Stomping Around

Oh, those Sooners.

Nuff said.

Husband has a collection of vintage cowboy boots. No question that people, particularly women, had smaller feet as little as 50 years ago. I'm no big foot but I can't get my Ugly Stepsister foot into most of them. A couple of years ago, when my mother was very ill and came to live with us, Husband came home to find that she had sat around the living room and tried on all his boots. Without socks. Just wearing a house dress. He was speechless and I was secretly cracking up.

So Mom.

So Husband.

Most of them fit her.

Check out the picture on the right of Mom and Jezebel. When she was dying, Jezebel would hardly leave her.

So here are a few of his favorites:



Here are the boots that I used when I made my cowboy boot wall hanging.





These are my personal favorite:


There are more but I haven't taken pictures of them. These are just some that have a little color in them.

I will need to put up the ones of low shelves. I've no doubt the new puppy would think they were wonderful chew toys.

I'm back to work with a vengeance. I've gone from lazing about to running 100 MPH trying to put out fires (and mainly getting scorched). A judge called me in, yesterday, to tell me he'd assigned me to a custody case where the parents live in different states and one parent is illegal and doesn't speak English. To be honest, I have no idea how in the world I am going to be able to work that case but once I get the paperwork, I will put on my thinking cap and see what I can come up with.

I've got another case where the kids were in the custody of one parent, who was just arrested on a sex abuse charge. The kids went to the other parent but that parent has an open physical abuse case being investigated (same child). The parents hate each other.

Big trial on Monday. It is a nasty one that just got worse because the six year old attacked a puppy and a parent (separate occurrences). The therapist thinks it is a result of the vicious custody dispute between the parents.

Eight year old had a meltdown at school after a parent asked him to search for drugs at the other parent's home. That same parent read court documents to the child so he'd know everything that was going on. Some of the documents are X-rated.

Child who is a convicted sex offender had a prohibited unsupervised visit with the victim after her mother smuggled her in to see him (he is 17, she is 8).

A lawyer wants to get a continuance because a DNA test wasn't done on one of five children of his 32 year old client. His client had four children while married to her husband. Turns out, only one is his. Isn't that special. The husband, who was horrified, is only seeking custody of the one child that is his. The middle child, who thought the husband was his dad, is devastated as you might imagine. So are the grandparents. The reason the DNA test wasn't done is because the possible father got out of jail and they couldn't find him. Mom just had a fifth child. No one is even suggesting husband is the Daddy. Mom admits she didn't handle things very well. She's thinking of getting her tubes tied.

Those are the fires in just three days. My head aches. I really need some quilting therapy and hope to get some this weekend. I've got a big trial on Monday, though, so I'll be working quite a bit.