There Needs to be a Law

I apologize to any of you who are good lawyers. I realize there really is such a thing. I actualy know one or two. Unfortunately, more often than not we hear the bad stories… we’ve heard what poor Livey has gone through with all her troubles, and now it’s hit closer to home.

Youngest son, his girlfriend, a close friend of his and his date went to the ‘big city’ last night. The friend was driving. After dinner, they were pulled over by the police. Evidently the plates were run, as they do, and the next thing they knew the driver was being arrested. Why? Because he missed a court date he never knew he had.

A few weeks ago he’d gotten a DWI. I’m not saying that’s a good thing. It’s not. It’s not good at all and I’m glad he got a ticket and there was no accident caused and no one was hurt. He hired a lawyer, and was going to fight the ticket. I don’t remember the exact circumstances, but he evidently had a case. At any rate, he’d given the lawyer a hefty retainer and all was going to be taken care of.

What happens? The kid gets a letter from his lawyer saying they had a court date, but the kid doesn’t get it until after the date! He can’t get ahold of the lawyer, and now…bingo! He’s in jail for failure to appear. $10,000 bail. Can you believe it? Of course, on a Sunday when you can’t get a cashiers check or cash for bail… and who wants to hand over $1000 to a bail bondsman only to get pissed away just to get out 24 hours sooner? I’m sorry, that’s cracked!

His parents gave up on him along time ago, so guess we’re going to try and help him out. Hubby’s on the warpath to find this lawyer and be sure a complaint gets turned into the powers that be about this guy. Can you imagine? The very guy you are supposed to have on your side is the one that causes you to be where you are. As Hubby says, in this day and age of cell phones (yes, the kid has one) there is no excuse for this lawyer not to have gotten in touch with him and let him know about his court date. Then, you get put into the jail and 1) you can make as many calls as you want but 2) it’s a payphone and they’ve taken away all your money. Think on that one… nuts, huh?

Oh, hell… I’m thankful it’s not my kid, but still… I really feel for the kid. He’s a good kid and certainly didn’t need this…

Because You WERE Wondering

…about the party. I heard you mumbling to yourself as you clicked onto the site. What? No update yet? Has she even gotten HOME from this party? Maybe she was kidnapped and they forced her to eat gizzards and rocky-mountain-oysters and chug beer until she puked! D’you suppose??


We were one of the first ones there. I wasn’t drinking alcohol. I was the dd and needed to keep whatever wits I have left about me so the ‘bad Sue’ didn’t rear her ugly head. Hubby was a doll. He stayed with me until a woman I knew fairly well came and talked to me and kept me company most of the evening – and she really didn’t want to be there either. Whew! Then, as things went on, one of my co-workers wives came to talk to me, too. Between those two and Hubby checking up on me about every fifteen minutes, I made it through.

They had lots of food – you think I’m kidding about the gizzards and rocky-mountain-oysters? Nope. They had lots worse… and better. I ate a bit, but wasn’t really hungry, so just munched a bit. Then the music started and one of the twenty-somethings that was there decided to sing happy birthday to the host – off key – loudly – oh, my bleeding ears!!

I got some fashion tips. There was another twenty-something there with pink and lime green leather cowboy boots – handmade – ugly as sin. She was pretty proud of ’em, though. I saw guys who were there who weren’t supposed to be with women that shouldn’t have been let out of the house. I saw a woman couples who’d been divorced for years in the same room. Shocker. We didn’t stay long enough for the drunk brawling or the blowing chunks in the back of the bushes, but we stayed long enough for both of us.

Hubby was a sweetheart. He had me home before 10. Of course, I swear they must have tried to poison me. At midnight I was experiencing projectile vomiting along with projectile…uh… other things. Someone brought this up one time and wondered how you handled the two distinct problems happening at the same time. Easy. You sit on the toilet with a garbage can on your lap and let it all out. Believe me, you feel twenty pounds lighter when you’re done!

This morning I actually didn’t feel all that bad, just tired. Didn’t get a damn thing done today I was supposed to for Thanksgiving, but gee… what would it be without the panic-cleaning that involves shoving things in every unoccupied closet, slamming the door, and praying no one opens that particular one? Ah… I live for the excitement!