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Depositions are fun.  Well, fun is a strong word, but interesting.      It is very rare that you get 5-10 people into one room and watch a question and answer session between two individuals while it is tape recorded. Unless of course you go to a lot of depositions. Maybe that is the definition of a deposition – 5-10 people, one room, question and answer session, tape recording.     The tape recording is very complex – involving microphones and an individual with a mouthpiece, who is the court reporter. The court reporter talks into the mouthpiece and repeats everything that is uttered by both sides of the table and takes notes (at least I think that is what was going on).     I had a friend a few years ago that was dating an attorney – my friend was a clerk at the law firm where this attorney worked. And the attorney used to have some sort of past with one a particular court reporter – he had taken her out on a date or something, before he met my friend. Well, my friend the clerk would get kind of paranoid and bothered by her attorney using this particular court reporter – really more irritated than anything. (There is really no point to this story, other than that this is what was going on in my mind during the deposition).

Gosh, I wish I had saved some of those sandwiches from lunch.  I wonder if there are any cookies left?

I think depositions are the reason that people don’t like attorneys – because attorneys talk a different language than regular people and so attorney #1 can say something that makes no sense to a regular individual – but that makes total sense to another attorney. But the attorney is going to object to things as a regular guy would understand things, not the way the attorney would understand things.

Attorney #1 is trying to make the person being deposed say something very particular, and Attorney #2 is trying to keep the person being deposed from saying whatever it is that Attorney #1 wants him to say through objections that are very possibly lost on the person being deposed. So you end up having the same question rephrased quite a few times.

It is all very technical, and there seems to be a lot of room for error. But basically it is a whole other language and the regular person who is being deposed ends up feeling rather confused and left out, and we all hate to feel like that.

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Difficulties

Could someone please teach me how to put on mascara without getting it all over my face or potentially putting my eye out?

I know that it is unacceptable to be a 24 year old female and still struggle with this simple hand-eye skill, but I must confess it is a talent I have yet to master.

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Heeeeellllooooooo my dearest Chuckie’s loyal readers. I am Jessica, Chuck has given me posing rights so I will be the occasional guest star here at the thin line…and don’t worry, I too am ridiculously idealistic and e somewhat delusional, so the same sunny attitude will apply.

Right now if I had a bottle containing a genie, my 3 wishes would be…

1. For a small monkey that would run around town and do my bidding, right now I would send him to Chick-fil-A to fetch Charlsie and me some delicious chicken biscuits and soft drinks bigger than our heads, and Charlsie’s would have a spill-proof lid. The reasoning behind this fancy lid is that last night when we made the cab take us to the Roo Miss Paine spilled her 32oz Big Gulp all over the counter while attempting to purchase the poweraidey goodness. This was not an isolated incident…there were also 12oz of cold Miller Light goodness spilled all over Cam at Cutters. tisk, tisk

2. For the fall to hurry up and get here because I cannot wait to (1) find out what happens on the OC (2) hurry football season hurry! I can’t wait any longer! (3) attend my first ever Georgia-Florida (4) see all my fantastical law school friends without the burden of being a first year (5) OK there are too many reasons to name but I really want the fall to get here!

3. That in addition to the monkey’s talents at the wheel and with a credit card, he would also be one heck of an amazing chef and one be downstairs right now whipping up omelets and blueberry pancakes.

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It is about to storm something fierce.  Thunderstorms make me happy.  Especially now that I have a new rain coat.

Summer storms are one of the most awesome things about the South.  Of course there are awesome storms elsewhere, like at the Lodge, but Georgia holds it’s own when it comes to natural disasters. 

Summer storms at the lodge happened around 4 pm every afternoon in July. What used to kill me is that people would get married at 4 pm. Public Service Announcement – find out what the weather patterns are in the place where you want to exchange vows BEFORE the day of the wedding.

The Thunder and the Rain are already here!!!!!!

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The locals of Bolotnikovo, Russia are a little upset.  The villagers awoke this morning to discover that the lake on which the village is located disappeared overnight, leaving a giant mud hole. The fishermen of the area are obviously concerned. The village is located in the Nizhegorodskaya region, on the Volga river east of Moscow.

Officials say that the lake might have been sucked into an underground cave system and that a human could not have survived if caught in the catastrophe. When the lake disappeared it took surrounding trees underground with it.

But not everyone in the village buys this underground cave theory.

"I am thinking, well, America has finally got to us," said  one old woman, as she sat on the ground outside her house.   

From Reuters – via gmail news. 

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Two Pots

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a Pole, which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of Water.

         

          

         

At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot Arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with The woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.

         

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

         

After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the Woman one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."

         

The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side Of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the Path, and every day while we walk back, you water them." "For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."

         

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

         

To all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell The flowers…  ;- )

         

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Blue Like Jazz

I am in love with the book – Blue Like Jazz, "Nonreligious thoughts on Christian Spirituality," by Donald Miller. It is amazing. I think I will give y’all a little excerpt (I haven’t read the whole thing, but so far it is awesome):

Chapter 1 – Beginnings
"I started to sin about the time I turned ten. I believe it was ten, although it could have been earlier, but ten is about the age a boy starts to sin, so I am sure it was in there somewhere. Girls begin to sin when they are twenty-three or something, but they do life much softer by their very nature and so need less of a run at things."

Chapter 3 – Magic
"Everybody wants to be fancy and new. Nobody wants to be themselves. I mean, maybe people want to be themselves, but they want to be different, with different clothes or shorter hair or less fat. It’s a fact. If there was a guy who just liked being himself and didn’t want to be anybody else, that guy would be the most different guy in the world and everyone would want to be him."

Chapter 5 – Faith
"The Goofy thing about Christian Faith is that you believe it and don’t believe it at the same time. It isn’t unlike having an imaginary friend. I believe in Jesus; I believe he is the Son of God, but every time I sit down to explain this to somebody I feel like a palm reader, like somebody who works at a circus or a kid who is always making things up or somebody at a Star trek convention who hasn’t figured out the show isn’t real."
I get really excited about new books to read.  They are like new friends.  Betsy told me about this one, and I love her.

Is today Wednesday?  Happy Wednesday!

p.s. I love my new family I am living with – they are awesome.

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Dang it

Now I have to write stuff down.  I would rather talk about it then write it down.

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iPods

Megan cracks me up, I love watching people with their ipods.  Music collections are very personal, yes?

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Dave! – Bojangles is the happiest place on earth – they have the best biscuits in all of the world – and serve breakfast all day long with a drive thru and a smile! (Locations – sorry pete). 

My favorite is the Cajun Filet Biscuit Combo with seasoned fries (now you can enjoy bojangles seasoning at home or the office).

Oh, and Rome also has a Dwarf house Chick-fil-A (which is a chick-fil-a that is also a sit down restaurant like a steak and shake – but better, and they serve lots more stuff than the regular chick-fil-a). Dwarf houses are really fun and always have crushed ice. Yesterday the dwarf house had all you can eat chicken nuggets from 5-9 – although I missed the event. I hope all you can eat nuggets happens every Monday.

I haven’t really been playing on the internet much. I’ve been playing on westlaw a good bit, but that is about all. I miss the internet.

But I get to think about problems all day, and I like solving problems, so I might end up actually liking the practice of law. My attorneys are fun and nice and everyone who works in the office is really friendly and sweet. We are going to win the lottery together.

Oh, and they have great coffee.  And a huge refrigerator filled with soft drinks.  Things are going to work out.

Rome is much colder than Augusta, it was 55 degrees on my way to work this morning, I almost feel like I’m in the mountains!!

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