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Deadliest Catch...

Jeff's parents let us hang out in their fancy uptown apartment while they were away.  I have to confess I got carried away with the cable-watching this weekend.  So much so, in fact, that I sat for about 4 hours straight watching "Deadliest Catch" on the Discovery Channel.  Has anyone else seen this?  IT. WAS. RIVETING.  I couldn't stop watching it.

For those of you who don't know, this is a whole show devoted to crab fishermen.  Sounds dullsville, but it is more like "Perfect Storm" meets "Real World" meets "Fear Factor" or something.  I found myself rooting for these people to get the biggest crab haul ever, crying when 5 men died in the blink of an eye, gasping at how very little or how very much these men can make in a few short days.  And there's one guy, Willie, I found myself just wanting pound into the ground.  What a prima donna.  All he did was bitch and moan - not to mention possibly killing off some 600 crab because he threw a dead fish into the hold.  Dumbass!  They were getting upwards of $30 a crab for the king crab on that haul.  It ended up costing the boat about $25,000 for his idiocy!  Willie better be damned glad I wasn't on that boat, or he'd have been a man overboard.

Anyhow, other than that, Jeff and I walked around uptown, checked out the restaurants, got a smoothie, etc.  I tried to drag him on the trolley, but he had no interest in hopping aboard.  He just kept making "Rice-a-Roni" jokes.  Can't say I blame him though, as he had an upset stomach all weekend, and the toilet launched an all-out offensive on his poor behind - in effect blowing up on him while he was using it and nearly giving him a heart attack.  I won't go into major details on that, to save your stomachs and Jeff's remaining dignity.

I also watched Bobby Flay grill every possible food item, all the time wishing I were watching the Naked Chef. Bobby's not bad, but he doesn't have an accent or use words like "easy-peasy".

DID YOU SEE IT?

I cannot even believe the season finale of Alias.  I have to admit, this season has not been my favorite, for whatever reason.  Just didn't seem to have as much oomph.  But man oh man, now I'm dying to know about Vaughn's secret and the CAR CRASH!  OH MY GOD, the CAR CRASH!!! I'm dying over here!

I'm too jolty (is that even a word?  I think not.) to write.  Had a caffeine fix from Starbucks late in the day - probably not a great idea.  Also had a pretty good salmon salad for lunch.   Perhaps the caffeine will come in handy while I try to read over some of my CLE materials tonight.  We'll see if I actually decide to tackle that or leave it for another day.  Usually, my plans fly out the window once I get home.

Since I'm jumping from topic to topic today, I'll just ask: Has anyone has heard the cover of "Big Log" by Alison Krauss?  It's phenomenal!  It's probably old to everyone out there, but I just heard it yesterday and fell in love with it.  In case you don't remember the song, it's a Robert Plant song that goes a little something like this:

My love is in league with the freeway
Its passion will ride, as the cities fly by
And the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of night
And the questions in thousands take flight

Welcome to Dullsville...

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I'm sorry folks to be so boring lately, but really, you try coming up with something funny to say about an 8 hour CLE class and preparing an annual account.  I dare you...

So, still interested?  Actually, most of it wasn't too bad - since it was a CLE on Advanced Guardianship, things were spiced up with such ethical cliffhangers as:

1. 97 year old woman, tissue in hand, curled up on her bed, big rat on the nightstand about to sink its teeth into said frail woman, woman has also been pooping in plastic cottage cheese and butter containers instead of hiring plumber to fix toilet... Do you seek a guardianship in this case?  (Now that's a thinker... Ummm... Yeah?) *Based on an actual scenario...

2. What if there's a rat, but no pooping in butter containers?

One of the more interesting topics dealt with the assessment of the potential ward (person in need of a guardianship).  There was a pretty funny psychiatrist who told everyone in attendance how he makes his assessment and tips for things to look for when trying to determine capacity and dementia, etc..  He was pretty damned informative and funny.

On a side note, did anyone know the doctrine of informed consent was first specifically defined after the Nuremberg trials?  I sure didn't, although it makes perfect sense once you think about it.

Anyhow, while it was (I'm sure) informative and interesting to me, I'll cut this topic short.

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In other non-worthwhile news, I spent the weekend knitting, laughing my butt off at episodes of "Coupling" on DVD, making Orange-Blueberry Sweet Rolls, and walking aimlessly around the neighborhood.  Oh, and cleaning house.  I tell you, if this was a novel, the pages would be turning themselves, my life is so scintillating. 

Other than that - I slept.  It is so hot already.  So hot that the ceiling fan cannot be bothered to fan. I heard the weatherman say something about triple digits, but thought I might be delirious from the heat.  I know they predicted 99 degrees for Sunday, but I think (mercifully) we only hit 96. If this is an indicator of what this summer is going to be, then you'll find me camping out in the local grocery store freezer and flashing my breasts at the Lean Pockets by mid-June.