Grammar police!!!

Alright! I must make a confession. I know, a confession on a blog, (gasp!) how original!

My confession is simply this: when I write I often right in conversational tones.

What do I mean by that? I mean that by altering my usage of punctuation I can infer pauses where they ought to be better than what would be strictly proper.

Here's an example:

a.) C'mon Rob.....what on earth are you waiting for?

b.) C'mon Rob, what on earth are you waiting for?

In example a., you can hear and feel the pause in your inner dialogue. It would be even more pronounced if you were reading it aloud.

In example b., the pause would not be as noticeable and it would be easily glossed over.

I think a. represents the dialogue in a clearer manner.




So...now that I've confessed my own writing deficiency, I must now disclose my single, biggest pet peeve when reading and editing other's writings: homophone abuse.

The problem with homophone abuse is rampant!

People hit spellcheck and assume all is well when it comes back clean but homophones are tricky!

They are words that are sound similar or even alike but have differing meanings and spellings.

Yes, homophones are truly nefarious! You may very well believe all is well with what you wrote but later you realize you've used the wrong 'there'! You meant possessive 'their' but instead you wrote 'there'! Spellcheck won't help you! No, it can't help you! You've fallen into a homophone trap!

I edit other people's writings and must confess that homophone abuse drives me to distraction! 'Loosing' means to 'make loose', not 'lose' something! Lose and loose are very different words with very different meanings and I swear that it's the most abused homophone; even more so than the there, their, they're claptrap!

As a matter of fact, I need to define them clearly for everyone's benefit. (definitions from thefreedictionary.com)

loose (ls)

adj. loos·er, loos·est

1. Not fastened, restrained, or contained: loose bricks.

2. Not taut, fixed, or rigid: a loose anchor line; a loose chair leg.

3. Free from confinement or imprisonment; unfettered: criminals loose in the neighborhood; dogs that are loose on the streets.

4. Not tight-fitting or tightly fitted: loose shoes.

5. Not bound, bundled, stapled, or gathered together: loose papers.

6. Not compact or dense in arrangement or structure: loose gravel.

7. Lacking a sense of restraint or responsibility; idle: loose talk.

8. Not formal; relaxed: a loose atmosphere at the club.

9. Lacking conventional moral restraint in sexual behavior.

10. Not literal or exact: a loose translation.

11. Characterized by a free movement of fluids in the body: a loose cough; loose bowels.

adv.

In a loose manner.

v. loosed, loos·ing, loos·es

v.tr.

1. To let loose; release: loosed the dogs.

2. To make loose; undo: loosed his belt.

3. To cast loose; detach: hikers loosing their packs at camp.

4. To let fly; discharge: loosed an arrow.

5. To release pressure or obligation from; absolve: loosed her from the responsibility.

6. To make less strict; relax: a leader's strong authority that was loosed by easy times.

v.intr.

1. To become loose.

2. To discharge a missile; fire.


lose (lz)

v. lost (lôst, lst), los·ing, los·es

v.tr.

1. To be unsuccessful in retaining possession of; mislay: He's always losing his car keys.

2.

a. To be deprived of (something one has had): lost her art collection in the fire; lost her job.

b. To be left alone or desolate because of the death of: lost his wife.

c. To be unable to keep alive: a doctor who has lost very few patients.

3. To be unable to keep control or allegiance of: lost his temper at the meeting; is losing supporters by changing his mind.

4. To fail to win; fail in: lost the game; lost the court case.

5. To fail to use or take advantage of: Don't lose a chance to improve your position.

6. To fail to hear, see, or understand: We lost the plane in the fog. I lost her when she started speaking about thermodynamics.

7.

a. To let (oneself) become unable to find the way.

b. To remove (oneself), as from everyday reality into a fantasy world.

8. To rid oneself of: lost five pounds.

9. To consume aimlessly; waste: lost a week in idle occupations.

10. To wander from or become ignorant of: lose one's way.

11.

a. To elude or outdistance: lost their pursuers.

b. To be outdistanced by: chased the thieves but lost them.

