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Big Trial This Week

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

I spent 20 or more hours over the weekend preparing for the permanent custody trial that will occur on Friday. As a result, I overate yesterday, although I stayed within calorie range.

Mostly, it was mindless eating that occurred while reading caseworker activity log (247 pages) and writing the barebones timeline for the case.

The culprit: potato chips. I rarely crave sweet things. My soft spot is salty things.

Anyway, all was OK, except that I had so many calories with potato chips that there was not room for a decent meal, calories wise.

ONWARD!

  
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DESERTMOTH 2/20/2013 1:12PM

    I know the pain of trial prep. I am just getting into doing family law. Criminal jury trials are my real love but they rarely pay the bills. The family law stuff is so much more stressful that I would probably eat a lot too but at least you stayed in range which is great

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SUECHRIS50 2/19/2013 9:50PM

    Birds of a feather girl!! emoticon is my big downer!


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PATRICIAAK 2/19/2013 9:09PM

    Been there, done that. Start over fresh.

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LAWANDMUSIC 2/19/2013 5:57PM

    Thanks, ladies. It will be a stressful day, but I expect to win the case. Three children, ages 10, 7, and 5.

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MARTYLYNN1 2/19/2013 12:53PM

    I tend to turn to food when stressed and I imagine you job is very stressful but also rewarding when you are able help families in crisis. I hope the trial goes well.

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MILPAM3 2/19/2013 9:52AM

  Praying your hard work will not return anything but the outcome you desire. Bless the children...they need security and love.

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JACKIE542 2/19/2013 8:52AM

    Have a good day today hope all turns out well. emoticon

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BUSYGRANNY5 2/19/2013 7:28AM

    I sometimes struggle with eating too many empty calories to justify a decent meal, but still try to get something healthy in, if not the empty calories ended up calling my name again later...

It sounds like you're prepared for your trial! Hoping the results are what you want!

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DMEYER4 2/19/2013 6:49AM

  good luck with the custody trial. I hope you have a better day today

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AZMOMXTWO 2/19/2013 6:48AM

  good luck on the trial I hope it comes out right for the child (children) they are the ones who matter the most

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Where I Did My Homework

Monday, February 18, 2013

I did my homework in my bedroom. Always. Never in the pubic areas of the house. Except, of course, reading, which I did everywhere, except at the dinner table. I worked hard, starting in elementary school, to have NO homework to take home, but that effort largely failed by eighth grade. We had papers to research and write (on typewriters). We had pages and pages of math to complete. We had many chapters to read and answer questions in history, science, and whatever.

Back to my homework space. I had, in elementary and junior high, an interesting set-up. It was a corner set, with the desk in the corner, with a huge work surface, the clothing drawers to the right of the desk, along the wall, and some storage drawers on the left of the desk, along the wall. The desk and drawers were made of some lightweight colored wood, and those drawers held nearly all of my belongings, except for the hanging clothes and my piano, and my bed. Really cool. Anyway, I faced the corner as I worked. That was not terribly comfortable for me. It brought back visions of being stuck in the corner for transgressions. However, I had my small fish tank on the desk, with my guppies and neon tetras. I had a drawer under the desk for my pencils, sharpener, hole punch, stapler, etc.

Later, in high school, my parents bought me an antique desk. It did not have a huge surface, but it was very pretty, solid, and I used it until I gave it to my eldest daughter four years ago. It had a drawer that was larger than the one on my original desk. I think the real difference is that my “new” one for high school was antique, made of cherry, solid, and had some history to it. The first desk was “new”, had no real solidity to it, although I know that I made good use of it. The high school desk felt like a writer’s desk. I had a hard time opening my textbooks on it, so I positioned the desk next to my bed. The bed provided a huge surface for laying books and papers on. I still have the habit of using my bed as a huge workspace. I never did store my papers/books on the bed. It was a strictly temporary surface.

I loved doing my homework at that second desk. I was not forced to face the corner, for one. Second, I did not get distracted by my lovely fish. After the other desk left the house, I had a small table with two drawers (I still have that table) for my fish tank. Today, that table is between a reclining rocker and the fireplace in our family room. It has a table lamp on it and the TV remotes stored in the drawers. It is made of walnut, and its pieces are joined by square nails.

