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No. No-no-no-no-no….not that, no! Anything but that!

Ok, look, I wrote this whole thing about the sycophantic corporate types at the major networks being so money hungry that they can’t even pay a reasonable wage for a service rendered and that they are taking OUR money and padding their pockets instead of paying the people who make the shows really happen….and now it is affecting one of my favorite shows, The Office….

But something happened to that post and it didn’t show up on here so the bottom line is that I am asking you to write letters to these people.

Show your support and tell them that you plan on boycotting them (their boxed DVD sets, their merchandise, their shows during sweeps) and if the strike persists that you might just cancel your cable service altogether…. get your momma, your friends, your friends mommas….get them all to write a letter to these folks and send them out…

The WGA is being totally reasonable in their demands…and here they are.

We are entering an era of conscious consumerism and we need to be responsbile with where we spend our money. If we support companies that don’t support or treat people in their employ fairly then we are guilty by association….so, let’s do something about it.

Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Go Potty….

So, this actually happened a couple of weeks ago…but I forgot to post it.

It was dusk and Issa was out at a business meeting so I had the task of taking the girls potty by myself. Anyone who knows my Erin knows that she is quite a tugger on the leash. She will pull and pull and pull to the point that she is panting and choking just because she gets so excited.

So, in order to get to the potty place for the girls, we have to pass through a breezeway where the mailboxes for the complex are located. Every sound in that breezeway is amplified…and so as we entered the breezeway, I noticed there was a girl getting her mail. She had clearly just returned from work, was dressed very nicely and so I didn’t want the girls to bug her try to jump on her or get fun on her.

I just hung back a bit but I could hear Erin’s panting bouncing off all of the walls and then I noticed that the girl began to hurridly lock her box and scurry away so I began to follow after her, as long as she was ahead of me the girls wouldn’t bug her…and they could get to their potty…

But she finally turned her head over her shoulder in kind of a disgusted manner and saw me and looked surprised. I don’t know what she was expecting but it suddenly occured to me that Erin sounded a bit like a heavy breathing-pervert. So we both laughed, I apologized for my scary sounding dog…and I had a good story for dinner with my husband that night.

One of Those Times When God’s Smile is Undeniable

WARNING: PARENTS READ WITH CAUTION–THIS STORY IS GUTWRENCHING

When I was a little girl, we would call something fortuitous a “smile from God” or a “God smile”.  I can’t give any particular examples from my youth, but it goes a little something like this:

You desperately need a job. One evening before you go to bed you think about a friend you knew in High School and you are kind of taken aback because you hadn’t thought about that person in years–the next day you run into that person at the grocery store, and they just happen to know someone who is looking to hire a person with exactly your qualifications!

That is a “God smile”.

So, anyways…as I was folding laundry I had the news on and in the “personal interest” segment, the newscaster reminded viewers of an incident that occurred back in May of this year.

In what I can only describe as unspeakable tragedy, the lives of three young children, Kyle (5) Emma (4) and Katie (2), were snatched away when a big rig traveling at 55-60 mph slammed into the back of the family minivan that was at a full stop on the highway.  Mother, Lori Coble, was driving and although she she sustained serious injuries, she survived–as did her passenger.

As I watched the story I could barely swallow.  How does one survive? How do you get out of bed, and brush your teeth in the morning?  The segment replayed an earlier interview that the Cobels had given…Only months after this horrific loss the two, huddled together on the sofa in their family home, gave an interview about their push for an inquiry into traffic safety in California and how they were dealing with the aftermath of losing their precious little ones.

I held my breath as the reporter painfully asked if they were thinking about having more children…they smiled and said yes that they were–they had considered a fourth before the accident…and that they were simply childless parents at this point. They said that they lived for their kids and couldn’t imagine a future without more…

When the tape was over, the reporter in the studio announced that news had come to them this morning that Lori and Chris Cobel were expecting….triplets–due in MAY, the very same month (exactly one year) after the accident….and guess what else?  Two girls and one boy.

What can be said? It seems that there cannot be any comfort to those parents, and then “God smiles”.

It just forces you to step back and realize that…that is no accident, there is a miracle and a blessing in those little souls waiting to enter this world…light, in a very dark time.

I am sure I join many in saying that my thoughts will be with the Cobels during the next several months.

Cobel Memorial Website: http://lifetomotion.com/login/coble/index.html

Cobel Accident Story from the OC Register: http://www.ocregister.com/ocregister/homepage/abox/article_1726536.php

Does anyone have a tissue?

