...Gone Tomorrow

I forgot to mention. I saw the friend ("Jen") again today. And her hair was short again (well, shoulder-length, like it was before). Now, either she got her hair cut (after all, it was growing like a weed), or it was a weave or some kind of hair extension. And, I sort of thought that maybe it was sort of a clip-on ponytail thing... but why would you wear that to go jogging?

The boyfriend and I have one theory. Maybe there's a guy she's trying to pick up along her jogging route. A theory, but no real answers.

Just thought I should give an update, see if anyone out there has anything to add.

(p.s. Once again, I did not mention her boob size.)

Fairy Tale Wedding

A good friend of mine from way back got married today. She's a wonderful and beautiful person, and she married a great guy who loves her very much. I've known each of them for a long time, and I've also known them as a couple for a long time. I've never known a couple that loves each other as much as they do.

Anyway, my friend finally got married today (they've been engaged for a very long time). And at the reception she told me this story:

Between the wedding and the reception, they stopped at a park to take pictures. At the park there was a little girl walking with her mother.

The little girl saw my friend, the bride, and turned to her mother and said "Mommy, look, a princess!"

Her mother told her that she could go say hello.

(Maybe at this point I should mention that my friend is, besides being very patient and loving to her fiance, also wonderful with children.) The little girl came up to my friend . . . and greeted her with a curtsy.

I cannot think of any couple that deserves to live happily ever after more than they do.

Giving Thanks

I've got a lot to be thankful for. I've got the greatest job where I'm challenged but happy and supported. I've got a great boyfriend and a great family and great friends. I'm not wealthy, but I've got what I need. And considering how many people I see that don't have anything, I'm thankful for what I have.

But most importantly, I am thankful that this weekend, no matter how busy it may be, I will never once think of this weekend as "the last weekend before the bar." And I'm thankful that the whole bar thing is one year behind me.

And to all of you out there who are studying this weekend -- what are you doing reading this? Just kidding. Relax, take a deep breath, and kick ass. And just remember, a year from now you'll be so glad it's over when you can laugh at other people who are going through it. =)

Turn That Frown Upside Down

If you're down and troubled, or when nothing (whoa nothing) is going right...

I'd highly recommend reading Rock, Paper, Saddam! Because that always cracks me up.

Coming Soon

Three new movies that I want to see open 7/30: Zach Braff's Garden State, M. Night Shyamalan's The Village and John Cho's Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle.

So, as you can see, I've got a lot of movie-viewing to do. And, I still haven't seen Fahrenheit 9/11. But I will. (And I won't just buy the bootleg either.)

Hair Today

The boyfriend and I are walking down the street when I see a girl jogging toward us.  For a split second, I think that it's a friend of mine (we'll call her "Jen"), until I notice that the jogger has a long ponytail bouncing back and forth behind her.  "Nope, not Jen," I think, since Jen's hair isn't quite that long (or, at least not that I can remember).

The girl jogs up to us and says hello.  On closer inspection, it is Jen.  I didn't want her to think that I was ignoring her and walking past her, so I try to explain by saying, "I didn't recognize you.  I didn't realize your hair was so long."  She just kind of says "yeah," and asks how we're doing.  (I wonder if maybe she doesn't buy my "I didn't recognize you" line.)

We chat for a minute or two, about the weather, about work.  The conversation is rushed - I don't want to keep her from her run.  And before we part ways I mention her hair again.  Again, I really didn't want her to think that I had been ignoring her.  So, I say, "I can't believe your hair has gotten so long."  And she responds, "Yeah, it's like a weed."

The boyfriend say goodbye and walk away.  After we cross the street, the boyfriend asks me "What did that mean?" 

"Like a weed?  It means something that's growing fast.  Like, if a kid gets suddenly taller you can say he's growing like a weed."

And my boyfriend responds, "Weed?  I thought she said weave." 

And when I think about it, he's probably right.  That would explain why her hair went from shoulder-length to superlong so quickly.  So, walking home, I felt bad that I had asked her twice about her hair.  I really only mentioned it twice because I was confused about not recognizing her.  Still, I felt embarassed - weaves are supposed to look natural, not make your friends question you. 

I asked myself, as I so often do when difficult situations present themselves, "What would Elle do?"  (Or, "WWED?" when I'm in a hurry.)  Then I realized, Elle would have recognized a weave.

