Perhaps you remember Brent.
A younger brother of Jeff. A crazy uncle to our kids.
A man who provides continuous comic relief to any situation.
And a sex kitten who can, obviously, work a sassy apron and red pumps like no other.
I love Brent.
But Brent is more than just a vessel of percolating amusement. He is a loyal friend. A hard worker. A great dad to 3 cute kids (who are also funny).
And he is the husband to Amy.
Amy. Talented beyond compare. She is a seamstress, a painter, a blog head designer. She's a decorator, a writer, a puppy dog lover. She's a butcher, a baker, and candlestick maker.
She's also helping me out while I'm in my writing slump.
Thanks, Amy, for rescuing me today.
You're a saint.
{And speaking of saints, I'll be visiting the saint known as George for the next several days. Slightly warmer weather, blue skies, In-N-Out Burger, Christensen's department store, and a hot tub. I can't wait. Oh, and I'll be able to run outside - as in NOT on the treadmill - for a couple of days. Thank you, St. George, for providing us clean air to breathe.)
And....
now....
Amy...
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A Day in the Life of a Potential Juror
Today, for the first time in my life, I had jury duty. Now, I've been called in the past and had it excused because of my children (nursing, etc). Today I had no excuse. And I served. Here is what my day looked like:
9:45 -- Leave my house thinking I'm going to be WAY early and make a good impression. (On whom I would be making that impression, I'm not sure. Turns out I was simply one among the herd of cattle they had gathered in today. But it's nice to be prompt.)
10:15 -- Thanks to my lack of familiarity with the downtown area I pull into the parking lot just minutes before I am to report. Lots of anxiety. Can't see the shuttle I'm supposed to take so I decide to walk to the courthouse.
10:25 -- Going through security. Thank goodness I'm not late. Explain Brent's consecrated oil on the key chain to security x-ray lady.
10:30 -- Squeeze into what looks to be the only remaining seat and wait. Laugh silently at people coming in behind me who have to stand. Should have been as prompt as me.
10:40 -- Many names called and numbers handed out. Not mine. Feel a little inferior. If only I had left home earlier. Maybe then they would have wanted me for their stupid jury. Begin texting flirtatiously with Brent.
11:20 -- More names called and more numbers handed out. Still not my turn. What is wrong with me??? Anxiety heightens, but I get to move to a more comfortable seat. Small victories.
11:30 -- Released for lunch. Must be back by 1:00. Go outside and wander aimlessly with the rest of the herd.
11:45 -- Run into a lady I recognize from the gym. We eat salads together. Surprisingly, not as awkward as I anticipated.
12:45 -- Head back to juror assembly room. Explain Brent's consecrated oil to another security x-ray lady. Seriously, it's not a bomb, folks.
12:50 -- Oooh! Hitch is on. I lost my comfortable seat, but new one is almost as good.
1:30 -- Four more groups called in quick succession. Nobody wants me. Mope and try to read.
1:40 -- They send a bunch of people home, including my new friend from lunch. Sadly, I remain. Not good enough to make the cut, Not lucky enough to get sent home.
1:50 -- Consider laying on the floor for a nap, but decide the "tacky factor" is too high for me. Look around the room and marvel at the many and varied interpretations of the business casual dress code.
2:05 -- Finally my name is called!!!!! To go home!!! Yeah!!!!!
2:30 -- Waiting in line for shuttle, I decide to just walk back to parking lot since I made it OK before.
2:35 -- Realize I parked in the wrong lot (maybe that's why there wasn't a shuttle in the a.m.) and the lot I have chosen has a 2-hour limit. Sprint to car praying that I haven't got a ticket on my windshield.
2:36 -- Sigh of relief . . . no ticket. Drive home.
End of story for 18 months. It was an interesting day. Hope yours was fun, too.
Today, for the first time in my life, I had jury duty. Now, I've been called in the past and had it excused because of my children (nursing, etc). Today I had no excuse. And I served. Here is what my day looked like:
9:45 -- Leave my house thinking I'm going to be WAY early and make a good impression. (On whom I would be making that impression, I'm not sure. Turns out I was simply one among the herd of cattle they had gathered in today. But it's nice to be prompt.)
10:15 -- Thanks to my lack of familiarity with the downtown area I pull into the parking lot just minutes before I am to report. Lots of anxiety. Can't see the shuttle I'm supposed to take so I decide to walk to the courthouse.
10:25 -- Going through security. Thank goodness I'm not late. Explain Brent's consecrated oil on the key chain to security x-ray lady.
10:30 -- Squeeze into what looks to be the only remaining seat and wait. Laugh silently at people coming in behind me who have to stand. Should have been as prompt as me.
10:40 -- Many names called and numbers handed out. Not mine. Feel a little inferior. If only I had left home earlier. Maybe then they would have wanted me for their stupid jury. Begin texting flirtatiously with Brent.
11:20 -- More names called and more numbers handed out. Still not my turn. What is wrong with me??? Anxiety heightens, but I get to move to a more comfortable seat. Small victories.
11:30 -- Released for lunch. Must be back by 1:00. Go outside and wander aimlessly with the rest of the herd.
11:45 -- Run into a lady I recognize from the gym. We eat salads together. Surprisingly, not as awkward as I anticipated.
12:45 -- Head back to juror assembly room. Explain Brent's consecrated oil to another security x-ray lady. Seriously, it's not a bomb, folks.
12:50 -- Oooh! Hitch is on. I lost my comfortable seat, but new one is almost as good.
1:30 -- Four more groups called in quick succession. Nobody wants me. Mope and try to read.
1:40 -- They send a bunch of people home, including my new friend from lunch. Sadly, I remain. Not good enough to make the cut, Not lucky enough to get sent home.
1:50 -- Consider laying on the floor for a nap, but decide the "tacky factor" is too high for me. Look around the room and marvel at the many and varied interpretations of the business casual dress code.
2:05 -- Finally my name is called!!!!! To go home!!! Yeah!!!!!
2:30 -- Waiting in line for shuttle, I decide to just walk back to parking lot since I made it OK before.
2:35 -- Realize I parked in the wrong lot (maybe that's why there wasn't a shuttle in the a.m.) and the lot I have chosen has a 2-hour limit. Sprint to car praying that I haven't got a ticket on my windshield.
2:36 -- Sigh of relief . . . no ticket. Drive home.
End of story for 18 months. It was an interesting day. Hope yours was fun, too.
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You can check out Amy's blog here.
3 comments:
Amy: lovely, clever, great writer, and bucketfuls of talent. I agree, she is one fabulous gal! Proud to know her. :)
What a cute post.
And from your description of Amy, I dare say that Brent and Jeff have very similar tastes in spouses. Smart guys!
Amy's blog is cute, too!
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