I used that second desk for college (last three years), and for general writing purposes and storage of office supply purposes until I purchased my cherry desk that has seven drawers. I purchased that desk at an office supply place in Pasadena, California, for $200. It was an antique and the prior owner had been an architect, or so I think, because of the writings embedded in the finish on the desk! That desk is in our library, and serves us by keeping extra office supplies, old membership cards and photos, and our collection of pens and pencils.

I have been blessed with good writing surfaces for nearly my entire life. I now have a beautiful large oak desk that more than minimally serves my needs for study, reading, writing, and general enjoyment of life. That desk overlooks the family room sofa and allows me to do work/planning while watching football games!

I am now on the hunt for a tall desk, a breakfront, or something like it, to store our gift wrapping materials. I want to see the beautiful grosgrain ribbons, instead of storing them in a cardboard box. I know this is somewhat exotic – to use a desk that used to house books on its shelves, to store ribbons. But I have priced “new” gift wrapping storage/use systems , and WOW!!! SO expensive! Shoot, I can get a great upright desk system, antique, for somewhere between $180 and $800, depending on the quality, and where I go to look for one. Walnut, cherry, oak. I do not care, well, I probably will not chose maple. It would be a lovely addition to our furniture, and serve a cool purpose: visual peek at our pretty gift wrapping ribbons. So, I am on the hunt for said piece of furniture. One more useful container!

  
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PATRICIAAK 2/18/2013 8:56PM

    Enjoy the hunt.

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MARTYLYNN1 2/18/2013 12:34PM

    I love natural wood furniture. We had beautiful oak cabinets in our home we sold 2 1/2 years ago. I learned that the people who bought it painted them white. I almost cried!

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Rolled up skirt waistband

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Aw, yes. Seventh Grade. A crushing, embarrassing, difficult year for most folks.

Even though I was fairly protected from the usual female/female nonsense of that year, I still did care what people thought. At that time, skinny girls were wearing their skirts about seven inches above their knees, whether or not they could “get away with it.” Either my mom, or I, sewed my clothes. I loved my clothes. I felt so good in them (Thanks, Mom!).

But the skirts met the middle of my knee cap! Geeze! That would not do. I was unpopular because I was sort of smart, and ran around with guys on the track team. I also, along with most of the kids that I knew, took my schoolbooks home at night to complete homework, or read for the next day’s class.

So, I got a great idea: if I could only make my clothes more “hip”, then maybe, just maybe, I would not be corned in the halls and be labeled a “narc”. So, one week, I got to school, rolled up my skirt waistband once, twice, or even three times. Each roll lifed the hem of my skirt about ¾ inch or more.

That helped a lot. That is, until the fourth day of this behavior. The vice-principle of the school beckoned me to him during a break. I went over to him, and he chastised me for my short skirt. WHAT?? Everybody else (well, some others, really), were wearing nothing but high hems. Some of those girls could not sit down unless they had some guy’s sweater to lay over their knees. Maybe that was the purpose. Hmmmm.

I was told that (1) the vice principle knew that my mother would not allow me out of the house with a skirt that short, and(2) it did not matter what other girls did, I was an EXAMPLE for everyone else, and (3) had the superior responsibility to live up to the standards of my family and community. I was given a choice: either unroll my waistband or go home and get a longer skirt on. Oh, and explain THAT to mom. NOT.

So, I unrolled my waistband and muttered (internally) about the injustice.

From these things, I learned that a little rebellion is a good thing. But for me, personally, that rebellion should be quiet, not visible to the ordinary soul, and serve a better purpose than mere popularity.

  
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NUTRON3 2/18/2013 7:48AM

    good ole memories

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NANNABLACK 2/18/2013 7:13AM

    emoticon

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PATRICIAAK 2/17/2013 7:18PM

    At my school hem length was checked by having to kneel down. If it didn't touch the floor, it was too short!

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MARTYLYNN1 2/17/2013 5:22PM

    I think that was a common thing to do. Our school the rule was it could be no shorter than 3 finger width above our knees. I saw some girls get sent home for shorter.

