I am gonna go out on a limb here but.....

...it probably is not a good idea to cuss at your sentencing judge.  Outcome, remaining sentence revoked.  I should go into the prognostication business.

Time for a change?

I admit that every couple of years I get into this rut where I consider doing something else.  Usually, this impulse corresponds with a confluence of exceptionally needy clients and soul wrenching cases.

In the spirit of my biennial dilemma, I figured I would brainstorm my options.

male prostitute......while tempting, I have to think that middle aged, balding, overweight ex-attorneys are in much demand for that line of work

poker pro....now that one seems to always come up after a winning session at the local attorney home game.  Lets see, Thursday we played.  I bought in for $20 and left with about $70.  Using simple math it would seem that I can triple my money rather quickly.  However, the reality of the situation is that while I win far more often than I lose in the local home game, my experience at the casinos is far less rewarding. I believe that with some minor tweaks in my game, like eliminating that pesky tendency to have one disastrous hand per session, I could make a go of this.  Of course, my wife would kindly disagree.

more to come as I have to take the baby to the bathroom.

I should have my head examined!

I bleed orange and blue.  I watch 100 or so games a year.  I am in serious need of an intervention.  For you see, I am a NY Mets fan.  What a depressing team to root for.......well, at least I am not a Pirates fan.

First time for everything

I was sitting in Juvenile and Domestic Relations General District Court this morning minding my own business when hell froze over and I wasn't alone.  Attorneys throughout the courtroom were stunned.

Just when you think you have seen it all (and if you want to see the worst of society spend a morning in juvenile court) you get surprised.  What could surprise such a jaded soul? 

Well, I watched a mother ask the court to reduce the amount of child support the father of the child was paying.  That, in and of itself, would be strange enough but then things went all Twilight Zone.  The father then asked the court to increase his child support obligation.  The only sound you could hear was when the jaws of the half dozen attorneys in the gallery hitting the floor.

Will wonders never cease?

the things you see in court

Young lady going into Juvenile and Domestic Relations Court wearing skin tight black stretch pants, obviously lacking in undergarments, and a tube top.  She could have at least worn pasties.  I am fairly certain she has to wear them for work.  And could you at least take out the piercings from your nipples??  Did I mention the temperature didn't reach 40 here today?  My God woman!!

In a stunning turn of events, she didn't get custody of the kids.

RIP Justice Hassell

Last night a true legal scholar passed away.  Justice Hassell went to God way too young.  Virginia lost a special jurist today.

Same ole stuff, different day

So, I ran between three different courts in three different jurisdictions today.  What I found funny was that I was told, at least a half dozen times, SOSDD.  It seems that Tuesday, February 8, 2011 was just one of those days.

Oh yeah, I also received a talking to by a local judge for not discussing the case with my client prior to the hearing.  I guess I should have spent more time with her.  Nevermind that I sat through three in office meetings with this client (approx. 4 hours total), read multiple letters she and her boyfriend wrote, spoke to her at least twice on the phone, showed up 45 minutes prior to the hearing to calm her down, and then wrote down exactly what was going to happen for her.  She still reared like a wild mustang in a thunderstorm at the preliminary hearing.  Oh well, SOSDD.