Who do I see? The COP from the trial!!!!! I was at the check out and he was by the exit; I'm pretty sure he saw me, because he was talking to someone and they were both kinda facing the check outs and then he turned away as I was walking towards him. Could have been a coincidence (him turning) but I was like, what are the odds that I'd see him again...and so soon? I wanted to ask him what the results were but I figured it was best to just let it go.
And this morning, I checked the state's Judicial Branch website and it says VERDICT FOR DEFENDANT. Whoo hoo!!!!!!! Very happy to hear that, and that's how I would have voted/ruled/whatever had I been on the real jury.
I just wonder what was going on in that jury room after I left...how the deliberations went down, if it was clear-cut, if people had to "coerce" others, etc. The other alternate and I discussed things and we came to our agreement pretty quickly. When you looked at the charges that the plaintiff was allegedly saying that the defendant did, it was a pretty weak case. There might have been some discrepancies as to the information on hand, but when it came down to the charge of malice or intent, there wasn't any of that. I still believe that the cop was doing his duty when he found the plaintiff might have been violating his parole. The end.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
School
I was reading a blog over here the other day, and actually commented on one of the posts about how I didn't finish two masters degrees.
Ooops.
That led me to do some thinking about the degrees.
Why I started them. Why I didn't finish them.
When I started them, I had good intentions of finishing them. Perhaps I even had delusions of grandeur of doing something great with them. What happened? Why didn't I finish? I don't know.
It's a little embarrassing, but I try not to think about it too much--the fact that I didn't finish. I know I'm smart enough to get into graduate school. The problem is...I'm not smart enough to know what I want to do once I get there!
I love learning. I hate that you have to pay for it, most of the time...unless you teach yo' self. Which actually isn't a bad idea...I mean, kids get homeschooled every day. If I wanted to learn something...and it was easy to read up on it or study it, then it couldn't be too hard, right? If I wanted to, I don't know, take up WELDING, for instance, then yeah, I'd need to study with someone...someone who could teach me how to do it safely, lol. Knowing me, I'd start a fire.
Anyway, I started two grad programs.
Program the first--a masters in American Studies. I majored in AMS in college and LOOOVED it. It was a great major, and left a lot of my friends jealous due to the types of classes I took. Classes like Food and American Culture. Women and the American Experience. A class about the neighborhood in which my college was located.
Senior year of college, I was pretty much set on NOT working after graduation. I wanted to keep learning about AMS, go to grad school, and become a professor. I wanted to inspire and share knowledge with people, much like my professors had done for me. So I got accepted by one school, even though I'd applied to a ton. I moved to that city and did one semester. I didn't like the courses--they weren't what I'd though they'd be. There was a ton of reading and I didn't know how to get all of it done. I wasn't doing well on my papers. I also didn't know what I'd do when I finished. I just wasn't feeling it. Not to mention, I missed my friends, wasn't making any in this new area, etc.
I left after that semester.
Program the second--a masters in Health Care Administration. After I'd left the first program, moved home and gotten my first "real" job, one of my former undergrad professors hired me to work with him as a research assistant on a book he was writing about the American health care system. I developed a passion for learning everything I could about this subject. I wanted to study about it more. So I thought the best thing would be to go to school for it.
I found a local university that had the degree, and started taking classes. While I did well in them and liked them very much, I had met my now-husband and found that he was having trouble getting work in his field, even though he'd received a masters degree from the same university I was now attending. I realized that I needed some practical experience in the field if I was to get a masters and expect a job. Maybe I didn't look very hard, maybe I was lazy, but I had a hard time finding a job that would hire someone transitioning fields.
So I gave up school again. This time around, DH was recovering from the bad accident that almost killed him, I was having problems at my job (and wanted to quit), so those were things that definitely influenced me on why I quit.
Why am I posting about this...now? I don't know, the whole jury duty thing really stirred up something inside of me. I realized that I don't really DO anything...I work, but I'm not really into it. I want to have a purpose. That sounds so stupid in print, but it's how I feel. I don't really have any interests, any thing that drives me.