12. To become slow by (a specified amount of time). Used of a timepiece.

13. To cause or result in the loss of: Failure to reply to the advertisement lost her the job.

14. To cause to be destroyed. Usually used in the passive: Both planes were lost in the crash.

15. To cause to be damned.

v.intr.

1. To suffer loss.

2. To be defeated.

3. To operate or run slow. Used of a timepiece.

There are also many other tricky homophones to watch out for! As a public service, I will list a few here for both your curiosity and conveinence.

List of common homophones borrowed from all-about-spelling.com:

acts/ax ad/add ads/adds/adz aid/aide ail/ale air/heir/err aisle/isle/I'll all/awl all ready/already all together/altogether allowed/aloud alter/altar ant/aunt arc/ark assent/ascent assistance/assistants ate/eight aural/oral away/aweigh aye/eye bail/bale bait/bate ball/bawl band/banned bard/barred bare/bear baron/barren base/bass bases/basis bazaar/bizarre be/bee beach/beech beat/beet beau/bow bell/belle berry/bury billed/build berth/birth bite/byte blew/blue bloc/block boar/bore board/bored boarder/border bode/bowed bolder/boulder born/borne bough/bow bouillon/bullion boy/buoy bread/bred brake/break brewed/brood brews/bruise bridle/bridal broach/brooch browse/brows but/butt buy/by/bye cache/cash callous/callus cannon/canon canvas/canvass capital/capitol carat/carrot/caret/karat carol/carrel cast/caste cede/seed ceiling/sealing cell/sell cellar/seller censor/sensor cent/scent/sent cents/scents/sense cereal/serial cession/session chance/chants chased/chaste cheap/cheep chews/choose chic/sheik chilly/chili choral/coral choir/quire chute/shoot chord/cord cite/sight/site clause/claws click/clique close/clothes/cloze coal/cole coarse/course colonel/kernel complement/compliment coo/coup coop/coupe core/corps correspondence/correspondents council/counsel creak/creek crews/cruise cruel/crewel cue/queue currant/current curser/cursor cymbal/symbol dam/damn days/daze dear/deer defused/diffused desert (abandon)/dessert dew/do/due die/dye disburse/disperse discreet/discrete doe/dough/do (musical note) done/dun draft/draught dual/duel earn/urn ewe/you/yew eye/I faint/feint fair/fare faun/fawn

faze/phase feat/feet find/fined fir/fur flair/flare flea/flee flew/flu/flue flour/flower flocks/phlox for/four/fore foreword/forward fort/forte forth/fourth foul/fowl friar/fryer gait/gate gene/jean gild/guild gilt/guilt gnu/knew/new gored/gourd gorilla/guerilla grate/great grease/Greece groan/grown guessed/guest hail/hale hair/hare hall/haul halve/have hangar/hanger hay/hey heal/heel/he'll hear/here heard/herd heed/he'd hertz/hurts hew/hue/Hugh hi/high higher/hire him/hymn hoard/horde hoarse/horse hole/whole holey/holy/wholly hoes/hose hold/holed hostel/hostile hour/our idle/idol illicit/elicit in/inn insight/incite instance/instants intense/intents its/it's jam/jamb colonel/kernel knap/nap knead/kneed/need knight/night knit/nit knot/not know/no knows/nose laid/lade lain/lane lay/lei leach/leech lead/led leak/leek lean/lien leased/least lee/lea lessen/lesson levee/levy liar/lier/lyre lichen/liken lie/lye lieu/Lou links/lynx load/lode loan/lone locks/lox loot/lute low/lo made/maid mail/male main/mane/Maine maize/maze mall/maul manner/manor mantel/mantle marry/merry/Mary marshal/martial massed/mast maybe/may be meat/meet/mete medal/metal/mettle/meddle might/mite mince/mints mind/mined miner/minor missed/mist moan/mown mode/mowed moose/mousse morn/mourn muscle/mussel mustard/mustered naval/navel nay/neigh none/nun oar/or/ore ode/owed oh/owe one/won overdo/overdue overseas/oversees pail/pale pain/pane pair/pare/pear palate/palette/pallet passed/past patience/patients

