dress code

You know, I am a casual kind of girl. Although I have been known to get dressed up on occasion I much prefer my favorite pair of jean, no shoes, a soft t-shirt or sweater. I love the comfort (and forgiveness) of the surgical scrubs I wear in my workplace. And when I know I have no reason whatsoever to go out anywhere, I am quite content to be settled in some soft velour sweats or flannel pajamas. I am a casual kind of girl but I do try to dress accordingly when occasion suggests something a little less casual. So having said that I have to confess just a little annoyance over the dress code directive I received for jury duty.

Are we that casual of a society that we need fashion advice on what not to wear when serving jury duty?

Okay, I’ll confess I so wanted to bare my very white, fleshy self in the San Joaquin County Superior Court. They just had to steal my joy, didn’t they?

reporting

This will be a first for me. Since I was of age all those years ago, I have only received a summons three times and they were all while living in this county in the last five years. I was excused the first time because Daniel was on continuous g-tube feedings at the time (try finding childcare for an infant and his kangaroo pump!). The second time I only had to call the courthouse automated number everyday twice a day for five days only to be told to call back again the next day and the next and the next and the next and the next until I was finally dismissed. But this time I have been ordered to report for duty.

I know, I know it is a privilege to serve and my civic duty and all that but I have to confess that I still don’t want to be there. I can think of a lot of other things that I could be doing…like finishing painting my bathroom, or painting Holly’s as I promised or shopping with Holly for baby girl things. My biggest complaint has to be that I have to be at the Stockton courthouse by 8 AM. I hate driving in downtown Stockton. I always manage to get lost. I once found myself in the middle of a take-down with three police officers with guns drawn after a scary-looking guy who also had a weapon. That’s what I get for pulling over to ask the nice, friendly officer for directions back to I-5 and my safe little hamlet. Perhaps I should drop some shiny stones along my path so I can find my way back to the Big Top.

It sucks to live in a county where the potential jury pool seems to be so small.

Okay, I’m done whining. Time to serve…with pride.

it’s a….

We don’t call it The House That Estrogen Built for nothing!

For those who are saying “Poor Bill” or “Poor Daniel” to themselves, fret not. Bill is smiling and laughing and shaking his head a little. Daniel is thrilled. He is a smart boy and knows that his place as the Little Prince is secure here under the Big Top.

It looks like (of those who did voice their opinion) that Becky, Holly, Daniel and myself were the only ones right. Whoo-hoo!

As directed by the mommy-to-be, I updated the ticker (due date now June 20-two whole freakin’ days!) and it looks like she updated her registry. Now to see if BabyGap still has that adorable sun dress we saw in Vegas…

looks just like her

Anyone wondering if the coming attraction is a boy or a girl?…she asks coyly.

any guesses?

Girl or boy?

What do you think?

Stay tuned for later today…

dude!

Don’t you know?

Today Zoë is SIXTEEN YEARS OLD!

Let the joy and celebrations now spread throughout the land!

in the water

Is it just me or does it seem that everywhere you look you see a pregnant lady?

At 23 weeks, the coming attraction’s body is almost completely formed, weighs approximately 1lb 4oz and is nearly 12 inches long.

breaking news: my children are going to starve!

A bulletin posted last night from one of my circus clowns’ MySpace

no milk

for cereal

UGH what am I going to do.

Starve I guess

:[

And now here is the visual to get the darling clown’s point across.

This visual was taken just two days post-Costco run.

At least some of my clowns aren’t going to starve.

Before anyone calls CPS, rest assured that I am going to go buy some milk.

overheard under the Big Top

“Holly, please pick up your box of nipples out of the livingroom and put them away now!”

Many thanks to our dear friends, Allen, Steph and the girls for the baby gift for the coming attraction.

Now I wonder if the Avent people will kick in some swag for mentioning their product here…

a reminder three weeks before my birthday

According to Tim Gunn:

If you’re over 40, you should never wear:

1. Horizontal stripes

2. Jackets that hit at mid-thigh

3. Pleated pants

4. Double-breasted blazers

5. Capri-length pants

6. Low-rise jeans

Well I guess I better get started on cleaning out my closet. Seriously, the only things I can claim to on this list is the low rise jeans and the capris. Now someone tell me what am I supposed to wear come summer time that is cool, casual and covers up those butt-ugly vericose veins I earned while birthin’ all those babies?