Then I feel stuck because I can't just pick up and move, or quit my job to try something different. I've always had something (be it a person or a reason or a fear) that kept me back. Not all of these somethings are bad or unwanted...they just shape your life differently...so that you can't just do what you want.
Ooops.
That led me to do some thinking about the degrees.
Why I started them. Why I didn't finish them.
When I started them, I had good intentions of finishing them. Perhaps I even had delusions of grandeur of doing something great with them. What happened? Why didn't I finish? I don't know.
It's a little embarrassing, but I try not to think about it too much--the fact that I didn't finish. I know I'm smart enough to get into graduate school. The problem is...I'm not smart enough to know what I want to do once I get there!
I love learning. I hate that you have to pay for it, most of the time...unless you teach yo' self. Which actually isn't a bad idea...I mean, kids get homeschooled every day. If I wanted to learn something...and it was easy to read up on it or study it, then it couldn't be too hard, right? If I wanted to, I don't know, take up WELDING, for instance, then yeah, I'd need to study with someone...someone who could teach me how to do it safely, lol. Knowing me, I'd start a fire.
Anyway, I started two grad programs.
Program the first--a masters in American Studies. I majored in AMS in college and LOOOVED it. It was a great major, and left a lot of my friends jealous due to the types of classes I took. Classes like Food and American Culture. Women and the American Experience. A class about the neighborhood in which my college was located.
Senior year of college, I was pretty much set on NOT working after graduation. I wanted to keep learning about AMS, go to grad school, and become a professor. I wanted to inspire and share knowledge with people, much like my professors had done for me. So I got accepted by one school, even though I'd applied to a ton. I moved to that city and did one semester. I didn't like the courses--they weren't what I'd though they'd be. There was a ton of reading and I didn't know how to get all of it done. I wasn't doing well on my papers. I also didn't know what I'd do when I finished. I just wasn't feeling it. Not to mention, I missed my friends, wasn't making any in this new area, etc.
I left after that semester.
Program the second--a masters in Health Care Administration. After I'd left the first program, moved home and gotten my first "real" job, one of my former undergrad professors hired me to work with him as a research assistant on a book he was writing about the American health care system. I developed a passion for learning everything I could about this subject. I wanted to study about it more. So I thought the best thing would be to go to school for it.
I found a local university that had the degree, and started taking classes. While I did well in them and liked them very much, I had met my now-husband and found that he was having trouble getting work in his field, even though he'd received a masters degree from the same university I was now attending. I realized that I needed some practical experience in the field if I was to get a masters and expect a job. Maybe I didn't look very hard, maybe I was lazy, but I had a hard time finding a job that would hire someone transitioning fields.
So I gave up school again. This time around, DH was recovering from the bad accident that almost killed him, I was having problems at my job (and wanted to quit), so those were things that definitely influenced me on why I quit.
Why am I posting about this...now? I don't know, the whole jury duty thing really stirred up something inside of me. I realized that I don't really DO anything...I work, but I'm not really into it. I want to have a purpose. That sounds so stupid in print, but it's how I feel. I don't really have any interests, any thing that drives me.
Then I feel stuck because I can't just pick up and move, or quit my job to try something different. I've always had something (be it a person or a reason or a fear) that kept me back. Not all of these somethings are bad or unwanted...they just shape your life differently...so that you can't just do what you want.
Whoops
Forgot to say what the case was about!
It was a civil case--this guy, who had been arrested while out on parole, was suing a police officer from his town. The plaintiff was claiming that the arrest was done maliciously and it caused him to be improperly imprisoned for an additional year (he'd gone back to jail only FOUR MONTHS after being out after 8 yrs). He was claiming that his civil rights were violated, etc. First off, the cop didn't even arrest this guy. All he did was call the man's parole officer, letting him know he'd violated the conditions of parole.
