I love Oprah but...

I really enjoy watching Oprah. I think she has so many wonderful shows that are both educational and entertaining, HOWEVER.... I have a strong dislike for her taste in financial gurus. For the love of Pete, can she please stop having shows featuring Suze Ormann??? She is not only a little displeasing to look at, but the words that come out of her mouth make me want to jump through the television and strangle her. If I hear her say one more time that if you choose to pay your rent rather than pay your student loan payment you are being dishonest to yourself and to the company, I will have to start writing letters. Furthermore, (this is a ranting blog) an 8 month emergency fund would be nice, but come on!! People are struggling, people have no money to eat.

I am qualified to have these opinions because I am a bankruptcy attorney. I deal with people all day long that are barely making it. This isn't because they used credit cards to buy televisions, or furniture. It is because they used credit cards to eat, to drive to work, to LIVE.

Credit card companies are predators. They are evil. Of course someone is going to live on their credit cards when they have no job and can't afford the groceries. Seriously. It is tiring.

Don't worry, next time I will delete the Oprah that says Suze Ormann in the info box so I can actually write a nice blog.

At least something good can come from this....I love my job, I love helping people who have been struggling for months and years to make it and to pay off their debt. I love bankruptcy and the positive changes it can bring to someone's life.

I love the client that starts crying in my office because they will finally sleep at night and can stop worrying. I love the client that says we were sent to them from someone up above and we are the answers to their prayers. I love the client that brings Angie and Ben flowers and a card for all of their work. I love the client that pays the bankruptcy payment every month and is never late. I love the client that tells Emilee we can call at any time of any day because he considers us family. I love the client that says she has been helped more by my dad and I than all the therapists in her life. I love the client that tells my dad I am in great shape (that has nothing to do with this post, but I do love that).

In summary:
I will not watch Suze Ormann. I love my job. I love bankruptcy.

Who Knew

I should have known that this crazy baby would turn into my crazy boy. I should have seen it coming after analyzing this picture.
But he had tricks up his sleeve even then. He had wild crazy hair to distract me. No wonder I was not noticing the obvious.

What in the World

So once upon a time Angie, Alysa, Myself and Owen went to Michaels. We went to find some beads for Angie so that she could make a necklace for her wedding. Angie and I were looking at the string and studying intently which would be better. Alysa came over to us draped in several feather boas. We thought she looked cute and laughed and went back to our project. A few minutes she came over to us and said, "Owen is doing something, Jennifer, you need to come see what he is doing.". "Oh dear, ok, I am coming". I continued to look at string with Angie. "Jennifer, you really need to come and see what Owen is doing." "I am coming".

I slowly make my way around the aisle and to my horror I see what seems like hundreds of feather boas lying on the floor. And he is not done! He is quickly pulling them off of the wall and throwing them in a big pile. "Ahhh!!" I scream. "What are you doing!!!" He continues to do this horrible thing. "Oh my, Oh my, Oh my!!, Alysa! I need your help, we need to put these back. Owen!! You sit down over here and DO NOT MOVE." Alysa and I start to try to hang them back up. I try to sort by colors but then I look at my pile of boas and after hanging and hanging and hanging, it is not moving!! We finally decide we will throw them back up on the wall in any fashion before anyone sees this mess.

Owen is sitting on a low shelf being punished. I think he is sitting nicely. I am WRONG. He is collecting a new pile of boas and stashing them on his low shelf. He slowly takes another and another and another. Seriously!! Who is this child.

Alysa and I are still picking up boas, endlessly picking up boas, when the inevitable happens... the unsuspecting employee heads down our aisle. This woman is obviously angered. She still sees too many boas on the floor and a pile of feathers, stray feathers partly from the boas and partly from the large bag of feathers partially opened which Owen grabbed and shook all over. She says nothing to us, quietly scoops up the remaining pile of boas and storms away. Still not saying anything, she comes back over with a broom and vigorously begins sweeping up the remaining stray feathers. She was so mad. Owen did not care and Noni couldn't stop laughing.

The Sun

Owen's first picture that actually resembles something that I can figure out.

Here is a picture of the sun.

P.S.

Oh, and P.S. Greg, perhaps you should stay away from my blog.

Ha Ha

Greg thinks he is so funny. I have to post something, anything!! I can't let that scary picture that Greg put on, be the top of my blog. I thought Greg's eye scared me, well now my own blog scares me!!!

Very funny honey.

I'm fine... (REPOSTED BY JEN)

Dear Jen,

You should have seen the other guy.... (there used to be a picture here but the content has been removed by the true author of this blog.)

Love,

Greg