in the SUV next to me was a Steve Carlson look alike. Seriously. Steve has a twin with slightly longer hair running around Arizona. It was a bit surreal to have "Come Around More Alabama" playing and to look over and see someone who looks almost exactly like Steve in the car next to me.
- It's been a productive week. Work-wise I've gotten a hell of a lot done, closed several cases, taken care of a lot of administrative crap. I just spent a few hours getting caught up on bills and such. I've worked out. I may even go crazy tomorrow and do some mid-week laundry. *pats self on back*
- Speaking of paying bills, this is the first year since I was admitted to the bar that I've not worked for either the government or a law firm. It's the first year, therefore, that I have to pay my own bar dues. Ouch! This is no fun at all. *grumbles and writes check*
- On a significantly more negative note, one of my uncles died last night after a lengthy battle with cancer. He was one of my dad's brothers and I've not been close (huge understatement) with my dad's family since his death when I was 10. This particular uncle, though, made it a point to attend my law school graduation and I appreciated the effort. So, I'm glad that my brother and I went to see him yesterday afternoon and I was able to tell him that. I have a lot of unpleasant memories related to my dad's family and I'm sure that I still carry a fair share of emotional baggage as a result, but it was good, I think, both for my uncle and for me, to be able to say good-bye without staining it with negative emotion. I hope his crossing was in all ways peaceful.
ETA: I appeciate everyone's condolences. I really do. But I feel a bit fraudulent accepting them without some clarification. It's certainly a sad thing that he died. But while his passing is a loss, it isn't my loss. Since my father's funeral almost 25 years ago, I had seen this man a total of three times -- once when I graduated from law school, again at my admission ceremony, and then yesterday, a few hours before he passed. My good-bye yesterday was more to honor my father, than because of any relationship between us. So, yeah. I just felt compelled to explain. *hands*
- Damn. I didn't plan on getting so somber in what was supposed to be a post of complete randomosity. Ok. Well then. Other, less morose, brain confetti: tarot!!! I've done several readings for others this past week and I'm working on several more. This is a pretty big thing for me, as I've never been confident enough with the cards to read much for others. So, yeah...Yay Me! (Those of you still waiting for your reading, I'm workin' on them. I should be able to get them mostly done this weekend, as I won't be doing any last minute trial prep.)
- I don't normally watch American Idol, but thankfully it was on for background noise while I was paying bills tonight, because I got to hear this gem: (Big Ol' Country Boy, after being told by Simon, in an uncharacteristically kind way, that he couldn't sing) Simon didn't go down on me. And Simon goes down on everyone!. *laughs and laughs*
- Comanche Moon has been painful to watch. The dialog is so stilted it makes me want to cry. I have no idea whether the plot holds together or whether the characters are at all interesting because I can only stand to listen for a few minutes at a time. But Karl Urban looks HOT LIKE A 1000 FIERY SUNS in his cowboy gear, so I suffer on.