pause/paws pea/pee peace/piece peak/peek/pique peal/peel pearl/purl pedal/peddle/petal peer/pier per/purr pi/pie plait/plate plain/plane pleas/please plum/plumb pole/poll pore/pour pray/prey presence/presents prince/prints principal/principle profit/prophet rack/wrack rain/reign/rein raise/rays/raze rap/wrap rapped/rapt/wrapped read/red read/reed real/reel reek/wreak rest/wrest retch/wretch review/revue right/rite/write ring/wring road/rode/rowed roam/Rome roe/row role/roll root/route rose/rows rote/wrote rough/ruff rung/wrung rye/wry sail/sale scene/seen scull/skull sea/see seam/seem seas/sees/seize serf/surf sew/so/sow shear/sheer shoe/shoo shone/shown side/sighed sighs/size slay/sleigh sleight/slight slew/slue/slough soar/sore soared/sword sole/soul some/sum son/sun staid/stayed stair/stare stake/steak stationary/stationery steal/steel step/steppe stile/style straight/strait suite/sweet surge/serge tacks/tax tail/tale taught/taut tea/tee team/teem tear/tier tern/turn their/there/they're theirs/there's threw/through thrown/throne thyme/time tic/tick tide/tied to/too/two toad/towed toe/tow told/tolled trussed/trust vain/vane/vein vale/veil vary/very vial/vile vice/vise wade/weighed wail/whale waist/waste wait/weight waive/wave want/wont ware/wear/where way/weigh/whey ways/weighs we/wee weak/week we'll/wheel weather/whether we'd/weed we've/weave wet/whet which/witch while/wile whine/wine who's/whose wood/would yoke/yolk yore/your/you're you'll/Yule

Please! Kind and gentle readers, I implore you, please re-read what you write before you hit send...see if it makes sense! If you're unsure, I have some advice: look it up!

I will leave you now with one last resource regarding homophones: homophone.com
This website will help you determine if you are using the right version of the word that you actually mean to use.

Thank you for indulging my grammar rant!
-michchick, aka Jen

Whose bright idea was it this time?

The geniuses in Hollywood seem to be confused.

This is no great shock, they've been confused for years. They make poor excuses for films and then lament that we refuse to spend $10 to go see it in a theater with a bunch of rude people who won't stop texting long enough to see the movie.

It is summertime now. Summer means popcorn films and blockbusters. Summer is the time of year when people go to see things explode on the screen. This is no surprise, it's been this way most of my life.

My big issue this summer is with Michael Bay. Yeah, I know. Just the name Michael Bay makes most people who appreciate 'good' movies cringe. One thing you need to admit is few know how to make things explode like Mr. Bay.

I have boys. They are 11 and 8. They love Transformers! I don't live in a house, I live on Cybertron. Transformers are toys. They are designed as toys. There are heroes and villains, kids can use them to role-play good versus evil.

It seems that Michael Bay and Steven Speilberg have forgotten that Transformers are toys. (What I find laughable was Speilberg removed the guns from the re-issue of E.T. because he believes in peaceful solutions.)

The new movie Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen pushes PG-13 to the hard edge of R.

The first Transformers movie was questionable with Sam Witwicki's obsession with a female classmate and Sam's mom speaking about his 'happy time' raised questions many parents were uncomfortable addressing with their kids. The movie was highly entertaining and everyone I know saw it at least a few times in the theater and then still bought it when it came out on DVD.

There is nothing subtle about Revenge of the Fallen.

Several things have happened since the first movie came out a few years ago.
The rise of the frat-boy comedy led by the Judd Apatow crowd have brought back R-rated comedies with a vengeance. Now, I actually have no problem with that. Moviegoers are free to see what they choose. When I saw Superbad, I knew it was going to be raunchy, and it was rated appropriately. Clerks II definitely earned it's R. Knock-Up, The Hangover, The 40-Year Old Virgin and the rest have all hit their target audiences and there is nothing wrong with that.

Another thing that happened was the economy started to go south. As a consequence, people are going to the movies less and less. This means cross-marketing. They cut previews to appeal to an audience that would not normally have given the movie a second thought.

