06 May 2008

eligible jurors in dc - an empty pool

after getting my second jury summons in just as many years, i'm left to believe that the pool of eligible jurors in the district of columbia must look something like this -

one might think it's a bad thing to get a summons, but i'm SO EXCITED! i LOVED being on jury duty. two years ago i was picked for the grand jury - 6 weeks of service (5 days a week, 8 hours a day). it was like i was transported into law and order, but only better (we had favorite witnesses and prosecutors and even had jury t-shirts!). this summons is only for the one day/one trial. i plan to charm the judge and get myself seated on the trial of the century.

05 May 2008

two new sites that waste my time

check out 23/6. you've got to love a website that has the tag line - "some of the news, most of the time."

also, i am bored. they're right - it's the perfect antidote to boredom.

thankfully i'm the flipflop fed and not the flipflop black cat employee

first the white house and now the black cat? who will be the next to ban flipflops? i guess i understand (the black cat, but not the white house), but i have more important things to process - namely, is there really a hyphen between flip and flop? and if there is - why? isn't it a compound word? well, webster can do whatever he wishes, but i am the girl who writes in lower case and generally ignores rules that don't conform to MY style. so, the flipflop fed i remain.

my body responds to the mere mention of surgery

this morning i got up at a quarter past dark o'clock to head out for a minor surgical procedure at the best hospital in dc . i arrived at 5:30 am for my 7:30 appointment and the staff quickly prepped me - id bracelet, allergy bracelet, blood tests, gown, funny brown slipper socks, even funnier blue surgery cap, and the iv. my doctor came in a little before 7:00 and we started talking about what had happened since i last saw her on wednesday when she decided that it was time to take a surgical approach to fix me (that was after i threatened her with bodily harm if she didn't make me better immediately!). i gave her the update and she began to think that my issue no longer existed. so out came the iv and off came the surgery cap, slipper socks, gown, allergy bracelet and id bracelet. she ordered a test and that test showed that i somehow fixed myself?!? i'm really grateful because who wants to undergo unnecessary anesthesia and an unnecessary surgical procedure regardless of how minor, but i'm still left thinking ... huh?

04 May 2008

city living - when unsupervised babies tag your neighborhood

the taggers have hit my neighborhood! we are lucky in that they (we believe that it's a band of three) have decided to limit their canvas to the neighborhood mailbox. the one down-side is that the mailbox is right next to my house. how ever will we catch them?! i mean it took police in three jurisdictions years to track down "borf" and make him pay! well, it's easy to catch them when they're 3, 6, and 9 and haven't yet learned that you don't use your real name -

ah, the innocence of babies breaking the law!

03 May 2008

racing for lois


most of you know that i waited a long time to become the flipflop fed - two years to be exact. and in that time i had many odd jobs, as well as a year-long, gut-wrenching, soul-stealing, self esteem-ruining stint at a beltway bandit. it was immediately following that pleasant experience that i started as the flipflop fed and met lois taylor. lois was assigned as my supervisor, but she didn't know i was coming! she had been on vacation and returned on my first day. i met her as she was coming in the door. for a moment i thought that i was about to have a repeat of the year passed. but the feeling was fleeting - lois joked and made me feel completely at ease. she was one of a kind - she took me under her wing and gave me time to heal; all-the-while pushing me to do the things that she knew i was capable of.

on saturday, june 7th, i will participate in the national race for the cure in memory of my supervisor and friend lois taylor. lois passed away this past december after a valiant and gracious fight against breast cancer. i was truly blessed to have known lois and am forever grateful that she allowed me to be a part of her fight. and so, in her memory, i will continue the fight. please consider fighting with me by making a donation to the susan komen foundation.

you can go to my race for the cure donation page and support my efforts in this fight.

01 May 2008

dear mr. president ... mission accomplished?


on this day in 2003, our president declared major operations in iraq complete. with all the tact, discretion and humility we would expect from our leader after launching a pre-emptive war on a developing country based on faulty intelligence , he declared "mission accomplished" after landing a fighter jet on the deck of an aircraft carrier-all broadcast on live tv! now it's five years later and, unable to deny that no mission was accomplished on may 1, 2003 (unless that mission was to destroy a country and make the world more unstable - and i'd like to believe that even this administration is not that callous), he's back-tracking from this statement. it's no longer that the mission in iraq was accomplished; rather it's the specific mission that the men and women serving on that aircraft carrier that was accomplished. spin it however you'd like, mr. president, we're not that dumb.

this got me thinking - what has been "accomplished" in the five years since the end of major combat operations in iraq?
2004: the CIA admits that there were no weapons of mass destruction; car bomb attacks routinely rock baghdad; militants bomb trains in spain killing 190; political corruption plagues the UN oil for food program; genocide continues in darfur; the abuse at abu ghraib is exposed; sovereignty is transferred to the interim iraqi government; war crime hearings begin against saddam hussein; hurricanes charlie, frances, and ivan bring death; peace continues to elude the middle east; osama bin laden is still around; the first democratic election in iraq is delayed; terrorist attacks around the world - russia, indonesia, saudi arabia to name a few; close to 200,00 people die in southeast asia when a massive tsunami hits; the war in afghanistan continues; 849 us soldiers are killed in iraq in the year after the mission was accomplished.
2005: the governor of baghdad is assassinated; no peace in the middle east; george bush is inaugurated for his second term; more bombs in spain; north korea has nukes-maybe; hiv continues to spread rapidly throughout africa; bombings in qatar, egypt, pakistan, london, bali, jordan; the worst us school shooting to date takes place in minnesota; suicide attacks in iraq; katrina and rita strike; oil prices on the rise; elections in afghanistan as the war there continues-almost unnoticed; another 846 us soldiers are killed in iraq.
2006: more of the same - terrorist attacks throughout the world; no peace in the middle east; oil on the rise; iraq's as unstable as ever; iran is enriching uranium; war in afghanistan; saddam hussein is executed; 822 us soldiers killed in iraq.

i wish that i could tell you that things have gotten better in 2007 and 2008, but they haven't-our economy's in a free-fall; the military death tolls don't even account for the astronomical numbers of wounded soliders who will never be the same and the fact that the us government seems less than interested in taking care of them ... and on and on.

of course, it would be naive and just plain wrong to attribute all of the death, destruction, and decline in our world since the mission was accomplished to the failings of our president, but this was a time that we needed a true leader and it's not what we got. just saying ...

if you'll bear with me for just one more moment - after that long rant, i think that pink already said it best. and so i leave you with the lyrics to "dear mr. president" -

Dear Mr. President,Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people
and You're not better than me.I
'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President,Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,You'd never take a walk with me. Would you?