Had I been able to deliberate, I would have sided with the cop. The cop had taken a complaint by the man's ex-wife, who saw the guy walking down her street, when the guy was told, BY HIS PAROLE OFFICER, NOT TO GO DOWN HIS WIFE'S STREET OR ANYWHERE NEAR HER. Those were some of the conditions of his parole. She saw him go by like 6-8 times, and he did call her once (another violation)--she was willing to let all of this go, not a big deal...but around Christmas time that year (this was a few yrs ago) she got this cryptic Christmas card and went to the cops. She thought it was from her ex-husband and had enough of his antics.
Her going to the police led the officer to call the PO, who then decided to arrest the man. NOT the cop. The cop did later charge the man with some offenses, but the real reason he went back to prison was because he violated his parole. He did NOT follow instructions. He was really cocky on the stand too. The defendant's attorney said that he was a control freak and that he didn't like being told not to do XYZ and he thought he'd get away with it. There was definitely a jilted lover vibe--the plaintiff, years ago, had shot the man with whom his wife was having an affair. Right in front of her as the two lovers were leaving work. The guy was hurt pretty badly too.
I'm not sure from where the Christmas originated, but come on, if you are terrified of your ex and he's recently out of jail, then you see him walking by, he calls, and then you get a creepy card...you can pretty much assume that it's from him, and you're scared that you might be hurt next...so you go to the cops. The cop was doing his job, to protect the public...and there was some documentation about a protective order against the victims. So he did what he thought, at the time, was the right thing and called the PO. The cop might have been a bit mixed up--some of the information we heard in court was contradictory--was it a court order protective order? Was it NOT court ordered? Was that the correct name of the person? etc.
So yeah, that's what went down. I'm so curious as to how my fellow jurors decided!!!!
It was a civil case--this guy, who had been arrested while out on parole, was suing a police officer from his town. The plaintiff was claiming that the arrest was done maliciously and it caused him to be improperly imprisoned for an additional year (he'd gone back to jail only FOUR MONTHS after being out after 8 yrs). He was claiming that his civil rights were violated, etc. First off, the cop didn't even arrest this guy. All he did was call the man's parole officer, letting him know he'd violated the conditions of parole.
Had I been able to deliberate, I would have sided with the cop. The cop had taken a complaint by the man's ex-wife, who saw the guy walking down her street, when the guy was told, BY HIS PAROLE OFFICER, NOT TO GO DOWN HIS WIFE'S STREET OR ANYWHERE NEAR HER. Those were some of the conditions of his parole. She saw him go by like 6-8 times, and he did call her once (another violation)--she was willing to let all of this go, not a big deal...but around Christmas time that year (this was a few yrs ago) she got this cryptic Christmas card and went to the cops. She thought it was from her ex-husband and had enough of his antics.
Her going to the police led the officer to call the PO, who then decided to arrest the man. NOT the cop. The cop did later charge the man with some offenses, but the real reason he went back to prison was because he violated his parole. He did NOT follow instructions. He was really cocky on the stand too. The defendant's attorney said that he was a control freak and that he didn't like being told not to do XYZ and he thought he'd get away with it. There was definitely a jilted lover vibe--the plaintiff, years ago, had shot the man with whom his wife was having an affair. Right in front of her as the two lovers were leaving work. The guy was hurt pretty badly too.
I'm not sure from where the Christmas originated, but come on, if you are terrified of your ex and he's recently out of jail, then you see him walking by, he calls, and then you get a creepy card...you can pretty much assume that it's from him, and you're scared that you might be hurt next...so you go to the cops. The cop was doing his job, to protect the public...and there was some documentation about a protective order against the victims. So he did what he thought, at the time, was the right thing and called the PO. The cop might have been a bit mixed up--some of the information we heard in court was contradictory--was it a court order protective order? Was it NOT court ordered? Was that the correct name of the person? etc.
So yeah, that's what went down. I'm so curious as to how my fellow jurors decided!!!!
jury duty is over...
