Hello all -
I just wanted to let you all know how psyched I am that there are only 4 work days this week and I will only be spending one of the (today) in the office! After being shut up in my office all last week to complete my continuing legal education credits (so I can keep my license), it will be a relief to be back in the courtroom! I know, I'm strange, what can I say, I get stir crazy in the office and do things like troll people's blogs and facebook and anything else I can think of to keep from focusing on the fact that it is only 3:15 p.m. and I AM GOING NUTS!
Anyway, I cannot believe this weekend is the 4th of July already! I'm looking forward to the celebrations this weekend, but am astounded that it's already here. I've fallen behind in my plans for the summer! At least it's going to be cooler this week. I love the summer, but 100 degrees is a bit much for me. I couldn't even bring myself to go the gym until the weekend (it's sooooo hot in there on a good day), which sucked because I've already mentioned that I sat on my arse all last week watching stupid seminars on the computer. BUT at a lovely 76 today and 70 tomorrow it should be perfect weather for whatever I come up with! Plus it will warm up to 80 again just in time for the 4th of July festivities at casa de Wudchuk on Saturday!
Well, that's it really. I'm just killing some time, boring people with my nonsense, you know, the usual. I will probably see anyone reading this over the weekend, but if I don't - Happy Independence Day!
Until next time -
~Shel
Monday, June 29, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I suck...
I know, I know some people (or person) has been bugging me to update the old blog, but I don't really have anything fun to say. I mean seriously, do you want a play by play of my day at work? I didn't think so. So, to pacify the masses, here's a joke I received today that made me laugh. Enjoy!
An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work as the ground was hard.
His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging the garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.
Love,
Papa
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Pop,
Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.
Love,
Vinnie
At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Pop,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love you,
Vinnie
Until next time -
~Shel
An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work as the ground was hard.
His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging the garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.
Love,
Papa
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Pop,
Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.
Love,
Vinnie
At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Pop,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love you,
Vinnie
Until next time -
~Shel
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