There are two distinct target audiences for Transformers:

Target One are the kids who are playing with them now. These are the kids watching Gen 1 on DVD, Beast Wars, Energon, and Animated on TV and love these toys!

Target Two are the fanboys. Fanboys are the adults who grew up on Transformers the first time around. My brother, my husband and a good amount of my friends are in this group.

These two diverse demographic groups surprisingly had the same expectations of Revenge of the Fallen. They wanted to see Prime and Megatron fight and blow stuff up. A lot.

Everyone I've talked to said the special effects were amazing and I agree. The problem is they tried to appeal to the frat-boy crowd as well. There is no excuse in the world for sexualizing Sam's parents, having them discuss Sam's sex life, showing Sam's mom on pot and being lewd and obnoxious. There's no excuse in the universe for having the 'Twins', Skids and Mudflap be 'ghetto'. It was bad enough to hear Ironhide bust out a swear word but to have the twins say 'motherfu' and then have it cut off is inexcusable!! They gave demolisher scrotum and no one needed to see John Turturro in a thong. The 'pretender' skin-job Transformer who was trying to seduce Sam was too much! An entire half hour could have been removed and no one would have been disappointed with the results.

The second credit that comes on the screen is Hasbro. Hasbro the toy company. Someone forgot that a movie about toys should be for kids and the fans of the toys. If you are making toys for Happy Meals, your movie should not be pushing an R-rating. It's really a simple formula to follow! What's next? A Barbie movie where she's a streetwalker with a heart of gold? It's probably in development as I write this.

What's truly laughable is the fanboys I know aren't attending a second time. They were off-put by the feeble attempts to drive the 'plot' with the humans by giving them these 'problems'. Again I state that people wanted to simply see big robots fight and blow stuff up!

What is sad is that Hollywood is capable of making inoffensive, exciting, action movies. The Mummy, National Treasure, Inkheart, Journey to the Center of the Earth, Spidy, Fantastic Four and still more family films and comedies like Napolean Dynamite, Elf, Night at the Museum and Hitchhiker's Guide were all enjoyable and entertaining without pushing the limits of decency.

So what have we learned? If you're movie isn't for kids, don't make Happy Meal toys for it! Kids grow up too fast as it is...do we really want to shorten their childhood?

Parenting and Fireworks...

The last few months have shown my husband and I that our children (for they will always be our children) have been in a mighty hurry to grow up.

The eldest just finished fifth grade and is prepping himself for sixth. This means cell phone, a home page on the internet, he informally informed me he likes girls...this is too much at once! He's already calling dibs on our Jeep anticipating his learner's permit while he's only 11! He wants to spend all of his time with his friends playing in their garage-band making music and hanging out. It feels like we jumped ahead and missed a few steps here!

Meanwhile...whatever older brother is into, younger brother wants to try as well. It's such a classic case of monkey see-monkey do! The younger is only 8 and I'm sorry...but I absolutely refuse to put up with pre-teen nonsense from an 8-year-old!

Tonight we attended the neighboring city's fireworks together as a family. We packed snacks and drinks, had the chairs and blankets and set out for an evening of family togetherness.

It was amazing! For an entire evening my elder went text-less and survived! He played together with his brother and they were nice to one another! They played improvisational baseball with a stick and a marshmallow. It was lovely.

When the fireworks commenced, the eldest edged away from our gathering a little. There were girls nearby and he didn't want to appear 'babyish' by sitting in such close proximity with us 'old folk'. We understood and know that part of the deal is allowing him space to grow and be his own person (to a closely watched extent!!).

The best part of my evening? The youngest son wanted to sit with me. He climbed up on my lap and sat snuggled close to me under the blanket. We sat cheek to cheek critiquing the firework displays and discussing which we liked best. My husband noticed this and reached out and took my hand. I am not given over to extreme sentimentality but this is a memory I will cherish all my life.

Later, the eldest looked on us and took in the scene, saying nothing about it.

