More evidence of my growing Conservativism

I listen to NPR on the way to work every morning. This morning, they did a piece on the Minnesota judicial system. In order for a defendant in MN to receive the services of a public defender, they must pay a fee. Misdemeanors typically cost the defendant around $50. Here’s the part that gets me: There are people that argue against it! They say that the indigent people cannot afford to pay the fee. Well, guess what I say to those people. Don’t commit crimes! I mean, sheesh, if you can’t pay the nominal fee, then maybe you should re-think the whole criminal activity thing.

I’m tired of working to support others’ poor decisions. I’m tired of supporting children that aren’t mine. I’m tired of paying for the defense of men and women that assault other people or choose to use/sell drugs. I’m even tired of “loaning” money to loved ones who don’t get off their ass to get a job and make their OWN money.

I hate working, and the least I should be able to do is decide where my money goes.

One thousand.

It’s one thousand degrees in here. I’m at work, in a school where we have no control over the heat/AC. The “office” makes the decision for the rest of the school. I’ve been to the “office” and it’s NOT an inferno. Maybe I’ll just set up shop in the “office” and let this room BURN, BABY BURN!

Anyway, Survivor: Pearl Islands is on tonight. My guess for returning players : Burton and Michelle. I had to think pretty hard on the last one, and it may just be that I want Michelle more than the others, but I def think Burton is back. CSI had better not be garbage-y like last week. I mean, come on, now…animals?!? UGH.

Hi, I’m Sleepy. Nice to meet you.

I am SO sleepy. In case you missed it, Jaxson’s second page has been updated to include pictures of him picking out a pumpkin. Total cuteness! After waiting forever, I finally got a pic of Narayan on my Pictures page. He’s got his niece on his shoulders, in case you were wondering…heh.

I won first place!

On Halloween, one of the first-grade students I give therapy to didn’t have a costume to wear. He had seen the costume he wanted, but his daddy told him that he didn’t have any money. The dad said that he was getting a check on Friday and that he would “maybe be able to buy it and bring it to the school” in time for the school party.

Yeah right. I knew what that meant : This kid would have no costume. I told the little boy that if his dad didn’t make it to the school in time, to ask his teacher if he could come to the therapy room when it was time for them to get ready. Sure enough, at 1:00…knock, knock. “Miss Miller, my dad didn’t make it on time.” I had an entire roll of the brown paper handtowels that are used in the school bathrooms, so we went to work. It took about 20 minutes to get it right, but soon, we had a bonifide (looking) mummy standing right there. The little boy was so excited about his outfit.

We walked down to the gym, where the school was gathered for the party. Most of the kids had on the Scream costume, but there were also a lot of police and firemen. There was only one mummy, though. The principal asked for all of the people with SCARY costumes to come to the stage and enter the contest for SCARIEST. My student walked up to the stage like a true mummy and entered the contest. When the judging was complete—-First Place, THE MUMMY!!

Now I know there is no way that costume stayed intact on the busride home, but at least for the school party, I made a kid’s day. WHOO!