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DIET_FRIEND 2/17/2013 4:37PM

    Cute story! I used to roll my skirt up too, or hike it to my armpits!

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A little trouble

Saturday, February 16, 2013

In seventh grade, at a brand new school was built just for us,Our school was built as pods, round pods, roughly 12-sided (nearly round). Each pod had a central, round, room that was used for a variety of purposes. I never had a class in the center of any of the pods. Each pod had six or eight classrooms. Funny, I am not sure about that. Anyway, it was pretty cool. Definitely not ordinary. I liked that.

So, in math class, which was our homeroom, and with the classmates that I had been with since either first or third grade, as well as some kids from the other elementary schools, we had an important announcement. Our teacher gave up the routine permission slips for the standardized tests that were scheduled for a couple of weeks away. I took that permission slip home. At dinner, we discussed, as always, what our days had been like, and I shared the news that I had that permission slip for a parental signature. Now, my dad was a red-headed, freckle-faced guy, and a born trouble maker. He said “What would happen if we did not give the school permission to give that test to you?” My mom was shocked. Well, maybe a little bit. She had a little bit of trouble maker blood, too. Anyway, after some discussion, and my internal examination of whether or not I was willing to take that question to school, it was left up to me. My parents did non intend to have me bypass that test. That was not the point. The point was what would happen IF they did not give consent.

Anyway, the next day, with some fear in my heart, I did not hand in my permission slip. It was in my PeeChee folder for math. When our teacher asked if everyone had handed in their slips, I raised my hand and said, "No.". That, in an of itself, was unusual, as I rarely volunteered for anything at that point in my life. Our teacher gave me the floor. I asked the question, something like: “My parents are wondering what would happen if they refused to give me permission to take the standardized test.”

One would have thought that I stripped naked in the room. The room was SILENT! Our teacher paused for a long period of time, and said “I do not know.” Well, that was news! He was one of our best teachers, and he didn’t know the answer to a simple procedural question. Well, he said he would get the answer. Good man! We continued with our class, and after the lessons, we went on to the next class.

Later in the day, I noticed that my mom was on campus. I saw her walking from the square (!) office to the building that our teacher had his office. Mom was dressed in her seersucker dress. IT was blue plaid. She had sandals on, and she carried her blue leather purse. I was not anxious to know what was happening. I never was called into the office until after mom left the campus. The office called me, and I spoke with both the principle and our teacher. They said that I would take the test as scheduled, thanked me for my question, and assured me that all would be OK.

When I got home that afternoon, mom said she would tell me what happened when dad got home. She was not happy with me – only because I had actually asked the question! I was sent to my room for the remainder of the afternoon. When dad got home, I was called out to the living room. Dad smiled from ear to ear. He told me that he was proud of me, but that I should not ever do that again. Mom did NOT want to be called to the school to answer questions posed by educational authorities. Perhaps that is why I rarely asked questions, answered questions, or questioned authority while still in school. Who knows?

I took the test. I did well. All was well, of course.

  
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DESERTMOTH 2/17/2013 11:52AM

    Our district in Nebraska also had a school with the round pods. I took my Church Confirmation classes there. I had forgotten all about the pods until your post. I think your questioning authority was great! I was a major people pleaser and would have never dared. My kids are not like me in that way and I am glad!

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PATRICIAAK 2/16/2013 5:51PM

    From reading your blogs, I sense a little of that streak of your parents.

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Scrumptious Breakfast

Saturday, February 16, 2013

This morning I got up and made some steel cut oats. It was SO GOOD that I had seconds. I am still under my breakfast calorie allotment. What a nice way to get a "stick to the ribs" breakfast without a ton of calories.

I am going out to get some walking in. It is 29 degrees (F) here, so I will go over to the antique mall to get some walking in. Then, if that is not enough, I will go over to the big box hardware store to get the remaining steps in.

I have not met my walking goal over the last two days. I need to make up for that!

ONWARD!

  
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PATRICIAAK 2/16/2013 2:12PM

    Enjoy

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DIET_FRIEND 2/16/2013 2:09PM

    If you prepare your oats a la Hungry Girl, one half-cup serving will fill the bowl 2 times and you'll get fruit allotment in too. It is very good and satisfying!

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