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I was listening to a story on NPR this morning. They were talking about rape on college campuses and talking about how it came about that it became the college's responsibility to deal with the issue. Essentially what happened was that this 19 year old girl was raped and killed her in dorm room around 20-25 years ago. Her parents lobbyed for and got a law passed that requires college campuses to disclose to parents and prospective students all reports of crime that occurs on campus. The thought is that no one will go to school at the violent schools and it puts it on the schools to make their college safe. When I first turned it on, they were talking about this young woman who had been drunk at a party and had 2 guys walk her home who then raped her. She passed in and out of consciousness throughout the act. Prior to this incident, she had been a virgin in a 4 year relationship. The girl talked about how she hadn't intially thought of it as rape. Until, she was in a lecture one...

What if we threw dreams like parties? We'd invite all our friends stand there holding plastic red cups of homemade margaritas chat up a stranger "Great dream, huh?" "yeah, I've never skied on telephone wires or talked to pandas." "True, but did you see her neighbor's kid snuck in to throw a temper tantrum?" If mine was good enough, you'd invite me to yours, right? Maybe then I'd finally stop losing my teeth and you'd teach me to fly.

Today in court I recommended reunification for the first time. There are a lot of bad/sad/terrible/distressing stories I come across working child protection. This case was no different. Drugs, DV (to the point where someone was charged with attempted murder.) Lots of problems. It wasn't the kind of case that should see success at the end necessarily. But I pushed. And the mom tried. She really did. And I pushed. And today, it all worked out. At least for today. For today, I got to do something good for a family. And it felt really right. Every attorney in the room hugged the mom after the judge made his rulings. And she cried and cried. I held out. When I left, I thought I would but I didn't. She was still crying when I left. It was really, really moving. It was possibly the best moment in my professional career yet. And I just thought it deserved a moment to be written about before moving on to all the other tasks/investigations/meetings/phone calls etc. of...

So remember this Wednesday Weirdo post ? If you haven't read it, you should read it first so this will make sense. Mainly just the parts about the guy with the long hair whose car I peed on, though. So the guy whose car I peed on? Killed a girl. UPDATE: Hazelwood police investigate shooting death of woman | St. Louis Globe-Democrat He's not so good looking these days. He killed his 18 year old girlfriend who he lived with. He was THIRTY FIVE YEARS OLD! He shot her in the head. I got drunk and peed on a guy's car who is a murderer! Oh AND cut his long hair off! Soooo fucked up.

"shouldn't you pharmacist (whos supposed to be all smart and not kill you) be able to look at your patient profile and realize that you don't need to warn a male to stop taking a drug if they become pregnant?" "Aw, Pablo, I didn't even know you were trying." "shouldn't your pharmacist (who's supposed to be all smart and not kill you) be able to look at your patient profile and realize that you don't need to warn a male to stop taking a drug if they become pregnant?" "sorry Karin, wasn't intentionally removing your comment, just realized I hadn't actually used proper grammar in the first post..." "I understand. You're not out of the first trimester so you're not ready to tell everyone yet." "No time to make fun of South County rednecks tonight. Busy taking down my Christmas tree." "thought she saw a poodle earlier outside Target, but it was just a pair of Ugh boots with pom poms....

This dad called me recently with concerns about his daughters. They're twins. His wife found them standing on a wet bathroom floor giggling. Sounds like normal twin girl stuff, right? The wet bathroom floor and the giggling was apparently because they were peeing on each other and thought it was hysterical. He did not think it was funny.