I Can Taste It

The weekend is so close. Only a few more hours. Mike is taking off work around 1:00. Shael gets out of school for her last day (for a couple weeks, anyway) at 1:30. Mike is going to pick Shael up then meet me at home to pick up our stuff and then take off. Finally, a weekend away with my man and my kid. We're going to have some family fun if it kills us, dang it! Goin' to Branson. Wit da family. I've really been looking forward to this trip, even if Mike finds it a bore.

Well, I made it once again. I slipped by unscathed a second time in one week. Out of the 51 people available to be chosen for today's jury, I was not chosen. Not even looked at or considered. I was so relieved. It was a child sex abuse case, too. I was sweating bullets there for a while. Is my name next? Will they call out my number? Oh, please don't let one more person be excused and leave an opening for me. But God was looking out for me again and I didn't get selected. When I finally got out of there I called Mike up and said "Hey! They didn't call on me, hallelujah!" Could I have been able to come to a non biased conclusion about this case? I'm not sure. And I thought the DUI would have been difficult. Nothing like this is.

I saw Tater at the courthouse. Seems she works there these days. Good, girl. Go file those deeds! She didn't want to be a stay at home lady once her kids were both in school. Being the stay at home lady means that you do everybody else's grunt work that they don't have time for because they are at work. That was me for a long time. A LONG time. And even when I went back to work certain people still expected me to do their grunt work and work full time. Okay? How does one do that? If you can figure it out, let me know, okay? Without taking off work, mind you.

It is official. I am now enrolled in college for the fall semester. NEO again. On scholarship, so I don't have to pay for anything. I'm so happy to finally have it over with. Thanks Amy. It's sometimes hard to think of people all grown up when you know them as children. Amy and Tater. Going on a Scrapbooking trip. Have fun ladies. No new tattoos while high on scrapbook ink, or whatever it is that you girls are doing. hee hee.

Mike called me at work today and asked me to go on a bike ride with him this afternoon. He actually asked me if I wanted to. Do I want to? Heck yeah! Need you even ask? I didn't think we were ever going to get going, though. First, when I met him at the casino to park my car, I heard a hissing sound that Mike was oblivious to. He was getting a flat. He'd taken Shael home and the freshly grated road gave him a flat on his bike. Yuck. So, we drove about 20 mph to Get R Done (yup, we have a really nice convenience store named after a catch phrase) and Mike put in a can of fix a flat. But he couldn't air it up there because the air hose was broken. We drove back to the car where I keep a little air compressor that runs on the cigarette lighter. Finally we got the tire aired up and we took off. We drove about 1 mile and it rained a few drops on us. What? But, that was all it did. A few minutes later, we ended up at Mike's friend, Craig's, house. And we stayed there for a spell. So long a spell, I was beginning to wonder if we were ever going to ride. But, I never complained and we finally left. We didn't do a whole lot of open road driving, we drove in to Grove, drove around and looked at all the fancy houses at Patricia Island. After that we stopped and got Mike and Shael something to eat and came home. Mike didn't come home right away. It's men's night, after all, at the casino. He played on his free $10 for a while, had it up to $27, but played it down to $10 again and cashed out. A free 10 dollar bill. Then he came home. I came home right away and found that Shael didn't like what Mike got for her to eat so she went to bed without eating. She'd eaten something while we were gone, I'm sure, or she wouldn't have gone to bed so easy without arguing about supper.

One more day of school. Until summer school starts next month. It's the whole month of June, yet it only lasts for 16 days. How do they manage that? Monday through Thursday of each week. She's mad, but she'll get over it. She has to miss church camp, which sucks, but oh, well.

Well, I'm off. It's friggin' 11:00 and I'm up? I think I'm too excited to sleep. I'm like that commercial for Disney Land? "You asleep? Nope. Too excited" Good Night!