But, then, just as Elle would, I saw the bright side of things: at least I didn't ask her about her boobs. 

History Repeating

I seem to remember this case -- from my torts casebook.

These families may not be "angry or upset," but there's definitely an award to be recovered here.

Not Just a Dictator, a Sexy Dictator

Everyone else has posted their personality test results (ken at crimlaw, and crime&federalism are now "everyone") so I decided to give it a try.  My diagnosis is a little bizarre:
Wackiness: 4/100
Rationality: 28/100
Constructiveness: 46/100
Leadership: 56/100

You are an SEDL--Sober Emotional Destructive Leader.   This makes you a dictator. You prefer to control situations, and lack of control makes you physically sick. You feel have responsibility for everyone's welfare, and that you will be blamed when things go wrong. Things do go wrong, and you take it harder than you should.
You rely on the validation and support of others, but you have a secret distrust for people and distaste for their habits and weaknesses that make you keep your distance from them. This makes you very difficult to be with romantically. Still, a level-headed peacemaker can keep you balanced.
Despite your fierce temper and general hot-bloodedness, you have a soft spot for animals and a surprising passion for the arts. Sometimes you would almost rather live by your wits in the wilderness somewhere, if you could bring your books and your sketchbook.
You also have a strange, undeniable sexiness to you. You may go insane.

Here's the thing - at first I thought "Dictator?  Bullshit."  But then the rest of it seemed surprisingly on target.  And I don't just mean the "undeniable sexiness" part. 

Rocco Was Right

So, after a few weeks of a "Closed For Vacation" sign on the door of my favorite neighborhood Jamaican joint (no pun intended), I happened by this weekend and noticed that the small restaurant had been emptied out and had a "For Rent" sign was hanging in the window.

I guess Rocco (from NBC's The Restaurant) was right about one thing - when a restaraunt says "Closed for Vacation," it's never going to reopen.

On the other hand, I did find 2 new neighborhood restaraunts this weekend. One is Bar/American food with a patio and the other is a Steak/Seafood place. Hopefully, they'll help to ease my pain as I mourn the end of cheap and convenient beef patties and coco bread.

Easy For You To Say

A few weeks ago, I was in court when I was asked to represent a return on warrant. This man (my new client) was sentenced to do one day of community service about 15 years before (honestly, I don't even remember what he was originally arrested for). There had been a warrant for his arrest for the past 15 years.

I looked through his file and then went out in the hallway to speak with him. My first question in these interviews is usually, "So, why didn't you do the community service?" I figured he might not remember why he didn't do community service this one day fifteen years ago.

But I asked anyway. His answer went something like this. "Mumble mumble mumble sick. Mumble mumble mumble mumble foot. Mumble mumble doctor. Mumble mumble mumble hospital. Mumble mumble mumble toe." This went on for a while and I had no clue what was going on. Slowly I began piecing the story together - he had some health problems, was sick and needed surgery, spent some time in the hospital, and when he got out he was in no condition to pick up litter in the park or whatever they have you do for community service. By the time he started feeling better a few weeks or months later, he had forgotten about the community service.

I knew the judge well enough to figure she'd probably just close the case and not make him do the day community service. Especially since he was an older man, not in great health, and he hadn't been arrested in 15 years.

So, we go in front of the judge, and I'm prepared to start telling the story about his surgery, when the judge just starts asking my client questions.

"Sir, what happened? You were supposed to do community service."
Once again, "Mumble mumble mumble toe. Mumble mumble mumble mumble foot. Mumble mumble doctor. Mumble mumble mumble hospital. Mumble mumble mumble toe."
The D.A. and I look at each other and smile.
The court reporter seems to by typing something, but looks up at me with a panicked look in her eyes.
But the judge continues (as if she fully understood his mumbling), "Surgery? What for?"
And my client continues, "Mumble mumble mumble sick. Mumble mumble mumble laid up. Mumble mumble mumble surgery."
By this point the D.A. and I are cracking up.
I'm thinking to myself, "I'm going to have to get some money together so I can order the minutes from this."
But then I notice that the court reporter has given up and is just reading a magazine which was on the table in front of her. No point in trying, I guess.
And the judge continues, "But you should've come back to the court. There was a warrant for your arrest."
My client: "Mumble mumble mumble mumble. Mumble mumble mumble."

