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Judge Ito! Have Some of My Burrito!

March 23rd, 2009

Jury duty.  It’s something most Americans dread yet something we all at some point have to deal with.  It’s the quintessential waste of time in most people’s minds.  You sit in a room with 100 other people for 8 straight hours.  If you’re lucky, your scenery changes when they select you for a panel, where you move to an actual courtroom and stare at a judge for hours on end.  Then, if you’re REALLY lucky, you get placed in the jury box.  Dun dun dun!!!  You’re luck just ran out…you’re on a case which is set to take a week.  That’s multiple days of sitting in a courtroom staring on as the case unfolds before you, all because this guy rear-ended this other guy and the second guy is suing the first guy for damaging his rear.

So a few weeks ago I had my first jury-duty experience.  This was, of course, after I accidentally skipped my original date and got a threatening letter from the courthouse.  Oops…apparently they take this jury duty thing seriously.  So I get to the court house early, waiting outside with some other potential jurors.  Nobody says anything…why is it even though we’re there for the same reason we still stand in silence, afraid to speak to one another.  We’re finally let in, and given this spiel about no bringing weapons into the courthouse…like, seriously, let me go put my boa knife and hand grenade back in the car.  So after going through the metal detectors and getting checked in, we get to watch this fascinating video on the jury process, and why it sets us apart from the rest of the world (besides our obesity, over indulgent attitudes, and our rockin military).  And then we wait.

I had the pleasure of getting placed on a panel.  The judge gives us a lengthy talk about how it’s an honor to be picked, how we’re not jurors but judges, and so on.  And then the process begins.  8 people picked…but who will survive?  Find out next week… Question after question for each person…and then one gets excused, another picked.  And the same questions for them…and they get dismissed…and another…and another.  The same questions over and over for 2.5 hours…apparently the lawyers don’t want to start this case or really have a jury.  

And then I get picked…I sit in the box…I answer their questions…they can’t stump me.  Name?  I know that.  Occupation?  You bet I have one.  Tell us about yourself.  Well, umm…well, what do I say?  I don’t want them to judge me…do I tell them just the basics…I love to run, read, watch movies…or do I tell them more…my favorite romantic comedy is the Notebook and I cry everytime I watch it…I sometimes eat a whole jar of pickles after a long run…I don’t find Steve Carell funny…  I stuck to the basics.  And then, stating that I’d been in a car accident 2 years go, I got side-barred and then DISMISSED.  That was just hurtful.  How dare they dismiss me???  That jury is nothing without me!  And then I realize that I’m free to go, so I do just that…

An interesting experience, but thankfully I’ve been rewarded with at least a 3 year jury duty free vacation.  So if you get jury duty, just remember the easy way out…you think everyone is guilty, and you hate anyone who isn’t you, and the death penalty is the easy way out.

I’ll slap you with my Chris Brown hand!

March 10th, 2009

So I’m at work the other day, talking to one of my coworkers.  We’re just shootin the breeze, talkin about this and that.  We then get to talking about my girlfriend.  The conversation went like this…

“So, you still open doors for her?”

“Yeah, still at that stage.”

“She should be opening doors for you.”

“I know, right!”

“You just gotta train her.”

“Yeah, I’ll slap her with my Chris Brown hand.”

Silence.

“What, too soon?”

Regardless of how the conversation continued after that (they finally laughed and gave me a pound, acknowledging the dark but timely joke), the question lingered in my mind.  How soon is too soon?  When does it become alright to joke about a horrible situation?  Don’t get me wrong…what happened with Chris Brown and Rihanna is awful (and seriously, someone talk to the girl about not getting back with him), and I think the man should be in jail.  But I have, and always have had, a dark and “don’t-and-shouldn’t-go-there” sense of humor. 

Unless the person the tragedy happened to is standing right in front of you, and they don’t have a sense of humor, in my mind there is no “too soon”.  I can’t help it.  My mind just works that way…I make a joke out of everything.  I make jokes at other people’s good fortune, misfortune, lack of fortune, and everything in between.  I make jokes at funerals.  I found videos of the tsunami humorous.  Steve Irwin…need I say more? And who doesn’t like to watch people getting hurt on YouTube.  Kick to the crotch?  Awesome!  Fall from a roof…even better!  Getting attacked by a bear?  Over the top!

I just think life is WAY too short to take things too seriously.  Sure, some of the things I joke at are tragic situations.  But tragedy happens every day, all around us.  You can’t spend your entire life dwelling on the darkness out there in the world.  All you can do is try to find humor in it all, focus on the positive, and keep your head up.  Someone once said “Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”  I couldn’t agree more.  So do your best to find humor in every situation…it will make life much more enjoyable.


(This posting was inspired by one of my favorite YouTubers, CommunityChannel, and the below video…but the above conversation did happen.  This video just let me know it was ok to talk about it!)