The traffic jam afterwards always ensures that the normal 10 minute drive will take at least 45. Upon arriving home, we open the Jeep doors to usher the kids out and towards the house. I am tasked with corraling the eldest. He pretended to be asleep so that I would carry him in. When a child is faking sleep, it's fairly obvious and this was no exception. I make comments about how I might accidentally drop him in the front garden and he refuses to say anything but he tenses and grips my back tighter. My husband comes back out to fetch the remaining things from the trunk and comments about leaving him outside as an adventure which makes the eldest quietly squirm more.

We reach the house and as I bring him to the bathroom to make certain teeth are brushed, I call him on being a "Fakey-Fakerson" and he giggles a little while still trying not to blow his cover. Finally, I unceremoniously set him on the counter-top and he smiles broadly at me. His grin is contagious. He tells me he loves me and asks if I can carry him to bed and tuck him in. Now my grin is contagious. He tells me he faked being asleep because he wanted me to carry him so he could be close. I smile and remind him he need not resort to trickery...all he ever needs to do is just ask. His father and I will always be there for him...and always is an extremely long time.

Tonight was one of those "Wonder Years-type moments. I want to remember everything. Tonight both of my children still wanted to be children...even if only for one night.

The Life and Times of a Scout Leader

"It's just an hour or so a week."

Yeah right!

An hour or so in some strange, parallel world where time doesn't work the same as it does here!

I wouldn't change a thing though! I love being a Scout leader and all which it entails. In addition to the actual Den Meetings, there is the planning I do at home to get ready so my kids aren't bored (you'd be amazed how many people don't put forth effort and then act surprised when the kids find their meetings lame), there are the monthly Committee and Roundtable Meetings, plus additional events, training, field trips, campouts and fundraisers! When all is said and done it's tantamount to having a rather demanding part-time job. (my Cubmaster's load is like having a second full-time job!)

The kids that I've gotten to work with in my Den and Pack are tremendous. I am privileged that I'm able to provide an exceptional program for these kids. We've done things and gone places which they'd never have the opportunity to do otherwise!

In our household, it's truly a family thing. Our oldest is now a Boy Scout while the youngest is now a Webelo. I'm the Webelo 1 Leader while Bob is the Pack Committee Chair for our Cub Pack. Since the elder moved to a Troop, Bob is also wearing an Assistant Scoutmaster 'hat' in the Troop as well. I'm sure we make quite a sight when we are all turned out in our full Class A uniforms.

Scouting has already made a profound difference in my kids' lives. They are more aware of how things work in our community, how government works, what it means to 'Do a Good Turn Daily' and how to be a better citizen. While these are all things that are touched on in school, in Scouts we live these ideals to the best of our abilities in a way that you don't learn in books. Scouting provides a way to grow as an upright member of society and helps teach boys to strive for high ideals in order to meet their full potential.

I know I'm up here on a soapbox...but this organization means a lot to me and I just wanted to take a moment and say so. This has been an amazing experience as a parent to be able to help shepherd my kids and their friends, to help them make connections to important ideas and how they fit in to the scheme of things. To help teach a boy to become more self-reliant in these times where the preference of society at large is to have others do for you, well, it's simply amazing to see these kids choose to stand apart and do what is right and good.

If you know of a kid in Scouting, support him if you can. Scouts need role models- be one! Scouting turns 100 years old in February 2010. The reason Scouting has withstood the rigors of time is because the program has value and has remained relevant throughout the years. It's been able to do so through the efforts of it's volunteers and supporters.

Support your local Scouts! Whether through Operation Can-Do, Popcorn sales, bottle drives, car washes or even something as simple as volunteering a little of your time, every bit helps!

Time to move on....and grow up.

I've have been blessed beyond measure this past year. To quote Dave Ramsay, "Better than I deserve." Really though, aren't we all better than we deserve? We as people are fairly ridiculous... I'm digressing though and back to the topic: I'm sucking it up and rejoining productive society.

My wonderful husband has granted me the privilege of staying home this past year since the closure of my store. We had never really planned on it working out this way, but rather muddled our way through. It's been a tough year financially with the loss of my income but the trade-off was well worth it in time gained with my kids and dear Bob.

