An Open Letter to Uncle Sam

Dear Uncle Sam,

You Suck!!!  You are my least favorite Uncle.  All you ever do is take, take, and take some more.  I filled my taxes today.  What a joke.  I have a negative groos income and yet you still took 18% of my paycheck today.  And then with the money I do have left you take sales tax everytime I buy necessities.  You take Social Security but will I ever see any of it?  I don't like supporting you..  No Not One Bit!!!  I don't like you or your government so why should I pay for your continued incompetence??  Though I'm not a big fan of the Trumpster he pretty much can sum everything you need to know in two little words...You're fired!!!

PS.  Since you are now fired I will no longer be paying you a salary.  Good luck in the unemployment line with the rest of America!!!  See how you feel about free healthcare when you no longer have any income.

Suggestions

Now that I'm done with law school I have lots of free time on my hands, especially in the evenings and I need a hobby to occupy my time.  Any and all suggestions will be taken under advisement.  Feel free to list as many as you can and remember free is always good!

Barrister's Ball was last night AKA Law School Prom. 

Laffy Taffy

I was in the checkout line at Target and lo and behold what should I find?  Cherry Laffy Taffy. It immediately reminded me of my favorite food at football games when I was younger, so I of course had to buy one.


Sometimes things aren't every as good as the memory of them, but that my friends was not the case today. My first bite into the soft and chewy taffy was every bit as good as I remembered it. The cherry flavor rushed to my taste buds and memories came flooding back. My grandpa picking up the grandkids to take us to the football games. Sitting in the car (or later his pink truck) watching the game and discussing whatever topic seemed important at the time. Him giving each of us a dollar to spend at the concession stand. Going to the concession stand and deciding between 1 grape and 1 cherry laffy taffies or 2 cherry laffy taffies. Eating the laffy taffy like a sucker savoring ever last bit of it. Stretching the taffy into long strands. Sitting in the stands and watching the cheerleaders.

It's amazing how many memories a single piece of candy can stir up. I can honestly say that it was the best $0.67 I have spent in a very long time. And the memories are priceless. (Ohh and if any credit card companies are reading this and would like to hire me as a spoke person I did pay with my MasterCard.)

Classic

Nebraska at it's finest

Quote of the day...

"I'm so glad you are my lawyer, you look like a real lawyer."


Anyone know what a fake lawyer looks like???

I love my clients they totally make my day.

Please be dressed appropriately

With my first trial, with my own clients, scheduled to start tomorrow, I'm sitting on the couch enjoying a lovely glass of red wine and listening to an easy listening station on Sirius XM. And my only thought is that I hope my client is dressed appropriately for court. You would be surprised what people wear or don’t wear to court. It is of course a jury trial so appearances matter and I haven't been able to get a hold of her to remind her tomorrow the trial is tomorrow or to tell her what is and isn't courtroom appropriate attire. I would call her but of course the phone numbers we have on file are no longer working numbers and she has made no attempt to contact our office to inquire into her case. I have a festive green shirt picked out for tomorrow. I'm prepared for trial but will she be?




And this of course leads me into my next train of thought...how incredible grown up I've become. Not because I've have a grown up job, have graduated law school, or even that I'm over 25. No the realization that I've come to is that I rather enjoy red wine. I like drinking it in my pretty beaded glasses my Aunt & Uncle gave me two Christmases ago. I like the smell of red wine. And I like the taste. I used to dislike all wines but especially red wines. My taste buds have matured and that can only mean one thing, I'm a real grown up. ~Cheers~

No words...

Do you ever just want to SCREAM?  That's how I feel right now.  I want to scream at the top of my lungs untill I can't scream anymore.  I don't want to talk, I don't want to be quite I just want to scream....but really what's the point?  Screaming won't accomplish anything, it doesn't change anything.  And it would probably just annoy my roommates.  What's a girl to do.

The last two weeks or so I've been in a considerable amount of pain.  I thought that it was probably just a flair up of the lupus, but then I got a call from my Doctor tonight.  (you know its serious when your doctor calls you at 8:30 at night) to tell me that my blood tests look really bad and he wants the number of my pharmacy now so he can call in an emergency perscription for steroids.  And at the same time schedule additional blood tests.  All the while moving up my appointment for no later than early next week. (he'll make his office squeze me in). 

Everything was going so well.  I was realatively pain free for almost 3 months without steroids and now this. I'm mad, I'm angry, I'm frusterated, I want to scream!!!  And at the same time I keep telling myself it could be worse.  In fact people that are close to me are in much worse situations.  I know I should be greatful that I'm not in their situation but I'm not.  It just makes me angrier because none of us should be in this situation.  I still just want to scream.