Running on empty…

March 2nd, 2009

I am one of those people who needs to get out there and run at least 3 times a week to feel good…. to feel like I have energy and am not running on empty the rest of the week.  Due to some weekend plans and todays weather, running has not been in the cards for me since Thursday evening.  I feel like I have all of this energy I need to release, but I feel so low on energy too… lethargic… lazy… blah.

I keep telling myself… Well I did run 10 miles last week before the slump… which is pretty good…. I have been running non-stop for the past 2 years and every once in a while, I deserve a week off to recover, right?  It takes a lot for me to justify not getting out there to get my run in… even when the justifications make sense.  I just feel like something is missing. 

Now… I am just praying for Spring…

Caution: Slow Children Playing

February 22nd, 2009

I was driving home from work the other day, weaving in and out of traffic, getting frustrated that the last half mile of my commute was going to take more than 3 minutes.  Ughh…these idiots in front of me…don’t they understand I need to be somewhere?  So I cut off several people to get over so I could take the side roads.  One guy honked and gave me a friendly gesture…yes, I know that I’m Number One…thanks for reminding me.  I gave him a nice friendly honk in return.

slow_children_at_play_sign

So I turned onto the side roads, and that’s when I saw the sign (…and it opend up my eyes I saw the sign…) –  Caution: Slow Children Playing.  My immediate reaction was to laugh…there’s just something funny about the image of slow children playing out in the road.  Evil, politically uncorrect, I know.  Just how my mind works sometimes.  But the sign did get me thinking about how stressed I was to be rushing home through backroads to save a fraction of a minute in my car…like I’m in a race against time.  And why?  Because I’m an American and a Jerseyan at heart.

 

Fast food.  Fast cars.  Fast money.  Instant Coffee.  Instant Messages.  Instant Satisfaction.  Americans…we want it fast, we want it now.  Webpage not loading fast enough?  Get a faster connection.  Taking too long to get from point A to point B?  Get a faster car.  Walk faster, work faster, eat faster, live faster, sleep faster…I’m even trying to type this post faster.  I just read a book called “In Praise of Slowness”…over 400 pages…I finished it in 3 days…can’t even slow down to read a book on slowness.   Why are we so obsessed?

When’s the last time you took some time to slow down, breathe a little, and really enjoy the simple things around you?   When’s the last time you didn’t run from your car to your front door, so you could take a minute a look at the stars?  So what that it’s 20 degrees out…man up…winter’s the only time you get to see Orion and the Dippers (no, that’s not the name of a funky 70’s band).  When’s the last time you climbed a tree…and no, not to look into someone’s window stalker…actually climb a tree, sit in the branches, and enjoy the warmth of a summer day, the sound of the breeze through the leaves, the smell of a BBQ nearby.  How about the last time you curled up with a good book next to a sunny window, just lost in a fantasy world for hours on end?

Whatever it is that’s your simple pleasure…whether it be running, reading, hiking, painting, playing music, baking cake, whatever…take some time for it.  Be more like that child you used to be…who understood that playing, especially at a slow place, was much more important than working…that enjoying life and all that it has to offer is much more important than meeting deadlines and making that quick buck.  So this week, take some time and and be that slow child playing.  Caution:  You might just enjoy going slow.

-  Just Call Me Lungs

Where have all the cowboys gone?

February 17th, 2009

There is a famous song the asks the question, where have all the cowboys gone?  I have a better question… where have all the people with manners gone?  This is something that I have been asking myself for the past year and half, and have been asking myself more and more lately.  Maybe manners isn’t exactly what I mean, maybe its more decency that I am referencing.  To understand why my faith in people diminishes more and more as the minutes pass, let me explain to you where this is all coming from…

I will be getting married in a few months, and during our planning, we have encountered many acts of indecency.  It begins with our photographer (Celebration Studios victims, I know there are a lot of us) and the shop where I bought my dress (Calvary) going bankrupt.  Both of these establishments were aware that they would be unable to provide the service to us at the time we booked with them, and Celebration even pulled at our heart strings by offering us a discount if we bought some canned food for their food drive (we had booked around Thanksgiving time).  Calvary sold me my dress knowing that the designer I had chosen was no longer doing business with them because they had failed to pay for the dresses they had ordered.  Now, I know, two bankrupt vendors doesn’t say much for me as a consumer, but for the record, I did check consumer reports, and went off recommendations from friends who had used them.  Unfortunately, when they got married 4 years ago, these vendors were doing well.  About 2 weeks after booking the photographer is when the poor consumer reports started to surface.  We lost some money, but so far, everything has worked out for the best.  The question I beg to ask is how do you offer a product to someone, take their money, and the whole time know that you will not be delivering the product or service.  Decency?  Manners?  Where has it gone?

