This is down in the swampland, anything goes. It's alligator bait and the bars don't close. It's the real thing down in Louisiana.

Well, here i am back in the land of my humble roots, back from my vacation to Baltimore and Northrn Virginia. I had a lot of fun, but in a way I am happy to be back home. Louisiana has always had a way to keep me grounded.

After my husband came home from taking me to the airport last week, he was welcomed by a backhoe sitting in our driveway, digging up our yard! Will someone please explain to me why anyone needs to employ a backhoe with a 24" bucket to bury a 4" sewer line? Is this not what ditch witches are for? Even if the contractor did not own a ditch witch, I still think that it would have been much less expensive to rent one versus the cost of hauling that huge monster across town and burning all that diesel fuel operating it, resulting in destroying half of my yard.

It has rained 2 of the 3 days that I have been back so, it would be pretty fruitless to call the contractor at this point and remind him of the agreement that he made with my rather handy right-of-way agent extrordinare father and my husband about re-leveling the ground, cleaning up the tree roots and broken limbs, planting grass seed and powerwashing the spot of hydraulic fluid that the backhoe leaked on the surface the driveway.

I guess I will be spending a portion of my day tommorow at the thrift, shopping for a dress, so that I will not be in comtempt of court. As I have the grand honor of reporting for jury duty Monday morning. yuk. (lip curl) Maybe I will get lucky like my co-worker who had to report last week. Every case was dropped or settled before noon. All that happened last week with the jury duty folks last week, was film watching and a questionaire to fill out. Nobody was even selected to be questioned by the attorneys. The judge just sent everyone home, just like that. What a fluke!

With my luck, it will be some public interest trial like last time I was subpoenaed for jury duty for a trial dealing with a boy who jumped a fence surrounding a closed public pool and drowned and said boy's family was filing suit against the city. That day was a mess. Many potenial jurors were quickly dismissed as they were voicing their opinions about parent responsibility during the interview process. I can relate enitrely to that opinion, but I can not fairly voice one without hearing the entire story. This is why is sucks being a Libra, ladies and gentlemen.

I did check the civil docket for Monday on-line, where apparently a former co-worker of mine, who is now retired, is being sued for whatever reason and he will be there for a motion. We will just call him "big guy". "Big guy" stands about 6'-8" and probably weighs around 280 lbs. Anyway, "big guy" is a real character with somewhat shady ways that always lend him to great conversation. I doubt he will even remember my name. Perhaps I shall be remembered simply as "the girl with the big knockers" that he used to wear a big grin around while employed at the former workplace over 10 years ago. Maybe, I will run into "big guy" at the newsstand and have a laugh. As one can tell, I am really grabbing at opportunities to making a potenially most dreadful day in court a little more fun.