...and now I can talk about it! :-)
First off, I'm a little sad that it's over. I met some nice people...even the judge was nice, and then it's over *poof!* just like that. As an alternate, I had to leave pretty quickly and didn't really get to say goodbye to anyone. The other alternate and I left together and talked about the case. We felt similarly in how we viewed the plaintiff and the defendant, AND we were both a little upset that we couldn't stay until the end. What was cool, however, was that the other guy and I were brought into the courtroom so that the judge could excuse us and thank us for our service. He said something about how the system is set up and how it frustrates him, because he knew how much we gave (paying attention, being there, etc). I was smiling, because I felt the same way.
What made me feel good, and this is going to sound weird, but they wanted me. The lawyers and the judge, I mean. One of the attorneys made careful note of where I went to college, even said something like, "oh so you're a [insert mascot here]?" and he also drew attention to the fact that I have a lot of schooling. He acknowledged my intelligence, which is something very few people do.
I mean, I know I'm smart/intelligent, so does DH, my family, my friends...but when a stranger can tell that from just meeting you for a few moments, it gives you a great feeling. I value my education highly and sometimes, especially at work, I don't feel like much credit is given to those with a college education. I know it's business and they really don't give a shit, but I did work hard and loved learning things. I still do, so that's probably why I enjoyed jury duty so much. It was a glimpse into another world. A chance for me to learn something new, to see something different.
But now I want more. More of what, though? I don't know, exactly. I almost feel like going back to school now (yes, again).
First off, I'm a little sad that it's over. I met some nice people...even the judge was nice, and then it's over *poof!* just like that. As an alternate, I had to leave pretty quickly and didn't really get to say goodbye to anyone. The other alternate and I left together and talked about the case. We felt similarly in how we viewed the plaintiff and the defendant, AND we were both a little upset that we couldn't stay until the end. What was cool, however, was that the other guy and I were brought into the courtroom so that the judge could excuse us and thank us for our service. He said something about how the system is set up and how it frustrates him, because he knew how much we gave (paying attention, being there, etc). I was smiling, because I felt the same way.
What made me feel good, and this is going to sound weird, but they wanted me. The lawyers and the judge, I mean. One of the attorneys made careful note of where I went to college, even said something like, "oh so you're a [insert mascot here]?" and he also drew attention to the fact that I have a lot of schooling. He acknowledged my intelligence, which is something very few people do.
I mean, I know I'm smart/intelligent, so does DH, my family, my friends...but when a stranger can tell that from just meeting you for a few moments, it gives you a great feeling. I value my education highly and sometimes, especially at work, I don't feel like much credit is given to those with a college education. I know it's business and they really don't give a shit, but I did work hard and loved learning things. I still do, so that's probably why I enjoyed jury duty so much. It was a glimpse into another world. A chance for me to learn something new, to see something different.
But now I want more. More of what, though? I don't know, exactly. I almost feel like going back to school now (yes, again).
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I have a headache
and I hate it.
I ate. Carbs, protein, even a little sugar.
I drank. Beer and milk...no, not together, hours apart.
I relaxed on the couch, in front of the TV.
I was alone, because DH is hunting with his Dad.
The cats won't even hang with me, wtf? lol
Good night, going to bed to sleep this off.
I ate. Carbs, protein, even a little sugar.
I drank. Beer and milk...no, not together, hours apart.
I relaxed on the couch, in front of the TV.
I was alone, because DH is hunting with his Dad.
The cats won't even hang with me, wtf? lol
Good night, going to bed to sleep this off.
How I feel about work right now...
Warning: some of you might have read this before, elsewhere ;-)
This is so totally random, but I had to get it off of my chest.
I really enjoyed this vacation, and I really don't want to go back to work. I know I have to, I'm a big girl and there's no other option available to me. I'll probably go back in on Friday--I'm an alternate, so unless something happens with one of the "regular" jurors, I'm off the hook.