I Bought Sunblock…

Today I went to Target to pick up the little extras for the month…like soap, razors, shampoo and whatnot…and I picked up some sunblock…

Why?

It’s CRUISE time!

Yeah, you heard me. ALL ABOARD!  

After some discussion, we decided that November is the perfect time to take a vacation. The last couple of months have been stressful with family issues, Issa starting his new job, TWO moves over the summer, and of course the dreaded–BAR!

So, we had been kicking around the idea that we would go on a vaction sooner rather than later so as to not burn out too quickly…since we didn’t take the typical “bar trip” that so many law students take…and during our pondering we found a cruise that leaves the day after Issa bar results come in. It returns Thanksgiving day so we can spend the holiday with family, and Issa’s birthday is the following Saturday so it will be the Baresulbirthanksgivacation!

We are so excited, it is much needed! Bon Voyage!

Backasswards

Alright, since I have been really busy I haven’t had a chance to watch much TV–however, it seems that I have been bitten by the Issa cold bug and I don’t have a ton of energy to do anything this evening AND I have a DVR full of shows yet to be watched….so since Issa is playing basketball right now, I decided to catch up on some shows and I just now hit play on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition…

There is a family with a house in WY…and they rescue dogs…and their house is affected by Radon…

How’d they know? Their kids were getting sick. The little girls asthma got worse and the son had to quit playing sports because he came down with chronic bronchitis. The stats they gave were that one day in that home was the equivalent of smoking TWELEVE cigarettes a day for the children.

The mother and father were sitting there crying about their plight, and I want to be clear…my heart went out to them, it really did. They were explaining that they couldn’t sell the home because of the Radon and the bank wouldn’t refinance them….so they were just stuck in the house.

Ok, this is going to be harsh but HELLO! Your children are suffering and you bought a house that is poisoning your family…the DAY I learn that my children are sucking in carcinogens when they are sleeping peacefully, I am OUTTA THERE! Let the bank foreclose, sue the people who sold it to you…but live in a TRAILER, a cheap motel room…the garage of a relative’s home–ANYTHING…

Money is never a good reason to allow your children to suffer slowly and it is a seriously small thing in the span of your life if you say “I made a bad decision and I am going to fix it”…screw some arbitrary credit rating or the dollar signs in my bank account…the life of my family is more important than anything….

It just doesn’t make sense to me that people live in hopelessness and despair and refuse to acknowledge their own power….not in a case like this, not at all.

The Longest Week of My Life….

Well, I am sure I have had a ton of long weeks in my life but for some reason this one seems the longest.  Perhaps it is the gaining an hour thing but it could also be the fact that Issa has been sick and God love him, he is a man and therefore a GIGANTIC baby…but there were of course other, more susbstantial, things from which I am still recovering.  First, there was the party on Wednesday and since I know you are all just dying to hear how it went, I will tell you…

Tuesday night, the night before the party, I went shopping for all of my last minute items…like plastic forks and serving trays as well as all of the food I would need to cook. I determined that I had far too many items on the menu to wait until the last minute to prep things, so I wanted to make sure that, come the day of the party, I didn’t have to leave the house. I will tell you, I hit so many places looking for this or that, I ended up being out all day long (beginning at about 10 in the morning) and my day only ended when I finally found a bag of caramels at a Walgreen’s in a neighboring city at 9:30 at night–apparently caramels are a hot commodity. I was exhausted but I dragged my behind home and unloaded the groceries at  their “stations” around the kitchen (organized according to where they would be cooked) and set to unwrapping 40+ candies for my caramel apples…harder than it sounds, those wrappers have a nasty little habit of sticking to the candy.

Since I still had some time and some energy left (emphasis on SOME), I decided to just go ahead and make the caramel apples and it is a good thing I did because I barely had time to do everything else I needed to do on Wednesday. Anyways, as far as the caramel apple process goes, it was relatively simple. I assume most people know how to make them, but if you don’t–the easiest way–without making your OWN caramel is to just add about two tablespoons of water and 40 caramels to a pot on the stove and melt on low…the low part is crucial, and I messed this up the first time so I was forced to unwrap another 40 caramels because I inadvertently had the heat too high and got what can only be described as lumpy crunchies…the second time was much better, although it took a whole lot longer….bottom line is that the caramel apples were a success after a false start but I think if I ever plan on making them again I am going to buy a special candy melter because cleanup was no fun…

Next, I boiled the macaroni and grated the pound of cheddar and the smoked gouda for the fried mac and cheese. Ok, note to self: DON’T USE CHEESE GRATER AGAIN!   Although that is too little too late for my little digits, they can consider it a lesson learned.

