All posts by Savvy Spoonie

I am an artist, writer, jeweler, and a Spoonie. Before becoming a Spoonie I was a very busy high achieving attorney and advocate bent on saving the world. Now I'm struggle to redefine my life to fit within my reduced energy level. Some days are better than others. I have fibromyalgia, trigeminal neuralgia, and chronic daily migraine.

Darkness falls ungodly early here….

I went to bed at 10 pm last night, because it had been dark for 5 and a half hours already and my body was convinced it was hours past my bedtime. It is so dreary here when it is dark by 4:30 p.m. I mean come on! When am I supposed to get some sun? 4 a.m.?

I have to apply for the bar this week. Uck. Then of course I have to study for, and then take the bar. Sigh. I had hoped this madness was behind me. I passed! I shouldn’t have to do this again. Damn it Husband!! Damn it land of opportunity!! Curse you New Jersey and your refusal to accept MBE scores. Le Sigh.

So, here I go again, into the land of madness. The land of no sleep, and late hours and hallucinations…. no I do mean the bar prep, I know it will not be altogether different from the first few months of baby no 2’s life.

Speaking of babies…

We were watching Parenthood the other night. I had forgotten how much I love that movie. Interestingly, it is one of the few movies that grow with you. I loved it when I was younger, but I thought the parents were funny and I totally sympathized with the children. Now, I get it!! I understand the imaginary scenes in Steve Martin’s head when he is thinking of his kid’s future! I understand the parent stuff, I sympathize with them! I suggest watching it as a new parent, so you can see it from a whole new vantage point.

We were watching the part in the end when Grandma comes into the dining room and begins to tell Steve Martin and his wife, Mary Steenburgen, all about the roller coaster. “You know, when I was nineteen, Grandpa took me on a roller coaster… I always wanted to go again. You know, it was just so interesting to me that a ride could make me so frightened, so scared, so sick, so excited, and so thrilled all together! Some didn’t like it. They went on the merry-go-round. That just goes around. Nothing. I like the roller coaster. You get more out of it.”

Inspired, I turned to hubby and said “I like the roller coaster too.” He turned back and said “Sometimes its a little messy for me.” We watched the rest of the movie, the next scene they are at a play for their daughter and their son runs up to protect his sister and knocks over the sets, the camera starts to act like a roller coaster. Steve Martin’s character looks a little sick, Mary Steenburgen is smiling and laughing. It was like watching the two of us, me loving the rollercoaster, him finding it a bit messy.

I guess this year has been all rollercoaster, and really, all the downhill, scary, twisty parts. We are looking forward to some of the uphill, slow, breathers that usually come with these rides, but I am not seeing an end to the careening any time soon. Maybe there is something to be said for the merry-go-round, at least every once in a while.

2 days until we find out the sex of the next member of our family!

News from New Jersey…

The rain is falling, the baby’s kicking, and the cat is purring… News from New Jersey….

Well, to begin with, thank you mom for sending me the scary Mary Poppins.

For those of you who sat around watching the romantic comedy trailer for The Shining, here is a Thriller movie trailer for Mary Poppins!!

I found it amusing.

On a down note, we are not going to be able to afford to come home for christmas, we are reworking our budget, and like most americans, it is not working with us. So, we will have to celebrate over the internet with those we love back home. Unfortunately, this also means no winter baby shower. Do you think an internet baby shower would be tacky?

On an up note, Wednesday we find out if ‘baby otter’ really is an Otter!! We will let you all know as soon as we can!!

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A race to the courthouse…

Okay… all you adrenaline junkies out there, become lawyers.

Today we had to file an Answer/Counterclaim/opposition to motion and letter brief, along with the myriad of things that go to the court with these, by 4:30 p.m. in a borough about 45 minutes away that requires filing in person.

We were not as prepared as we had hoped due to a variety of reasons including loss of a paralegal for two weeks, and settlement attempts.

We began our day at 10 a.m. at our desks frantically editing the previous copies we had begun and adding the “legal stuff” to the work while our children played in the next room and occasionally interrupted. (As there was no school for any of us today, the office held three frantic lawyers and two little girls. One of the lawyers entertained and cared for the girls most of the time while we panicked.) Three hours went by in the blink of an eye, (I swear I only blinked once!!) and we began to panic, two hours to finish everything and leave in time to get to the courthouse without having to violate any traffic laws.

Crap… we forgot the certification of service, and we have to add all our changes to the other filings… ha ha HA!!!

Okay, one more hour, call the client, fax him the paperwork for signature, and create a “fax signature certification” for us to sign letting the court know this faxed signature is real.

Call client “We got the fax sent, please review it and sign it immediately and get it back to us!!!”

Client had to “step out” for a few minutes and isn’t actually home.

Ha, ha…. HA!! At this point the adrenaline is really beginning to pump and we start chanting “We will never do this again!” (Yeah, like this will never happen again, like there will never again be a time when life conspires to make us race a deadline to it’s very last minute.)

3:00…. Boss runs out to get checkbook for filing fee as she left it at home this morning and the court will not take cash.

3:30… Client faxes back papers, I (weeping gratefully) make copies, grab Monkey’s toys, ask her to use the potty, get her shoes on.

3:45… we race to the car, Monkey trips and bloodies her ankle on the way, I cart screaming/sobbing child into car seat while Kim carts files and directions. I start car, hand Monkey a lollipop, and head into the traffic zone. We are 45 minutes away, and have to be there in 45 minutes… and have time to file.

Ha, Ha, HA HA!!!!!

We are unable to keep to our original “Not violating traffic codes” portion of the program. We speed. We get lost. AAHHH!! We turn around. We find the courthouse!!

We file the papers with 5 minutes to spare.

Pant pant pant….

Don’t try this at home.