When I was a young, flighty thing (being so mature and grounded now) I would ride the Spokane transit to and fro about the city and observe the array of humanity that is up for viewing at ye local bus station. And boy howdy, if there are aliens in outer space tuning in to our goings-on on this wet, floating ball we call Earth, mass transit must be like some Comedy Central/Bravo channel hybrid to them.
For those of you who arenât afflicted with that four-letter word called G-O-L-F, please continue reading this edition of the Statesman-Examiner and avoid this golf ethics question.
Yes, itâs a conundrum caught between a pine grove and a hard place.
For the uninitiated, golf is one of the most honorable of games. Yes, thatâs allegedly and actually. There are few sports that I know of that call for the player to serve as his own arbiter and call penalties on him or herself.
Yes, what would Uncle Timmy do indeed.
Youâve whipped yourself into a wholehearted weight loss frenzy â exercised an hour every day, cut calories until you were ravenous (and homicidal) and used every psych trick in your book â and you havenâtâ lost and ounce, or maybe thatâs all you DID lose. Youâre going to have a meltdown if someone waves another celery stick in front of you. You start thinking maybe you are sleep-eating in the middle of the night (yes â people actually do that).
Law reviewed: Revised Code of Washington, Title 18
Are you one of those industries who are feeling crowded by the number of competing businesses? Or maybe you are a professional bemoaning the fact that every wet behind the ears college graduate has a Bachelorâs or Masterâs degree in your occupation and the surge of entrants is likely to depress your wages and benefits. Donât worryâour legislature can fix that.
So, what do you do when your kid takes a chunk out of his fatherâs finger, then kicks him in the crotch because Pa had the audacity to take Juniorâs iPod as punishment for disobedience?
Why, you jump pell-mell into the fray and punch your husband in the face because âheâs being too strict.â
Or at least thatâs the reasoning for a 44-year old mother who was arrested after helping her 13-year-old son assault his dad.
Heel boy! Down girl! And no, Iâm not talking to the family dogs.
This article is #21 in the Citizen Jane series.
Law reviewed: RCW 70, Public Health and Safety
BY JAMIE HENNEMAN
Online News Editor
Do you know who the Washington State otologist is? No? Well apparently neither does anyone else because this position, created by the legislature in 1945 and affirmed as a needed position in 1991, has never been held by a living person.
Jennifer Aniston must have a new movie out. I only say this beÂŹcause she is on the cover of yet another magazine, naked (or one spaghetti strap away from being so). Iâm not judging her on this, just pointing out her unique superpowers.
We are having a thyroid disease epidemic and the experts canât figure out why.
In the last two years, more people than ever are coming into my clinic and telling me that they, and even their pets, have thyroid disease.
Your thyroid regulates your metabolism so that you donât get fat for no reason. It uses iodine to manufacture thyroid horÂŹmones that your entire body depends on. It cleans your blood. It works with your pituitary gland to regulate blood pressure, fluids, temperature and emotions.
BY JAMIE HENNEMAN
S-E Staff Reporter
The following is article 20 in the Citizen Jane series featured in the Statesman-Examiner.
Here are a few interesting statistics for you: Washington State, a state since 1889, used to have all its laws in one book. The first state Legislature created laws to address state expenditure, state prisons, juvenile detention, prison industries, schools and taxes. All of this neatly fit into a portable, lightweight tome.
Since when did weddings become akin to highway robbery? Seriously, itâs like instead of a dashing, dangerous rogue in pantaloons and a pistol demanding your ducats, itâs a bride with a serious case of the furies and a fondness for taffeta âlovinglyâ guilt tripping you into the forking over of material excess. See that guy nervously keeping watch behind her in the coat and tails with the slightly dopey grin on his face? Thatâs the groom.