Years ago, I was an Account Executive for HFC and sold financial products through them to the "B"-paper crowd. Basically, that's below bank standards, but still above sub-prime. I hated it more than anything. The idea that you can help people is great, however, becoming financially successful requires a psychological mindset change that most people are unwilling to make. When you are writing a jumbo-loan (that's over and above true equity, that's taking out the first with an adjustable equity piggy-back for up to 125% of the value) for someone that owes over $55,000 to QVC and the Home Shopping Channel, these folks aren't likely to change their spending habits and bow you're left with the knowledge that they can never move because they are never going to be able to sell their home- ever.

I haven't sold insurance or mortgages for over 10 years so the current crisis is in no way, shape or form my fault. That said, it seems I'm once more for the battlement. I'm currently studying up and next week am taking my pre-licensing course for insurance with commodities and mortgage to follow shortly. The company that I'm intending to sell for seems rather reputable and only time will truly tell. For now, it feels rather good to know that once again I have a hand in the direction that my life is going. I love and respect my husband more than I can express for the chance he gave me to lean on him and prove the 'for worse' part of our wedding vows to be true.

Anyways, for now I am still writing because selling finance isn't actually what I want to do and we all need to have dreams, right?

Interviews...and why I blame Lloyd Dobler...

I've been interviewing for jobs lately.

I did what a lot of moms did...I gave up my career so that I could work around my kids.

The problem with getting off the career highway is once you change paths you often realize that wasn't the road you were supposed to be on in the first place! Mortgage Banking!?

Like many women my age, I now find myself in a conundrum.

I am in need a job but having a career that is fulfilling and something that I would enjoy seems elusive and plainly out-of-reach. I do not have the availability, drive, determination or desire to be cutthroat enough to get to a similar position to the one I had before I decided to play "Mommy".

I think I've determined the cause of my discontent regarding the jobs currently available.

It's Lloyd Dobler's fault. Yes. Lloyd Dobler-the fictional Cameron Crowe creation brought to life brilliantly by the iconic '80's actor John Cusack in the classic 1989 film Say Anything.

Why Lloyd Dobler you say? It's his speech he gives the John Mahoney character about what he intends to do for a career. He's not entirely certain what he will do but knows with great clarity what he doesn't want to do.

I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that.

Now I will continue to interview for jobs that I can't get very excited about...the jobs that I've truly enjoyed don't "pay". Maybe even someday my version of Lloyd's kickboxing (my writing) may even pay the bills...but for now I need to practice my pithy responses to "And tell me where you see yourself in five years. And what would you say your greatest strength is?"

In five year's time I hope to find myself to be a happy wife and soccer-mom with a published book or two under my metaphoric belt. I also hope that fortitude will be my greatest strength in the event that my wished-for future doesn't materialize and instead I'm asking if that was a Tall or Grande Latte.

A good day for justice....

After dodging the metaphoric bullet of jury duty for many years, I was finally hit.

In early December I was summoned to Coleman A. Young for January 27th with instructions to call the night before. I call and hear the dreaded words, "Groups numbered from 50-150 must report to Frank Murphy Hall of Justice...." and I don't recall the rest as I was jumping up and down in frustration. The difference is civil cases (Young) and criminal cases (Murphy) not to mention parking! (infinitely easier at Young-you can park underground at Ford Auditorium and then just cross Jefferson)

So after figuring out a happy medium of comfortable, yet appropriate clothes and googling how best to navigate my way, I set off for downtown. Yay construction. St. Antoine was all blocked off and they were sending me every-which-way around Greektown EXCEPT the way I had to go. I get to Murphy and check through security where I discover Bob, being the best husband on the planet, had packed me a surprise lunch. No cell phones, iPods, radios or any electronics of any kind are allowed so I brought a hard-copy of my nano to edit, assuming incorrectly that I would have time to do so.