And the judge looks really satisfied with this answer. Finally, she says, "I'm marking the docket satisfied. Case closed."

And what made me think of this incident today, after all these weeks? This great video called "Why I Quit Being a Court Reporter," which I found through crimlaw. Enjoy, it's really funny.

Flattery Will Get You Everywhere

Some days you wonder if there's anyone out there reading this. Some days you wonder if you're just talking to yourself. I mean, it's not like I get 30-80 comments on every entry, like Julia over at tequila mockingbird.

But, so far, I've felt pretty comfortable with the fact that at least I know Ken at crimlaw is reading this. And that'd be enough for me.

Finding out that the author of All Deliberate Speed has a "blog-crush" on me just gave a big boost to my blogging ego. So big, in fact, that I changed the tagline at the top of my page.

Now I'll never be able to quit this blog.

TV Time

Time to talk about TV...

First off, I'm really enjoying Simple Life 2: Road Trip. The most surprising thing though, is how much I like Nicole Richie. I enjoyed the first season of Simple Life and thought Paris Hilton stole the show and I didn't really notice Nicole Richie too much. I really liked checking out Paris's clothes and how she was just SO clueless - Nicole seems to have had a little more exposure to the real world. But this season, I just think Nicole is great. First, she's got this great dog, that looks just like my parents' dog. Second, episode after episode she's proven herself to be clever, confident, and supportive of her friends. Plus, she doesn't take any shit from anybody. Two weeks ago, when the one boy in the household called Paris stupid, I respected that she was quick to stand up for her best friend (and got him back in the end). This past week, I loved how the boy came over to date the little girl in the house and she gave him such a great lecture. Go Nicole!

Second, it's total fluff, but I'm really digging The Ashlee Simpson Show. The one thing I'm always left wondering, though, is what's up with their mother? (For those who don't know, Ashlee is Jessica Simpson's little sister.) I mean, the mother lives in Texas, right? But she's in pretty much every episode of Ashlee and of the Newlyweds. But, anyway, as far as Ashlee goes, she's fun to watch.

And then, there's some good quality summer programming. Such as Monk(best show currently on TV), Crime & Punishment (don't worry, I'm sure someday I'll end up writing an entire post on L&O:C&P), and Amazing Race (definitely the most exciting show of the summer). I'm still on the fence about Fox's The Jury, but I'll keep watching and see if it gets better.

And I'm hooked on watched another show every day now, but I don't want to say anything more or I might jinx it.

Thank goodness for Tivo, or I'd never get out to see the summer sun...

A Little Help?

You know those little felt antlers you can buy for your dog? The one with an elastic band that goes around the dog's neck. You know, make your dog look like a reindeer for Christmas?

I'm trying to find a pair. And I can't wait until Christmas time.

Anyone have any suggestions? I tried eBay and didn't have any luck.


Guess Who's Back

I'm back from a good little vacation. I had a great time, relaxed, got some sun, and forgot all of life's problems. But I'm back now.

And just one day in court reminded me that there are still a lot of problems out there.

So, enough messing around, let's get back to work. After Amazing Race.

New York's Finest

Ok, just one more thing before I leave. I thought this article about NYPD Officer Eduardo Delacruz was inspiring, and I wanted to share it.

Officer Delacruz is truly an example of his city's "finest."  Maybe he could go to L.A. and give lessons in civility to their officers.

Vacation (Have to Get Away)

I'm getting out of town, so this page will be quiet for a while.

Just a few quick things before I go though.

First, apparently, prosecutors read my blog. Maybe I can liberal-ize them just a little bit.

Second, I highly recommend Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story. Hilarious!

Third, I know I wrote that I'd try to follow the Lynne Stewart trial here. Unfortunately, there is just isn't a lot of news coming from that trial. I don't know if it's just because it's not as big of a story as Scott Peterson, Courtney Love, Joel Steinberg, or Michael Jackson, or if the media has decided that people just don't care much about terrorism anymore. Either way, I know a few people who are watching the trial - if I hear anything interesting, I'll mention it.

Ok, I have plenty more to write, but I need to get ready for my vacation. Enjoy the holiday, and I'll be back next week.