Yikes! Jury Duty

Oh yes, that’s right.  The notice came in the mail yesterday.  March 8th is the day that I report.  I’ve mixed feelings about this. 
It has nothing to do with the whopping huge $8 a day that they will pay me. 
I’ve served Jury duty before … long ago.   Admittedly, it was done differently back then.  All the potential jurors had to sit in a large, cold waiting room, all day for 5 days, just waiting to be called in as a group to be selected for a jury.  It was so horribly boring.  There was one tv set in the room, which many of the ladies females fought over because they didn’t want to miss their soap operas.  During that week of mindlessly sitting and waiting, I came close to being selected to be on a jury only twice.  Both times, I was quickly dismissed by the defense attorney because my father was a state cop.    I read a lot of books that week.
I was selected another time for jury duty, but I was excused because I was pregnant with my sweet Rachel.   Barf bags aren’t permitted in the courtrooms, I guess , and since I needed one every day, all day, the judge decided that it was best that I stay home with it instead.
So that brings us to March 8th.  I will just have to sit at the courthouse for one day.  If I’m not selected as a juror that day, I’ll be done.  Naturally, if I am selected, I’ll have to stay as long as the trial lasts. 
I have a form to fill out which basically wants to know if I can be impartial and fair.  It also asks if I’m related to someone who is a police officer or in law enforcement.  My dad was a statey,  and my son-in-law previously worked in security and has a master’s in criminal justice, so I’ll have to check the “yes” box.  I’m going to assume that I will be rejected because of that.
So here’s my mixed feelings.  I don’t really want to spend the day at the courthouse waiting to see if attorneys will pick me to be on their jury, but if I am selected to be on a jury, I think it would be interesting and I wouldn’t mind.
But if I get there and they insist that I can’t be impartial simply because I’m related to someone in law enforcement?  That’s going to make me angry.
But, I have no say in any of this.  I’ll do as I’m told.  I’ll report, I’ll sit, I’ll be rejected, I’ll go home with my $8. 


So, I’m just about done with my candle mat.  :)  I’m sooooo pleased with how it looks now.  Earlier I had shown it and said that i was having trouble figuring out what to do with the leaves.
I just couldn’t make it look how I wanted it to look.  After it sat on my table for two days …with me looking at it every stinkin time I walked passed it … It finally hit me what was wrong.  The green color that I had dyed the original leaves was just a shade off.  The green was just a smidgen too bright. 
I went back to the dye pot and created a more subtle olive dirty green and that solved it!
I just need to sew the cream colored background on, stitch the backing on that and I’ll be finished.
Soo sooo happy with this one. 
Noooo, it’s not going to be a pattern!  I cut all the flower petals and leaves free hand so it was a spontaneous creation. If you look close enough, you’ll see that the petals aren’t the same sizes and shapes …  neither are the leaves.
BIIIIIIIIIIG snow storm is coming this way today.  The latest weather report I heard was 8-12 inches of the white stuff? 
I’ll be over babysitting when it all starts so I’m hoping that I’ll be able to get home.
And speaking of the grandson … at 3 years old, I find myself having adult conversations with the kid. 
First of all, he never shuts up!  He’s always jabbering about something and has this way of making sure that I’m listening to everything he says too.  Yesterday, he came over to me and pointing to some of my penny rugs that I have hanging on the wall he asked, “How you make those, gamma?”  I reminded him that he watches me make those and I do it with a needle and some thread and wool.  He shook his head back and forth and very seriously said “well, they are just beautiful”.  
haha … the kid knows how to butter up the grandma real good to get a special snack, now doesn’t he?
I love my family. :)  
Rachel called last night and made me laugh .. a lot.  It had to do with … if she ever accidently enlists in the army she’ll just cut off her trigger finger so that they will reject her enlistment.  Oh dear, that doesn’t sound funny, does it?  But coming from Rachel, in her goofy way, yes, it was really funny. 
Have a gloriously happy day everyone.  :)