They call me up in the first batch of jurors. They started with 60 of us to seat a jury of 14. They randomly seat 14 using jury cards and a bingo-ball cage. They dismiss 3 of them based on ESL, religious, and medical reasons. They seat 3 more and start 'group' questions. 2 more are dismissed and 2 more seated. They are questioned and when they get to seat 14, there was a conflict and they were also dismissed and I was seated in 14. I'm questioned and sat as last member.

In the information we were given before we were seated, we had been told that it was a sex-crime case and the alleged victim was a minor. What we learned after the other prospective jurors were dismissed and the trial began was the perpetrator was the victim's biological father. The girl was 12 when the charges were filed and the father was 41. There was an established pattern of abuse which began at age 6 and continued through the date the charges were filed. The victim's half-sister (same mother) had given testimony (to show pattern) her step-father had also raped her until she reached high school age and could defend herself. When the defense asked why the older girl didn't warn the younger one she responded that she hadn't imagined he was twisted enough to do that to his own flesh and blood.

We sat through extensive medical testimony, complete with diagrams and pictures. I will spare everyone the details but suffice it to say I don't watch Law & Order SVU because of it's graphic and depressing nature...everything I've seen the last few days is so much worse. He would reward her by bringing her bags of Doritos and Mountain Dew. He robbed his own flesh and blood of her innocence and he repaid her with snacks? I was physically ill on my way home from court yesterday as all the evidence and testimony replayed in my mind. How can anyone do such a
atrocious things?

Today the testimonies were complete and all evidence was summarized and closing statements were made after the defense rested without pleading their case, despite his plea of innocence. When we adjourned to deliberate, we took a vote and had one dissenter. The issue was the non-eloquent testimony of the girl. After much discussion, she understood what the rest of us did...she's a twelve (actually she just turned 13) year old girl and kids that age aren't renown for their powers of speech. This was not a scripted drama...the girl had to get on the stand and give a roomful of strangers graphic detail of the deplorable, immoral and illegal things her father did repeatedly to her. After further discussion, we reached a unanimous verdict: guilty.

There were five counts of first-degree criminal sexual assault between a child under thirteen by a person over seventeen. The ages are important because it determines the minimum sentence. After we had given our verdict and verified it in our own voices in court, the judge came into the jury room and explained what would happen next. In Michigan the charge for 1st degree sex assault with an under-13 by an over-17 carries a minimum sentence of 25 years to life. He was found guilty on all 5 counts. I am very proud that I was able to do this. I don't really ever want to sit in judgement over another like this again, but I am glad that I was able to see justice done.

I offer to you all this last thought...the next time you are called for jury duty, think about the true need for justice and how you can help. Instead of getting out of it and letting it be someone else's responsibility make it yours.

Coming soon to a theater near you: The Pothole That Ate My Car

It started out like any ordinary evening. The kids did their homework. We ate dinner. All was well with the world.

The boys had asked if we could go to Toys-R-Us as they had Christmas money that was burning holes in their pockets. J wanted to get the new Guitar Hero for his DS and S could not wait to get his little hands on the new Sonic Unleashed game.

Simple enough trip...we piled into the station wagon and attempted to make the three-mile trek. I finally understand Gilligan's Island and the bit about the three-hour tour. (still unclear why Ginger and the Howells packed trunks for a three-hour boat ride...it's a plot hole as big as my pothole!)

Here in the fine State of Michigan we don't have little potholes....no. This is Michigan where there are more registered cars than eligible drivers for them. With such a surfeit of autos, it's no great surprise we make killer chuckholes. Along Warren Avenue, each lane, including the center turn lane, has tire-popping holes in it.

We were halfway to the store last night when we hit one of these monstrous, car-eating traps. We pulled over and Bob showed the boys how to change a tire. Everything went fine and we moved on...until we hit another pothole and popped our spare.

We thankfully had reached the plaza and called my parents to come and get us. My husband, being the resourceful man that he is, has an extra set of tires he has stored at work. He ran out to Plymouth and picked up a tire and then the jack ripped apart like a tin can. Luckily, something had gone right and we had an extra jack we could use.

What should have been no more than a thirty-minute, three-mile trip turned into a three-hour adventure in the cold and snow!

Just be warned...watch out for those devastating potholes! They will eat your car and then some!