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Good Day

Had a good day on the set. People never cease to amaze. I am going to tell my boys not to marry until they are thirty.

I would write more but I do believe I have used up my allotment of words for the day. (never thought that would happen).

Peace.

Well Rested

It may be early but I am well rested nonetheless. Going to work so my blogs will be brief and intermittent. Had a great conversation the other day about parenting with a woman I just met. When I get a moment I will comment. I have strong beliefs on that issue (as do, I assume, most people). A couple of people asked me questions that I intended to answer but for the life of me I can’t remember who asked what when or where.

A special holler to my Crew. You guys have a great day.

Return of The Night Stalker

No. It’s not a bad movie. It is my current condition. Can’t shut off my brain. Can’t sleep. Found 14 in my office bed again (I am going to have to get to the bottom of that).

I permed my hair last night and burned my scalp. I will say this for myself, though, dinner was good. Nothing fancy but everybody ate it.

Sweating the tube as usual, I know that is a part of my midnight wanderings. Read a book, though, from beginning to end. That was a luxury.

Feel like I’m back stroking through butter. I forgot to call my mother.

OK THAT’S IT. I’M THROUGH WHINING!

Now it’s time to kick ass and take names. Except in the most extreme of circumstances a mood is something you can dictate. I am, as of this moment, declaring conviction, dedication, and dare I say it? JOY.

Peace.

6:30 am and All is Well

Storm is over. Everyone still standing. There were a couple of moments at the DMV and when ordering clothes on-line for the boys B@#$#h Lynn slipped passed me and tried to say something but I caught her just in time.

14 was asleep in the day bed in my office this am. His room is huge. My office small. I ask “what’s up with that?” He says “spilled Gatorade in my bed, didn’t want to sleep in it.” (this from a boy who actually made up his bed with a plate of spaghetti in it – and as if that wasn’t bad enough – he got in it that night and woke up with spaghetti hanging off his back. – no lie – true story). You see how well my “No food in your room” rule is working.

Gotta go while I still have morning brain. There is work to be done.

Have a wonderful Saturday.

I'm Not Sure What Happened

Every morning my husband gets a weather report and it has nothing to do with 110 degrees hot and sunny (which is the looped recording we get here in Phoenix). He gets it from me.

I can be a little moody. I contend everyone is a great deal more moody than they acknowledge. Usually when folks get upset they attribute it to a situation without first assessing their own emotional landscape, which is a mistake – and clearly a blog for another day.

Be that as it may, I am moodier than most. (ask anybody who lives with me). I have a great out-of-the-house edit button that I perfected in court. You can’t go passing your bad moods around when you have a robe on. I believe more judges should be emotionally aware – did a judicial education course on that which was not well received – got racial and everything – but, that too, is a subject for another day.

Here, in my own home (which I pay the mortgage on) I feel a certain sense of entitlement. That having been said, I don’t believe I should just blithely pass my attitude along. That’s the whole purpose of the weather report. To put a name on any mood I might be sporting in the morning so I can keep an eye on my lesser self and just as a precaution so everybody knows what’s up. Was preparing the weather report for today and to my surprise we have an unusual weather pattern I have not seen in a while:

Without any warning from threatening skies, Bitch Lynn blew in some time last night. Winds up to 100 miles an hour. I don’t know what happened, but I’m irritated.

Here’s the thing. Nobody is going to get knocked down. I am aware and I am responsible. I will be extra nice. I will request space. I will barricade myself in my room if I have to.

I write this to give my irritation form so I can have ‘you know who’ in my sights and not let her run my day. Usually I ask for personal prayer. Today you might want to throw up one for the family.

Peace – I’m looking for it.

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Good Day

Posted by on Aug 5, 2009 in Uncategorized | No Comments

Had a good day on the set. People never cease to amaze. I am going to tell my boys not to marry until they are thirty. I would write more but I do believe I have used up my allotment of words for the day. (never thought that would happen). Peace.

Well Rested

Posted by on Aug 4, 2009 in Uncategorized | No Comments

It may be early but I am well rested nonetheless. Going to work so my blogs will be brief and intermittent. Had a great conversation the other day about parenting with a woman I just met. When I get a moment I will comment. I have strong beliefs on that issue (as do, I assume, […]

Return of The Night Stalker

Posted by on Aug 3, 2009 in Uncategorized | No Comments

No. It’s not a bad movie. It is my current condition. Can’t shut off my brain. Can’t sleep. Found 14 in my office bed again (I am going to have to get to the bottom of that). I permed my hair last night and burned my scalp. I will say this for myself, though, dinner […]

6:30 am and All is Well

Posted by on Aug 1, 2009 in Uncategorized | No Comments

Storm is over. Everyone still standing. There were a couple of moments at the DMV and when ordering clothes on-line for the boys B@#$#h Lynn slipped passed me and tried to say something but I caught her just in time. 14 was asleep in the day bed in my office this am. His room is […]

I'm Not Sure What Happened

Posted by on Jul 31, 2009 in Uncategorized | No Comments

Every morning my husband gets a weather report and it has nothing to do with 110 degrees hot and sunny (which is the looped recording we get here in Phoenix). He gets it from me. I can be a little moody. I contend everyone is a great deal more moody than they acknowledge. Usually when […]