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It’s A Boy!

31 Aug

Yep.  That’s right.  Professional Chicks is going on maternity leave!  My husband and I are expecting a baby boy this fall, and we’re diving in to everything we have to do between now and then.

This blog has been so much fun.  Thanks for being here daily for so long, and then weekly for the bonus posts ever since.

To stay connected, check out my newest project, Greenhorn Bold!  I know you’ll love it.

In the meantime, I’ll see you here or there, I’m sure (and I’ll post some pictures of the nursery and other fun stuff from time to time after the baby comes, for those who might be interested).

With love,

Desiree

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For Guitar Lovers

22 Jun

Thanks to John and Ann and uncommongoods.com, we discovered the best thing ever – a pick punch.  Make your own guitar picks out of old credit cards and other plastic cards.  

A few from Abe’s collection (made out of an expired Southwest card and our old Art Institute Membership card).

Rad.

Happy Birthday To . . .

10 Jun

my favorite husband ever!

And Happy Birthday to the best dad!

Dr. Arianne

1 Jun

My (little) sister is a doctor!  Amazing.

She rocked some awesome shoes, too.

Keep Austin Weird – The Weirdest

25 May

Last Austin post.  These post-series take a lot longer to complete now that I am not posting everyday!

So, on one of the last nights in Austin, we were invited to a charity event at the house of a friend of a friend.  This house, the event – completely random, totally extraordinary.  Among others, the Barley Swine chefs were there!  Having just eaten there the night before, this was extra incentive to get excited.

But here’s the mention-worthy stuff: the woman who owned the home (and hosted the event) was a welder (with, rumor has it, a diamond tooth – I didn’t see it – some say it is merely a diamond implanted into her tooth – hm . . .) and she welded her entire house out of strange metals and other uber-rustic materials.  The result was a house unlike any other I had ever seen before.  Tall metal doors and chalkboard walls and wood carvings and a to-die-for kitchen and other objects made the inside and outside nearly indistinguishable.  It was like visiting the most upscale, artful, designed junk yard of all time.

You can see for yourself:

Austin is totally weird.  And I loved it.

Now What?

20 Apr

Lessons in how to trick my favorite Great Dane.

In the aftermath, it didn’t matter much.  They were friends anyway.

Tell It To The Jury

13 Apr

All week I have been looking for a soapbox.  And then I remembered I sort of have one.  Heh.

Now, for those of you who follow Professional Chicks, you know this blog is absolutely not political, controversial, or anything close.  Not at all.  I know way better than that.  And, this post is not intended to be any of those things, either.  But, as a lawyer, and a human being, I feel compelled to comment on the Trayvon Martin case.  More than anything, I find it so confusing (not the events, but what happened in the aftermath) and it blows my mind that this has somehow become political rather than simply factual.

So, here I go.  Disclaimer – I’m not a criminal lawyer, but we can keep this simple.  When someone commits a potentially, seemingly, apparently, etc. criminal act (where law enforcement has probable cause to arrest), that person is arrested, taken into custody, permitted to post bail (depending on the severity of the crime, risk of the accused fleeing, etc.), appointed or allowed to hire a lawyer, given a speedy trial, and, finally, convicted or found innocent by a jury of his or her peers.  It’s not always quite that simple, but that’s the gist.

What does NOT happen when someone admits to killing another human being is that that person tells a self-serving story to a group of police officers who decides on the spot whether or not the crime was justified and allows the killer to go.

Now, I have no idea whether Mr. Zimmerman is guilty or innocent.  None of us do.  That is what a trial is for.  On his own admission he killed Trayvon.  But, in some instances, and as Zimmerman claims in this case, you may kill someone in self-defense or on the basis of a law in Florida, where this event happened, that apparently allows you to “stand your ground” when someone is attacking you.  Indeed, in other instances, you may murder someone in cold blood and plead insanity, in which case you may also be found not guilty or not fit for trial.  Many people are tried of crimes and ultimately found not guilty.  The idea is that you tell your story to the jury, and the prosecution tells its story, and then the jury decides.  In no instance is guilt or innocence a question for police officers to decide unilaterally, based on no evidence or competing testimony whatsoever.  Never.

Almost done (and here’s where it gets a little edgy):  If Zimmerman had killed me, he clearly would never have left police custody.  Forget that I’m a girl – if he had killed any teenager in the town of Rancho Santa Fe, California, where I grew up, hoodie or not, Skittles or not, he would go down in flames.

I’m glad this is now going to go through the proper legal channels.  That’s really the only point I’m trying to make.

Thanks for listening (and please share your comments, if you are so inclined).

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