I could bitch and whine more about how I don't like working, but since I enjoyed my juror experience so much, I am trying to think of ways to incorporate what I liked about this into my work life.
The office gets me too stressed out. I even want to cry right now, thinking about the things I've missed, what I have to do when I get back. I definitely need some balance. I don't know if I'm crazy/off the mark with trying to carry some of this stuff over, but at least I know what I need during my day (life?) to make me happy. And if I can't get it at this current job, then I'll know what to look for in the future.
What I enjoyed, and would like more of in my day-to-day:
1. the discipline--I've enjoyed having a definitive start time every day and knowing what I was supposed to do. If you can't tell, a big part of my work stress comes from feeling like I'm being pulled in a million directions, no one knows what anyone else is doing, etc.
2. the hour long lunches! I could actually relax. And do something besides stuff my face. I actually ate and read, then worked on my needlepoint.
3. the QUIET--oh my god, it's been fabulous. I could think. My mind wasn't racing in a million directions.
How I can achieve this:
1. No effing clue. I've asked for agendas, for help prioritizing my work, but new things continuously pop up and then I feel like I get nothing accomplished. Or, I feel like I'm constantly running to my boss to ask him to re-prioritize things. I wish I could just "start fresh" and get rid of everything extraneous, but I have projects and things from September that still aren't complete because of new, more pressing, matters. Drives me insane.
I don't even know what I can say, if I can say anything at all, to my boss without sounding whiny, insubordinate, difficult, or anything else. It's easy to try not to let anything bother me, but it's my job, and I want to do a good one...but I don't want to feel stressed about everything.
The only thing I CAN control is when I get in and when I leave...and since this is basically left up to me, it's hard because most of the time I don't want to be there at all.
2. I don't think this is possible to arrange. We don't really have set work times to begin with (hi, no discipline) and the "rule" is 1/2 hour for lunch. We don't have a real break room, which is annoying. All we've got is a big dining table and chairs (think of boardroom furniture, lol) in an open space right near my cube area.
All I want it some space and peace/quiet when I eat or take a break. We're all mashed in tightly and it's right near my desk, so half of the time I don't even take a real lunch b/c it's like why bother? Plus, there's no escaping anyone.
The only way around this, I think, is to eat in my car, but that's pretty ridiculous.
3. This is a huge issue of mine. I need it quiet to work, to focus, to get stuff done. Instead, I'm in a cube in a "garage" and I'm right on the walkway that leads from the back door to the main door so I hear the FedEx/UPS guys, the smokers, the people who are coming/going in/out...then I've got the library sales BOYS (who are literally 22 and 23 years old) goofing off in between sales calls or yelling/peering over cube walls. This is not the dorm!
I usually listen to my headphones and try to block out the noise, but it can only help so much. And sometimes I need to work without music, to better focus. I'm not asking for it to be absolutely silent, but people should not be yelling either. I've talked to my boss about the noise, but little, if anything, is done. Sometimes I feel like I'm this crazy old lady who needs things like a study hall!
I hate feeling stuck, like there really is no alternative. I don't know what else I can ask for or suggest to remedy how I feel about going back. Grr.
This is so totally random, but I had to get it off of my chest.
I really enjoyed this vacation, and I really don't want to go back to work. I know I have to, I'm a big girl and there's no other option available to me. I'll probably go back in on Friday--I'm an alternate, so unless something happens with one of the "regular" jurors, I'm off the hook.
I could bitch and whine more about how I don't like working, but since I enjoyed my juror experience so much, I am trying to think of ways to incorporate what I liked about this into my work life.
The office gets me too stressed out. I even want to cry right now, thinking about the things I've missed, what I have to do when I get back. I definitely need some balance. I don't know if I'm crazy/off the mark with trying to carry some of this stuff over, but at least I know what I need during my day (life?) to make me happy. And if I can't get it at this current job, then I'll know what to look for in the future.
