• Come here often?

    This is not how I envisioned greeting St. Patty’s Day in 2004… up way past my bed time with a serious case of insomnia. Well, while I’m up, what’s new in John’s world? There was another triumphant return to court. Why do I insist on referring to my court days as “triumphant?” To be honest, I haven’t quite figured that one out either. There’s my wife’s increasingly distended abdomen (by the way, she’s positively thrilled that I’m discussing her anatomy with all of you). There’s a whole crap load of administrative hearings coming up on Thursday that I still haven’t prepared for (maybe that’s why I’m still awake?). There’s my Tampa colleague that relies on me to float the whole boat on administrative hearing days. There are the increasing signs that Beth will end up being medicated for some kind of attention disorder.

    Then there’s this evening. Much of it was spent reading my own stuff (namely, this blog). I’m not ashamed to admit that I enjoyed reading it. Should I be worried that I entertain myself too easily? Beth went to bed and I spent a pleasant evening bantering with my wife about nothing in particular, in between reading old entries on this blog.

    I spend a perfectly good, carefree evening with the family unit, then I go to bed and start dwelling on unpleasantries. In five hours I will be getting up to get ready for work.

    Ug.


  • What?

    In court folks were hedging. I get home and things were hinging.

    Now I’m ready to be hung.


  • Fifteen minutes.

    One exciting thing has happened in the last day or so… Cheryl saw her cousin on T.V. There is a “reality” show on FOX called “Playing it Straight”, and her cousin is part of a group men trying to win the affection of an unsuspecting damsel. Normally I am not a big fan of “reality” T.V. (remind me again what exactly is real about it?), but I must admit to a bit of fascination seeing someone I have met, and someone my wife has hung out with, strut his stuff on national television. I’ve heard stories about the guy heading out west, chasing a dream that many share but few realize. Seeing someone you’ve met get close enough to reach out and touch that dream is pretty cool.

    As much has I hate to admit it, I probably be watching.

    Good luck Bill.