Law and disorder
I'm sitting in the Jury Duty room at the Dekalb County Courthouse in Decatur - they have wifi, but I'm not able to get internet access on it for some reason, so I'm using my Blackberry's modem functionality. Not too shabby, as long as I don't have to download any emails with attachments greater than 2 MB.
So - weekend update!
1. Last Thursday the Husband and I went to the Tabernacle to see Flogging Molly, a fabulous punk Irish band, whom I have now added to my very short list of Bands I Will Actually Bother Seeing Live. They had two great opening acts, one of which was just hilarious and weird:
The band is called The Reverend Peyton's Big Damn Band, and it's made up of a guy on a series of vintage guitars who is an AMAZING plucker (check out his wiki entry for a pretty cool story on that), his slightly scary looking but wholly entertaining wife playing a washboard (yes, a washboard) hooked up to an amp, and his brother on drums. They look like a bunch of redneck hillbillys, and their music is basically a punk version of 20's and 30's bluegrass. For some reason
baldsug, I totally thought of you - I think you'd really get a kick out of them. They sang songs that included such fabulous titles as "Your Cousin's On Cops" and "Mama's Fried Potaters."
2. Went to the neighbors house on Friday night to watch the latest installment of Lost, eat dinner, and drink too much wine followed by a little sipping Tequila. Lost has been fantastic this season - very gripping, very interesting, eliciting a disappointed "Nooooooo!" whenever we realize the episode is over.
3. Was very excited about going to
supergoober's birthday party (happy birthday!!) and campaign launch on Saturday night, but by 2 PM my head felt like a cannon ball and my sinuses had drained into my throat to the point where the pain was such that I couldn't talk. *I* couldn't talk. Those of you who don't know me in RL may not realize how devastating and bizarre it is for me not to talk. Anyhow, spent the rest of the weekend drinking tea (ginger and lemon tea is my salvation), juice (orange mixed with pomegranate - absolute yum) and soup (chicken with wild rice.) Husband took good care of me as I snuffled and croaked my way through the rest of the weekend. Now I'm snuffling my way through jury duty (note to the people sitting around me: sorry about that.)
4. So most of you know about my Crazy Sister Who Lives in a Yurt - well after reading this, I've decided she may be crazy (no, my mother's alleged disapproval of the midwife process did NOT cause you to have a caesarean, you nut) but she also may not be stupid. She and her husband carry around jugs of water from their own well, and avoid having their kids drink public water at all costs. As this study points out, we just don't know the long-term effects of all the pharmaceuticals in the water, and it's probably a lot safer not to find out.
And speaking of my sister: she, her husband, and their four children will actually be coming to visit the first weekend in April. Most of them will stay at my mother's house (where my sister has chosen to never visit, in the 10+ years my mother has lived there) but we're thinking maybe two of the kids will stay at our house. Since I have virtually no contact with my nieces and nephews, I'm very happy about this.
5. You know that awful, fear-mongering "who will answer the phone while your kids are sleeping and bad things are happening" campaign commercial from Hillary Clinton? Turns out the little girl in the stock footage is now 18 years old and an active Obama campaigner in her high school. I'm thinking Hillary's reaction to this was probably, "you are fucking kidding me."
6. Husband and I are making another attempt at organized sport - after having a blast a few weekends ago playing kickball, we've joined the kickball league and will be playing on Wednesday evenings. WooHoo!
Have a lovely week, all, and please keep your fingers crossed that I'll be dismissed and not put on a jury. I leave on Thursday for a 1,000 person conference in Las Vegas and I'm just a teensy weensy bit busy trying to prepare.
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So - weekend update!
1. Last Thursday the Husband and I went to the Tabernacle to see Flogging Molly, a fabulous punk Irish band, whom I have now added to my very short list of Bands I Will Actually Bother Seeing Live. They had two great opening acts, one of which was just hilarious and weird:
The band is called The Reverend Peyton's Big Damn Band, and it's made up of a guy on a series of vintage guitars who is an AMAZING plucker (check out his wiki entry for a pretty cool story on that), his slightly scary looking but wholly entertaining wife playing a washboard (yes, a washboard) hooked up to an amp, and his brother on drums. They look like a bunch of redneck hillbillys, and their music is basically a punk version of 20's and 30's bluegrass. For some reason
baldsug, I totally thought of you - I think you'd really get a kick out of them. They sang songs that included such fabulous titles as "Your Cousin's On Cops" and "Mama's Fried Potaters."
2. Went to the neighbors house on Friday night to watch the latest installment of Lost, eat dinner, and drink too much wine followed by a little sipping Tequila. Lost has been fantastic this season - very gripping, very interesting, eliciting a disappointed "Nooooooo!" whenever we realize the episode is over.
3. Was very excited about going to
supergoober's birthday party (happy birthday!!) and campaign launch on Saturday night, but by 2 PM my head felt like a cannon ball and my sinuses had drained into my throat to the point where the pain was such that I couldn't talk. *I* couldn't talk. Those of you who don't know me in RL may not realize how devastating and bizarre it is for me not to talk. Anyhow, spent the rest of the weekend drinking tea (ginger and lemon tea is my salvation), juice (orange mixed with pomegranate - absolute yum) and soup (chicken with wild rice.) Husband took good care of me as I snuffled and croaked my way through the rest of the weekend. Now I'm snuffling my way through jury duty (note to the people sitting around me: sorry about that.)
4. So most of you know about my Crazy Sister Who Lives in a Yurt - well after reading this, I've decided she may be crazy (no, my mother's alleged disapproval of the midwife process did NOT cause you to have a caesarean, you nut) but she also may not be stupid. She and her husband carry around jugs of water from their own well, and avoid having their kids drink public water at all costs. As this study points out, we just don't know the long-term effects of all the pharmaceuticals in the water, and it's probably a lot safer not to find out.
And speaking of my sister: she, her husband, and their four children will actually be coming to visit the first weekend in April. Most of them will stay at my mother's house (where my sister has chosen to never visit, in the 10+ years my mother has lived there) but we're thinking maybe two of the kids will stay at our house. Since I have virtually no contact with my nieces and nephews, I'm very happy about this.
5. You know that awful, fear-mongering "who will answer the phone while your kids are sleeping and bad things are happening" campaign commercial from Hillary Clinton? Turns out the little girl in the stock footage is now 18 years old and an active Obama campaigner in her high school. I'm thinking Hillary's reaction to this was probably, "you are fucking kidding me."
6. Husband and I are making another attempt at organized sport - after having a blast a few weekends ago playing kickball, we've joined the kickball league and will be playing on Wednesday evenings. WooHoo!
Have a lovely week, all, and please keep your fingers crossed that I'll be dismissed and not put on a jury. I leave on Thursday for a 1,000 person conference in Las Vegas and I'm just a teensy weensy bit busy trying to prepare.
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