What I enjoyed, and would like more of in my day-to-day:
1. the discipline--I've enjoyed having a definitive start time every day and knowing what I was supposed to do. If you can't tell, a big part of my work stress comes from feeling like I'm being pulled in a million directions, no one knows what anyone else is doing, etc.
2. the hour long lunches! I could actually relax. And do something besides stuff my face. I actually ate and read, then worked on my needlepoint.
3. the QUIET--oh my god, it's been fabulous. I could think. My mind wasn't racing in a million directions.
How I can achieve this:
1. No effing clue. I've asked for agendas, for help prioritizing my work, but new things continuously pop up and then I feel like I get nothing accomplished. Or, I feel like I'm constantly running to my boss to ask him to re-prioritize things. I wish I could just "start fresh" and get rid of everything extraneous, but I have projects and things from September that still aren't complete because of new, more pressing, matters. Drives me insane.
I don't even know what I can say, if I can say anything at all, to my boss without sounding whiny, insubordinate, difficult, or anything else. It's easy to try not to let anything bother me, but it's my job, and I want to do a good one...but I don't want to feel stressed about everything.
The only thing I CAN control is when I get in and when I leave...and since this is basically left up to me, it's hard because most of the time I don't want to be there at all.
2. I don't think this is possible to arrange. We don't really have set work times to begin with (hi, no discipline) and the "rule" is 1/2 hour for lunch. We don't have a real break room, which is annoying. All we've got is a big dining table and chairs (think of boardroom furniture, lol) in an open space right near my cube area.
All I want it some space and peace/quiet when I eat or take a break. We're all mashed in tightly and it's right near my desk, so half of the time I don't even take a real lunch b/c it's like why bother? Plus, there's no escaping anyone.
The only way around this, I think, is to eat in my car, but that's pretty ridiculous.
3. This is a huge issue of mine. I need it quiet to work, to focus, to get stuff done. Instead, I'm in a cube in a "garage" and I'm right on the walkway that leads from the back door to the main door so I hear the FedEx/UPS guys, the smokers, the people who are coming/going in/out...then I've got the library sales BOYS (who are literally 22 and 23 years old) goofing off in between sales calls or yelling/peering over cube walls. This is not the dorm!
I usually listen to my headphones and try to block out the noise, but it can only help so much. And sometimes I need to work without music, to better focus. I'm not asking for it to be absolutely silent, but people should not be yelling either. I've talked to my boss about the noise, but little, if anything, is done. Sometimes I feel like I'm this crazy old lady who needs things like a study hall!
I hate feeling stuck, like there really is no alternative. I don't know what else I can ask for or suggest to remedy how I feel about going back. Grr.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Jury Duty
Some of you already know this...but yesterday I had jury duty. Annnnnnd I was selected for a jury which begins today. So I will be out of work through the middle of next week (should be a 4 or 5 day civil trial). My boss is not pleased, but what can I do? If I don't show up, I could be away from worker longer...as in arrested and charged with contempt of court. Not good! I'm trying to stay on top of things as much as I can at night and over this weekend, but we'll see. DH thinks I'm crazy for doing work at night/weekends but this is my job. I can't just be like "oh well, whatever." And, it's not as if my boss does my stuff while I'm gone. So whatever isn't done...literally doesn't get done. But I think that DH should go in my place--he's not working! Ironic.
Part of me is pleased that I was picked...I think it'll be an interesting learning experience. I'm a dork! DH said that I got picked because I'm smart and well-educated. Um, and too honest! Catholic guilt or what? ;-)
Must be a family thing, because my mom was picked awhile back, but didn't have to serve--the case settled out of court at the 11th hour. As I need to be at court in less than 2 hours, I'm thinking the trial is ON like Donkey Kong.
This is funny to me and other local people, but when I entered the courtroom and saw the defendant's attorney, I wanted to laugh. He's a well-known lawyer who does a lot of high-profile cases. So well-known that when I said that exact phrase to my psychologist last night, she said his name immediately. Since we were in the confidentiality of a therapy appointment, I said yes. Hahahaha.
