Are You Kidding?

Tomorrow, I get to go to jury duty. And, until today, I figured that I would have a lot of free time to knit until they told me it was time to go home.

After listening to the recording about how my group needs to show up tomorrow at 9:30 (I get to sleep in), the recorded voice launched into a speech about the new security measures at the county courthouse and listed the things we can't bring into the courtroom. No knives of any size. Ok, sharp, makes sense. No tools for cutting or scissors. Sharp again. No guns. Doy. No explosives and no mace. I don't own either, so no problem.

Then she said this:

Knitting needles will be confiscated.

What? That couldn't be right. I listened to the whole message again. And again with the confiscated. Imagine my horror. I understand that my size 0 Addi turbos that I use for magic loop could possibly be deemed a weapon if someone were really desperate. But all knitting needles? Honestly. Even the double points? Are they really more dangerous than a pencil?

I guess I just can't see the threat there. Do they really expect a posse of crazed knitters to go postal in the courtroom and start attacking people. It's absurd.

Alas, the knitting will stay at home and I'll bring books. But I won't be happy about it.

The Best Laugh Ever

You will understand why I posted this once the comic puts the microphone in front of they guy in the middle.

Really.

Happy New New

After I permanently moved to Northern California, my dad would call me on January 1 and wish me a "Happy New New." He thought he was being cute and now that I don't get that call with the silly wish for the coming year, I miss it. A lot. So I thought I would reinstate it and use it myself.

In any event. G and I had the last week off work, which was lovely but for the fact that we all got sick. Bug got an ear infection, G got a sinus infection, and I just got the delight of bronchitis. I now have a cool purple inhaler to show for it. And we just found out that Doof has strep. Swell. At least everyone went to the doctor and is on the mend. Hurray for antibiotics and cough syrup with codeine.

Anyway, Uncle Jeff stayed here until Friday, which was fun. He's a very good guest.

We spent a quiet New Year's Eve at home, doing a whole lot of nothing. It was lovely. Alas, there was no champagne, but there was some wine and spaghetti. Bug entertained herself either by demanding that we watch the Wiggles (again) or by playing with a roll of Christmas wrapping paper. Who needs Tickle Me Elmo and 85 other new toys when there is giftwrap?

To start the new year off, I have decided on some goals for the year:

1. Eat healthier and exercise more: After standing on the scale at the doctor's office on Friday, it became very clear that there is more of me to love than I would like for there to be. I'm thinking that going on a modified version of the food plan I used while pregnant should do it. Essentially, more small meals and less sugar.

2. Watch less television: I spend far too much time watching crap when I could be doing more productive things.

3. Be more organized: Anyone who has ever been to my place knows that anything would be an improvement at this point. What I really need to do is go through all of my junk and get rid of things. For example, it's time to part with the size 4 dress I wore to the Law Prom eleven million years ago. I don't need to keep the dress to remember how people responded to it.

4. Finish knitting projects that I have started: I have decided to take part in this because there are just too many things sitting and waiting to be completed. I don't know that I have that many projects currently on the needles, but if I add in the things I promised to make and bought the supplies for, that should keep me plenty busy. And it would cut into the ever-growing stash, which would end my self-imposed yarn-buying hiatus.

5. Be more positive: Heck, it can't hurt, right? So, to start that off right, I want to send out positive thoughts to everyone for a better 2007 than 2006. Here's to health and happiness and love and no drama in the coming year. Life is too short to be unhappy.

6. Post more pictures: Because Bug is too cute for words and will only be this young for a short while longer. I can't believe she's almost 2. I would post now, but the battery in the camera is dead. Once it has charged, look out.