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June 17, 2015 Uncategorized Comments Off on Moving …

Hello everyone,

I am in the process of trying to make my e-life more manageable … I have about 150 unanswered questions here and have no way to weed through them in a timely manner.

So this is the new plan….

I am going to answer questions from my Facebook Page: My Mother’s Rules:

My Mother’s Rules

I have turned on the messages feature there and I have someone helping me to get things organized, so I can respond to more and do general replies to often asked questions.

LOL! Keep your fingers crossed as I continue my on-line e-struggles





A could of answers

Hello everyone,

I’ve gotten a couple of questions from some of you about me that I’d thought I’d answer en masse.

1. Someone asked me to take an honest look at myself to determine whether I favor men in my court. I thought about it and will continue to. Interestingly, more often I get men telling me I am a feminist who always sides with women. In general, I think people tend to understand their own so much better than they understand others it is natural to side with them more because what they say to instinctually  makes sense.

I try very hard to think on both sides of the fence when I am on the bench. With both sides seeing bias on the other I think I’m probably close. lol! That said, I never stop reviewing and adjusting.

2. Someone asked if the things that I see on the bench every help me in my marriage. And the answer is absolutely! But then again I think everything I do and see everywhere helps me. You just keep learning all along. I wrote about my marriage a fair amount in Making Marriage Work, if you’re really interested. Too much to repeat here, but definitely I’ve learned along the way.

3. Last, but not least, someone else asked if my job ever interferes with my marriage and is it hard to balance both. The answer to that one is no. There isn’t much to balance. I tape only a couple months out of the year and then only a few days each month. So we’re chillin’ together most of the time.  I tell you what was hard though. when I was an attorney working 70 hours a week and we had the 4 older boys and I had a new baby. Talk about balancing. I was half a lunatic most days….

So there ya go …

Hope you guys have a great day!

Should Be Good

I believe my AskJudgeLynn Page is working.

Just go to the page scroll down to the bottom and start a new topic if you have a question.

Technical Issues

Hello all, I have had some reports of technical issues on my

AskJudgeLynn Message Board.

I have someone working on it … Not me, of course, since I actually want to fix it!

Gotta Love A Dog

Hello everybody. This is a candid shot of me and Boogie, The Dog.


Photo on 4-30-15 at 7.55 AM

Six* and I went out and got him on a lark one day. Well, it wasn’t really a lark, I had been mulling it over for a while. In fact I had already made a few recognizance missions, on the down low, to Adopt-a-Pet Weekends at PetSmart.

Here’s the thing … we were almost done. BigE and I where on the home stretch to free. The last was getting ready to go. We were going to be empty nesters. I think my husband had visions of impromptu vacations, lengthy travel and, to be honest, just not taking care of anyone who wasn’t us.

I, on the other hand, was looking forward to having the house to ourselves and making far fewer meals.

Dog poop and personality gave me pause as well. I didn’t want to deal with the former and I was afraid I might get a dog that was simply, well, how should I out it, a pain in the ass.

(I think Ruthie and her crazy stories about the mayhem in her home when rescuing certain ones scared me a little bit… just saying. LOL!)

Anyway, Six is a persuasive fellow. His love of life and impulsive decisions got the best of me one day and he said, “Oh you worry too much about what might happen. He seems cool. Let’s just bring him home.” So we did.

I have to say, it was stressful in the beginning. He tore through the house like a Tasmanian Devil for a full 2 hours. He ate one of my favorite shoes and pooped in the living room. I gave my son the side eye too. “See what you’ve done to me?”

To his credit, Six was all over he poop thing. He never minded picking it up and he’d do it really quickly, often trying to get to it before I stumbled across the offending material. I never have shoes on in the house and I tend to be doing other things while walking. As you might imagine these personal tendencies made for a couple of unpleasant moments I’d prefer not to describe.

But as time wore on we figured out that the dog was actually pretty much potty trained. It was the excitement of a new home that had caused him to tear about and poop at will.

Anyway, BigE was not at all amused. “This dog,” he said, “is crazy.” He then made it clear to Six that the dog (now named Boogie) was his responsibility. And if you know Six at all, his name and responsibility rarely make an appearance in the same sentence.

But apparently dogs have some magic in them. Six was all over it and him, feeding and picking up poop without prompting. They slept in the bed together.

Now that he has moved on it’s just me, BigE and the dog. And I think BigE is more happy about his presence than me. I cuddle and love; they play tug of war. BigE picks up poop because he believes that it is something a woman simply should not have to do. (Every once in a while old fashioned comes in very handy.)

Anyway we walk him a lot. Especially me. I’ve lost 3 pounds in the process. When I am stressed, me and my canine psychologist hit the bricks. We amble about, he sniffs and I breathe. We both Smell the Roses in our own way.  He even enjoys trips to the vet, he is an attention hog and doesn’t care what kind it is.

You have gotta love a dog!



*My husband, BigE and I have, between the two of us Six sons. when I speak about them in my blogs I name no names. I just give numbers.


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