I will be back later to chronicle my first day on the jury.
Part of me is pleased that I was picked...I think it'll be an interesting learning experience. I'm a dork! DH said that I got picked because I'm smart and well-educated. Um, and too honest! Catholic guilt or what? ;-)
Must be a family thing, because my mom was picked awhile back, but didn't have to serve--the case settled out of court at the 11th hour. As I need to be at court in less than 2 hours, I'm thinking the trial is ON like Donkey Kong.
This is funny to me and other local people, but when I entered the courtroom and saw the defendant's attorney, I wanted to laugh. He's a well-known lawyer who does a lot of high-profile cases. So well-known that when I said that exact phrase to my psychologist last night, she said his name immediately. Since we were in the confidentiality of a therapy appointment, I said yes. Hahahaha.
I will be back later to chronicle my first day on the jury.
Monday, November 10, 2008
religion stuff...
I'm not one to talk a lot about my faith. It's just something I keep pretty private, not because I'm ashamed or anything. It's always been something I've kept to myself. Even going to a Catholic college, lol.
Part of it does have to do with the fact that I know not everyone is Catholic...and not everyone is religious! Part of it is me not wanting to look like some Bible thumper or that I'm perfect/better than everyone else...because I certainly am not. I don't know, it's just one of those things I don't discuss. DH and I talk about it, that's a given. In my mind, it's important for spouses to be able to share these things. We aren't the people who pray before meals at restaurants (but if you do that, more power to ya!)--we are private.
Anyway, years ago, when DH was recovering from his accident, he prayed to St. Michael the Archangel a LOT, for support and strength. St. Michael is often portrayed as a warrior--he does look pretty cool. When it came time to choose a wedding date, we chose September 29. I was doing some random research before we got married and I found out that our wedding date is St. Michael's feast day in the Roman rite. Pretty interesting! But in DH's rite (he's Byzantine Catholic) St. Michael's feast day is November 8. So that's why we were at church twice in a weekend.
There have been some other weird coincidences with St. Michael. 1) DH was going to be a cop before his accident, and he's the patron saint of police officers. 2) He's also the patron saint of the sick--and DH was pretty badly injured.
If we are lucky to have a son, we have a name picked out...and yes, the middle name will be Michael.
Part of it does have to do with the fact that I know not everyone is Catholic...and not everyone is religious! Part of it is me not wanting to look like some Bible thumper or that I'm perfect/better than everyone else...because I certainly am not. I don't know, it's just one of those things I don't discuss. DH and I talk about it, that's a given. In my mind, it's important for spouses to be able to share these things. We aren't the people who pray before meals at restaurants (but if you do that, more power to ya!)--we are private.
Anyway, years ago, when DH was recovering from his accident, he prayed to St. Michael the Archangel a LOT, for support and strength. St. Michael is often portrayed as a warrior--he does look pretty cool. When it came time to choose a wedding date, we chose September 29. I was doing some random research before we got married and I found out that our wedding date is St. Michael's feast day in the Roman rite. Pretty interesting! But in DH's rite (he's Byzantine Catholic) St. Michael's feast day is November 8. So that's why we were at church twice in a weekend.
There have been some other weird coincidences with St. Michael. 1) DH was going to be a cop before his accident, and he's the patron saint of police officers. 2) He's also the patron saint of the sick--and DH was pretty badly injured.
If we are lucky to have a son, we have a name picked out...and yes, the middle name will be Michael.
This one is for A+
So A+ told me that she likes my blog and my posts. But why? I don't think I'm very interesting!!! lol
Many people blog about their weekends. Here's what I did during my last weekend. Judge for yourself...
