Back to My Roots

Okay, so it's been almost a year since my last post, but as this blog is really only for myself, I don't really see a problem with it. Soooo much has happened since March when I put in my last two cents. Since then I have saved up and now have more to talk about. This has been quite the year. Let's see...
We have elected a new President, and let me just say while I believe the Apocalypse is upon us, I am hopeful he won't screw up too bad. But lets be real about it people, even if he does screw up, the good ol' Dem's will just blame Bush, so it won't matter anyway. That's comforting in a misogynistic way that this at least will never change.
We've also been thrown into a recession the likes of which haven't been seen since the Great Depression (Recession/Depression- coincidence, I think not!), followed by the Mother of all Bailouts to everyone from Fannie Mae and Mac to the auto companies. Everyone's hand has been in the US cookie jar, except those of us who really need, like me and my fellow po' folks.
Russia and Georgia (the country not the state) got into a pimp slapping contest to see who was really the greatest 3rd world country of Eurasia, and proceeded to bomb each other with shit that was pre-cold world. Nothing really came of it, but for a few hours I thought for sure we were about to watch another soviet meltdown.
On the personal front, I have migrated back across the Mississippi. That's right, I've moved back to my beloved city and State after a few years hanging out on the East coast. Although the ATL was a fun place to visit for some years, I just couldn't see myself living there so I left and came back to where everyone knows my name. While I do miss the friends I left on the other side, I must say that I wouldn't go back now, except to visit. When I would visit SA, I always drove by this spot on the lower lever of IH10 West in the downtown area where you pass near the Fiesta spices factory. It's always been comforting to drive past there and smell Chili powder. It's like a woobie for my soul, or some crap like that.
So now that I live here again, I feel more like myself, so that what I'm after right now. It's part of my WINTER OF WHITWELL. More on that the next post.

Doin' My Civic Duty

Today was jury duty day. I have been summoned to jury duty before, but usually I show up only to find out that the case is now dismissed, postponed, etc...all the while causing a huge pain in my ass due to having to get up early. In defense of the process, I had only been summoned in JP trials (that's the Justice of the Peace for those not cool enough to grow up in the sticks.) Today I got to go to state court and be apart of the magic that is our legal system. I must say that given that I live in the most backassward state, even I was amazed at how tight the system was here. I got my summons a month ago with instructions to call in to see if I was needed. That's a first. I called the day before and sure enough, I won the lottery. I must say that I was excited since this is the first time I had ever been chosen for anything. Ever. I took the train downtown and walked the 5 blocks through the ghetto to the court house (I see a future post on why our legal system is always housed in the worst part of town) to show up promptly at 8:15 so that I would have enough time to check in before court started. Once checked in and sporting my red and white juror badge so that all would know not to approach me as I was there on important state business, the waiting game began. They actually showed us a video in case anyone was all unsure as to what jury duty was and needed to know what they were doing there. So I waited for about 15 minuets until the faceless voice came on to tell us that we had a break until 9:15. How slow the wheels of justice move! About an hour later, my name was called and bingo, I was told to report to the court room. I must admit now that my name was called out of all those people, and there were a bunch, visions of Law and Order started going through my head. I thought it was just a matter of time before Jack McCoy came bursting through the courtroom doors giving a poignant and thought provoking closing argument. But alas, it was not to be as I was number 30 and they only took 2 through 15. So back to the waiting room I went for another hour until they called me again to tell me my duty was served. So not only do I get a full days pay from work for being a good citizen, but I also get a whopping $25 bucks from Fulton County, which I might add pays more than the State of California at only $7 a day. Yeah, it was in the video. I did enjoy my time as a juror and really want to do it again, but next time I want to go to trial and really see the action.

Where have I been?

I really hate it when I log onto my favorite site and see that the blogger has not written anything for a day or two, never mind 5 months. Yuck!! Even though I no one reads this blog except Abby, I still should be better about writing on it, especially if I ever want someone to read it!!