You see, when I was little, we had this awesome contraption where you could just slice a hunk of cheese and twist the handle, and it would grate the cheese for you…because we had this lovely contraption, I had never learned to grate cheese like the rest of the cheese grating world–without grating my thumbs/knuckles as well….so again lesson learned, I am ordering one of these:

Ok, so next I moved on to my dirt and worms, mixed the pudding, blended in the whipped cream, and crunched the cookies, then layered away.  That didn’t take too long but by the time I was done, it was nearly 1:00 and I was pooped….HOWEVER, I wanted to hang some pictures in the bathroom and some curtains in the livingroom and finish some finer points of cleaning–plus I had to clean up after myself in the kitchen, so I didn’t get to sleep until about 4:00. The next morning I was up at 8:00 and got straight to work with the rest of the food…I made the meatballs, finished the mac and cheese, and put my “party wings” into the crockpot to cook all day…Although I timed everything fairly well, I went right down to the wire and pulled out the last dish out of the oven just as the first guests arrived.

All in all, I think it went off pretty well. People seemed to love the hot dogs wrapped in croissants aka “bloody, bandaged severed fingers” and they were gone in an instant. They were generally hesitant about the other “fun foods” but once the party got started and people shook the work off of them (most of them came straight from the office), and dug into things like the “bug guts” (chips and guacamole), and the “bat wings” (chicken wings)….they seemed to have a good time talking and socializing and I was extremely happy to see that there were some people who worked at the firm but had never met or met briefly and were introduced for the first time at our party…which means that no matter what it generally was a success in what I inteded to accomplish and that was provide a mixer for the first years…

Anyways, so…at the end of the party the thing that was the most popular was the “bat wings” which is why I want to share my recipe for some DELICIOUS chicken with you…

The other day, I was at Marshalls and there was an extra special sale on the cookware and kitchen accessories, so I picked up a couple of cookbooks that seemed interesting…and when I decided I wanted to make party wings, I flipped through the books and found that there was a recipe for “Asian Spiced Chicken Wings” in the crockpot book which I frankly can’t say enough about. They were so good, people just kept coming back for more!  Since they were such a hit, I feel I have to share…So here’s the recipe:

3lbs of chicken wings

1 cup of soy sauce

1 cup packed brown sugar

1/2 cup ketchup

1 teaspoon fresh ginger, minced

1 clove garlic, minced

1/4 cup of dry sherry

1/2 cup hoisin sauce (this is a plum sauce that can be found in the Asian food section of your grocery store)

1 tablespoon of fresh lime juice

2 tablespoons of sesame seed, toasted

1/4 cup of green onions, thinly sliced (I didn’t include these, didn’t think it was necessary)

1. Preheat broiler, place chicken on broiler pan, broil 4-5 inches from heat for about 10 minutes per side, or until wings are brown. Transfer to slow cooker.

2. Add soy sauce, brown sugar, ketchup, ginger, garlic and sherry; stir thoroughly to coat wings. Cover and cook on low for 5-6 hours or on high for 2-3 hours or until the wings are no longer pink. Stir once, halfway through the cooking time in order to baste wings with sauce.

3. Remove wings from crock-pot slow cooker. Reserve 1/4 cup of cooking liquid, combine with hoisin sauce and lime juice. Drizzle mixture over wins. Sprinkle with sesame seeds and green onions before serving.

Ok, so the drawback here is that there is some expense to the ingredients but it is perfect for a party and maybe a “once in a while” thing or if you are attending a potluck.  Now that I have things like the jar of minced garlic and ginger and the dry sherry I can use it for other things, but buying it initially was a little costly…but it is otherwise easy to make something that will make you appear like a culinary genius. 

Alright, well you might be disappointed by the next thing though. I know I said I would take pictures and although I charged Issa with that duty, he forgot so there is nothing to remember the party by but you can imagine the superness in your head and I am sure it will come close.

So, the party lasted all of about 2 hours and people had to leave–most of them had work to finish that evening–and so just as quickly as it began, it was over.

I barely had time to recover from the party and then had to turn around to get ready to leave for the weekend. Issa had a retreat at a resort in Palm Desert for first year associate training…to which spouses were invited. I needed a swimsuit and a pedicure so I spent the day packing, cleaning and shopping for those last minute essentials. 