Friday--got home kinda early, scarfed down some leftovers and then we dashed off to DH's family's church that's about an hour away, as it was St. Michael the Archangel's feast day. In his rite, that is. In the Roman rite, it's our anniversary ;-) (hmmm, this reminds me of a future blog entry). Then we tried to go to the Yankee Candle store but it had closed. We were bummed since we had coupons for "buy 2 candles, get 2 free." Went to Barnes and Noble. I got I Can Has Cheezburger and DH got a book by Guy Fieri (from Food Network). Made our way back home, stopped at a diner where I ate a real cheeseburger, lol.
Saturday--got up, procrastinated around the house for a bit, then went to see Grandpa at "the home." Went to the gym, came home, showered, went to Mass (we usually don't go so close together, lol), came home again, cooked dinner, then started a night of crazy amounts of laundry. and watched TV.
Sunday--got up and procrastinated some more (sense a pattern here?), then we dumped out all of our pots into the woods and cleaned up the deck. This was a good move on our part because today (Monday) someone came through the complex and used a leaf blower to get rid of the excess leaves. Did some other chores around the house, then we went to my parents for dinner. Got gas on the way home, came home and got ready for the next day.
So there you have it. A weekend in the life of GirlWednesday. This is why I don't blog a lot. I'm boring!!! lol
Many people blog about their weekends. Here's what I did during my last weekend. Judge for yourself...
Friday--got home kinda early, scarfed down some leftovers and then we dashed off to DH's family's church that's about an hour away, as it was St. Michael the Archangel's feast day. In his rite, that is. In the Roman rite, it's our anniversary ;-) (hmmm, this reminds me of a future blog entry). Then we tried to go to the Yankee Candle store but it had closed. We were bummed since we had coupons for "buy 2 candles, get 2 free." Went to Barnes and Noble. I got I Can Has Cheezburger and DH got a book by Guy Fieri (from Food Network). Made our way back home, stopped at a diner where I ate a real cheeseburger, lol.
Saturday--got up, procrastinated around the house for a bit, then went to see Grandpa at "the home." Went to the gym, came home, showered, went to Mass (we usually don't go so close together, lol), came home again, cooked dinner, then started a night of crazy amounts of laundry. and watched TV.
Sunday--got up and procrastinated some more (sense a pattern here?), then we dumped out all of our pots into the woods and cleaned up the deck. This was a good move on our part because today (Monday) someone came through the complex and used a leaf blower to get rid of the excess leaves. Did some other chores around the house, then we went to my parents for dinner. Got gas on the way home, came home and got ready for the next day.
So there you have it. A weekend in the life of GirlWednesday. This is why I don't blog a lot. I'm boring!!! lol
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Facebook stuff
SO WEIRD. And such a small world.
Shortly after I joined FB, I saw that one of my coworkers had a friend who looked like a guy I used to work with. Sure enough, it was the same guy...and they are cousins.
I got a notification today that this same coworker has a new friend...and the name looked familiar. So I check that guy's profile out. It's the ex-boyfriend of a former friend of mine. Too weird. The coworker and the ex-boyfriend grew up in the same town, so it's pretty easy to figure out how they know each other.
This ex-boyfriend guy is also friends with a girl with whom I went to HS!!!!! Now I'm wondering, how do the two of them know each other??? Crazy!
Another FB friend of mine...her husband knows two people with whom I went to HS...one guy through some internet thing they did back in the early days of internetting, and the girl through a mutual friend. WEIRD!
Shortly after I joined FB, I saw that one of my coworkers had a friend who looked like a guy I used to work with. Sure enough, it was the same guy...and they are cousins.
I got a notification today that this same coworker has a new friend...and the name looked familiar. So I check that guy's profile out. It's the ex-boyfriend of a former friend of mine. Too weird. The coworker and the ex-boyfriend grew up in the same town, so it's pretty easy to figure out how they know each other.
This ex-boyfriend guy is also friends with a girl with whom I went to HS!!!!! Now I'm wondering, how do the two of them know each other??? Crazy!
Another FB friend of mine...her husband knows two people with whom I went to HS...one guy through some internet thing they did back in the early days of internetting, and the girl through a mutual friend. WEIRD!
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