Back from the Dead

I have been away for a while. I actually missed blogging while I was gone. There were times when I had a moment of brilliance and thought it would make a great blog , but I didn't have access to a computer so... On another note, I had soem time to do some reading again and got into a book called the Kite Runner. A friend had reccommended it and I happened to see it in Starbucks some time ago so I picked it up. I didn't have time until recently to read it. It was a little difficult to get into at first, but I am quite a ways through it and am enjoying it. It is about and Afghani boy and how he ends up in the US. He always wanted to be a writer and eventually fulfills his dream - he writes this book. They are also making this one into a motion picture. I give it a 3 out of 5 stars.

Glass everywhere

There was glass everywhere I looked. Big pieces to tiny shards. I tried to clean it all up but I must have missed a piece since my foot was bleeding this morning. The stench of teh trutle's water was overwhelming. The whole scene was very ironic. My hear felt like the broken glass - a million little pieces and the stench is what I imagine heartbreak smells like.

Bad example

Something happened at work today that reminded me of something I read about the other day. In the paper was posted a picture and a story about Hooter's waitresses posing with guns and gear of military police that went to New Orleans to help with Hurricane Katrina rescue. My supervisor runs his son's 11 year old soccer team. As an end of season celebration tehy want to take the boys to Hooter's. I sit really necessary at 11 years old? I am in no way a prude, nor am I easily offended, but what do 11 year olds need to know about Hooter's? is it just me?

Happy he isn't here

I am sooo happy my supervisor isn't here. He is away for the week and I couldn't be more pleased. Maybe now I can get some real work done instead of responding to his e-mails for him. I mean goodness, can he do at leats that on his own. I bet if it couldn't be construed as sexual misconduct he would have me wipe his ass for him too. Wish I could cash his checks and spend his money for him. That he manages to do on his own.

Hello ....God, you there?

Dear God,

You already know everything that is going on. I am writing with regard to that one particular situation. I thought that I would knwo by now what to do, but I don't. I was on the wrong path, but I believe this is a big test you are giving me. I surrender completely and put all my trust in you. I am terrified - is it wrong to be terrified if I am trusting you? I know you will lead me in the right direction, but please, just make the direction so obvious that I fall into it, stumble on it. I want to do the right thing, but I want to be happy and sitting around waiting to find out if I am making the right decision is driving me crazy.

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

I watched the Wizard of Oz last night as part of a class assignment. I have seen the Wizard of Oz many, many, many times, but never quite as I saw it this time. Partly because I had a mission - to discuss beliefs. The other part is because obviously, I have more life experience and my views have changed since I was 5 or 9 or 12. It brought back a lot of memories. The Wizard of Oz was an annual event in my mother's house. All of my cousins would come over and we would pop popcorn on the stove - no microwaves then - and they would sleep over. My son wanted no part of it however and I explained to him he better watch it - he may need it some day. But my pleas fell on deaf ears.

A Piece of Cake

A Piece of Cake is actually a book written by a woman named Cupcake Brown. I reccommend this book. It was a fantastic real life account of Cupcake's tragic and ultimately triumphant life. In short, it is story about a child (Cupcake) whose mother dies unexpectedly and instead of being placed with loving family memebers, she is basically sold to an evil foster caretaker by her biological father. She is abused, runs away, gets into drugs and prostitution, is abused some more both physicaly, sexually and mentally and still manages to pull it all together, graduate from Law School and is now a successful attorney in San Francisco. You can read more about the book on her web-site: www.CupcakeBrown.com Her story is slated to be made into a motion picture film.

Homework

CRT 100 Homework Assignment

Gina Nicasio


PERCEIVING WORKSHEET

Assignment: Answer the following questions


1. Do pictures, video, audio tapes tell what actually happened?

- Yes, pictures, video and audio tapes tell what actually happened, however, how an individual perceives something may influence what they actually see and/or hear. We apply our experiences even to solid and concrete evidence such as pictures, video and audio tapes to decipher what we are seeing and/or hearing.

2. When does fact end and perception begin?

- Fact ends and perception begins when we have to use that fact in any given circumstance - when he have to understand, relate or analyze the fact or facts. It is then that we take what we know to be a fact and apply it to our own experiences and/or knowledge.

3. What is the difference between fact and perception?

- a fact is what actually happened and perception is our take on that fact - how we evaluate that fact to understand it using our own knowledge and insight.



Gina M. Nicasio, Trial Paralegal
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To my daughter ... on shoes

Baby, the sexy 4 inch heels will do something fierce for you, but there is something to be said about being comfortable. I decided to forgo the big girl shoes today and I am wearing my discreet and oh so comfy black sneakers. Usually, I feel like I can stomp or pin anything under my spikes the problem is you start out strong in the morning and by day's endI am lucky to make it home. Today in my sneakers I feel like can accomplish anything and I know I will have as much foot poer at 8PM as I do at 8AM. So, sometimes you need to pull out the comfy shoes.

Bad feeling day

My emotional house and overall social standing just felt off yesterday. I definitely rubbed some people the wrong way and some people definitely rubbed me the wrong way. All that rubbing really chaffes. I don't like conflict and usually have really good connections with those that touch my life and vice versa. Hopefully today will flow better despite the gloomy weather. I would really like to crawl in bed and stay under my quilt and shut-out the world. True to my crab nature.

What Happened to the Weekend?

I swear I must have been so busy that I skipped Saturday and Sunday. It feels almost surreal that I woke up, showered, got my son dressed and off to school, got to the express bus, got on the bus, commuted to work, and am now sitting here at my desk sipping coffee and blogging. But I guess it is all true well because here I am at my desk sipping coffee and blogging. It seems like forever until 4:30; and then school - I won't see my house for another 12 hours. It's not right.

Jury Duty

I had jury duty on Wednesday and Thursday. I wasn't picked. It is so odd to be on the other side of the fence. Usually I am with the attorneys when they are interviewing prospective jurors. I actually didn't mind the quiet alone time. I got to catch up on a good read and do some writing. I guess I am free of my duty for another 4 years or so.