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I Might be Back…

I involuntarily retired from the practice of law. As a result, I feel way more charming and delighted these days. When one is deeply depressed (as I was) it’s hard to be “on” or funny. So we’ll see.





This is so fucking delightful.

This video is awesome. May take a while to download, but TOTALLY worth it.

The Mountain from Terje Sorgjerd on Vimeo.

I’m not a touchy-feely, “let’s sit in a trust circle and share our feelings” kind of person.  I keep shit to myself because displays of emotion make me uncomfortable and it confuses me that other people don’t do the same.  Plus, I generally feel like people have their own shit to deal with and shouldn’t have to deal with mine as well.

It’s because of this that my friends think I’m an emotional half-wit.  Which is fine, because I totally am.

The Origin, Part I

We were renters before that bitch Katrina.  Content…lo, happy even…to let some faceless landlord take care of leaks and electrical problems.  Then came the storm.  We evacuated like most and stayed away for months – living in Mandeville.  A place where social lives go to die.

Emboldened by the misguided idea that things in NOLA would be better post-Katrina, we began to search for a house to buy.  We foolishly believed that Mayor Nagin was still smart, rather than batshit crazy, and that the crime would stay away and the schools would flourish and churn out bright young minds who would go off to college and become doctors, engineers (NOT lawyers) and professors and come back to NOLA to share their newfound knowledge.

We eventually settled on a “renovated” side-hall shotgun in an “up and coming” neighborhood in the Irish Channel.  It was one of those things where we walked in and knew it was supposed to be our house.  A perfect condo-alternative, starter home.  Never mind the blighted houses on BOTH sides of our house – in this post-Katrina landscape, getting rid of blight would be a top priority and remedied quickly!

We closed on our Irish Channel gem on St. Patrick’s Day.  It seemed like kismet.  Then the wheels fell off.

**to be continued**

“What?  This sh*t feels good.  I ain’t moving.  SUCK IT.”

And I ❤ him for that…

It’s Already Broken…

I have no idea what, if anything, I have done to my lil’, fat, baby blog but apparently people’s comments are not showing up.  As my technical knowledge is limited to knowing just enough about something to royally F it up, I have been unable to fix the issue.  The hubs will have to deal with it when he has the time (and inclination).  In the meantime, feel free to write me glowing emails praising all of my fabulous word-smithing or leave a comment on the FB fan page.