Now, I know what you must be thinking… these are vendors, they have no personal connection to you at all!  What do they care about you?  Well, the people with personal connections to me have not been so steller either in the department of decency.  First we will start with my Mom’s best friend from the placenta period of time.  As soon as I got engaged he offerred to pay for my wedding dress and do all the hair for my whole bridal party (my fairy “godmother” is a hairdresses).  He continually insisted that he would be doing these things, and after checking with him many times, I budgeted accordingly.  However, he is not paying for the dress, or doing the hair for the bridal party anymore.  Did he tell me this?  No… would I care if he came to me and said, listen I know I said I was going to pay for the dress, but I just can’t afford it right now… absolutely not.  Frankly, I didn’t really want him to pay for it to start with; I don’t like taking things from people, especially money… who wants to feel like they are taking advantage of someone’s genorosity?  He has dealt with this by cutting off ties with my Mom, and pretending he doesn’t see me when I go to his shop to get my nails done.  If he can’t avoid seeing me, he will mention, without fail, that he wants to take me to dinner to discuss the dress and hair options… Dude!!  It has already been pretty much established that you are not following through on this?  Stop talking!!!

Finally… lets talk about my Maid of Honor.. Nicole… Nicole is someone I always would have described as my little sister; she is about 4 years younger than me, and I have known her since she was 5 years old.  We were always pretty close… but it appears that lately she has been trying to find herself in this mad mad world… very unlike the rest of us out there (ha!).  As soon as I got engaged and told her, she responded with, I get to be the Maid of Honor right?  Of course, I said!  This has been the biggest mistake thus far.  Initially things were going well, we were getting together a lot, and she seemed more excited for the wedding then I did.  Then she sort of just disappeared.  I had seen her in May, and now it was July and I had still not heard from her… this was making me nervous.  I finally got through to her and we met up, I told her the date everyone was going to get measured for the bridesmaids dresses and told her I would be taking everyone out for dinner, we discussed her role, and I told her if it would be too much for her to please tell me and it wouldn’t be a big deal, I could find someone else, or we could work something out.  She insisted that she would not let me down and she REALLY wanted to do this.  No word from her after this until the day of the dresses in early September, when she arrived on time.  A step in the right direction… but, although I told everyone what the deposit on the dress was and that if they didn’t have the money for the deposit to let me know and I would pay it to ensure that all the dresses could be ordered that day, she failed to pay for it and failed to tell me.  The dresses ended up being ordered 2 weeks late as a result, and I could not get in touch with her, so I ended up paying for the dress.  Come the end of October, I finally hear from her and we discuss the fact that this isn’t working out and its too much for her, we decide it is best for our friendship and for my sanity that she be just a bridesmaid.  Flash forward to today… I have not heard from her since that day in October.  I left her a message in early January stating that since she has not reached out to me at all, has not returned my phone calls, acknowledged my texts or me in any regard, that she didn’t seem interested in a friendship, let alone being in my wedding, and that if I didn’t hear from her within the week I would assume she wasn’t interested.  I still have not heard from her.  Nothiing happened… there was no decisive event or falling out that led to this, so I am left a little puzzled.  I again wonder, where is the decency?  The decency to acknowledge someone’s presence… even if you want to scream at me, curse at me, or tell me your disdain for me, that is more decent than not acknowledging my presence at all.

This brings me to today… ACKNOWLEDGEMENT is the word of the day.  I just want people to be decent enough to acknowledge me.  I am trying very hard not to be a bridezilla in all of this… I have been doing pretty much everything on my own and I have tried to refrain from asking my parents or his parents to help out with the tedious activities of assembling invitations, tying bows around bubble containers, etc.  We agreed upon the role that our parents would be playing in the scheme or things and I am not asking them for more than that.  I am not telling my bridesmaids that they all have to wear identical shoes, I am not forcing them all to get their hair and makeup done and I am not telling them how to wear their hair.  All I ask is that they wear brown opened toed shoes and that their hair and makeup looks nice.  Not bad right?  In return, all I want from my bridesmaids, parents, and everyone else I need to speak with regarding my wedding is acknowledgement!  When I ask a question… PLEASE ANSWER IT!  At least respond to the email or call me back and tell me you are not sure and will answer me at a later time… for my peace of mind, acknowledge me!  Isn’t it only decent to acknowledge a person’s existence?  Now I understand… It is my wedding, and it is not as important to anyone else as it is to me… I get that, and I am not saying that people should drop everything to do what I want or need them to do… but what I should get is the decency of someone acknowledging my questions or concerns if even just to say, I am too busy right now but I will get back to you on this later. 

Is this too much to ask?  Are manners and common decency gone?  Isn’t there ANY CAKE LEFT?