So, a quick summary of the retreat: it was fun. I don’t know what else to say, we didn’t do anything crazy it was generally just relaxing and a change of pace….on Friday when we arrived, I received an 80 minute hot stone massage that was so intense I was shaking like a leaf and I swear I saw dead relatives…and so I spent Saturday sleeping the massage off while Issa was in meetings….well, sleeping and reading. It was a great opportunity to meet some of the coworkers and their families during the more social events.

What I found the most interesting about this weekend was that people generally followed the same path and had been to generally all the same places. Many people had been to UVA for undergrad or graduate school, many people–most, if not all had been to New York…many had been to D.C. and so we all had something to talk about…places we had visited and whatnot.  It was funny because I met a girl who was from Iowa and had gone to USD (University of San Diego) for undergrad and she then went to Virginia for law school and now she is working with Issa in Newport Beach which means she has lived everywhere we have lived (with the exception of Philadelphia)…so that is quite a coincidence, I think.

Oh! I almost forgot to mention the most exciting part of the weekend. Last night, at dinner, I was fortunate enough to be sat at the same table with the wife of one of the partners in the LA office of Irell…her name is Lisa See (here she is)

 

She is a highly acclaimed, New York Times Bestselling author! I couldn’t believe when she mentioned the name of her most recent book, I nearly fell out of my chair with excitement. I had just recently been browsing the books in Barnes & Noble when I picked up “Snow Flower and the Secret Fan” and considered it strongly but decided I would work my way through the alphabet….and purchase hers later.  She was fascinating to talk to and even more fascinating to read about. I encourage you to take a look at her bio and maybe even pick up a copy of her book?

 

Anyways, after a weekend of meeting and talking and doing the whole work-function thing I am glad to be home but I haven’t had a chance to do the meal planning for the week and that always takes a while, so I better get to it….

Hope all is well in your neck of the woods!

My heart hurts…Dwayne “Dog” Chapman–what’s WRONG with you!?

Those of you who know me know that I am a big fan of Dog the Bounty Hunter.  A BIG fan, in fact I have been hoping to get a chance to go to Hawaii for our next vacation in part because I want to see the Chapman’s and Da Kine Bail Bonds…

When Dog was arrested and faced jail in Mexico for the capture and detention of Andrew Luster, I wrote a letter and sent it to every politician I could. I wept for the state of affairs of a world in which a hero can be charged criminally for the heroic action…and what’s more, I felt that he was a powerful force of good for the people of Hawaii–a real life Superhero…and the fact that he was facing jail for a “crime” that was–in the opinon of most–just.

So my heart sank when I heard the news today.  Dog the Bounty Hunter has been suspended in reaction to a tape that was released to the tabloids. The tape is of a conversation between Dog and His son, Tucker–apparently the topic is Tucker’s girlfriend whom Dog does not like. He used the n-word several times in reference to her.

At first I thought it might be some fuzzy tape, some tape that sounded like that could have been what he said if someone told you that was what he said….and then they played it on the radio. They bleeped out the bad words…but clear as a bell, there it was…his voice is so distinct and it’s not as if he tried to deny that he said it…I was crushed.

Is that the type of person he is? The guy I stood up for? The guy I cried for as a modern day superman, taking down bad guys and trying to make them good again…

It gets worse, though…in my opinion. Sure, someone might be able to attempt to explain such offensivness away saying “I was drunk,” or “I was heavily medicated,” or “I was so enraged, I was blinded by fury because she stabbed me in the eye with a hot poker.”

But, it’s not that…it’s what he said IN context. I was googling the scandal and found this article. It quotes the transcript: “I’m not taking a chance…not because she’s black but because we use the word n—er sometimes here,” Chapman is heard telling his son. “I’m not going to take any chance ever in life of losing everything I’ve worked for 30 years because some drunken n—er heard us say n—er and turned us into the Enquirer magazine.”

D you see what I see here people? This can’t be explained away by saying “Oh, I was mad…”

No, he was concerned because he uses the word regularly and doesn’t want her to turn him in….he doesn’t want to stop saying it…SERIOUSLY!?

Really, Dog? Really? Well, what about your own moral Karma…or what if, just imagine…if the person that turns you into the Enquirer is your own son?? That’s apparently what happened. This article states that Tucker was the one who turned him over…”Television bounty hunter Duane “Dog” Chapman’s son taped a private phone conversation in which the reality star used a racial slur repeatedly, then sold it to a tabloid for “a lot of money,” Chapman’s lawyer said Thursday.”

I am disappointed and saddened. In fact, that doesn’t even cover it. I am devastated.

Who knew you were such an ugly angry hateful person, Dog?

This is one ex-fan you can be certain won’t be writing any free the dog letters in the future.