Veggie-tales

Not the creepy tv show. I learned about CSA's this year (Community Supported Agriculture) and waited until March 15th the first day to sign up for the Inwood CSA (I had the date circled on my calendar for months).

The first bounty was great and exciting. Farm Fresh Just for us, was what I kept saying for days after. And even now when I see our weekly fruit and veggie harvest I can't help but smile and think "Farm Fresh Just for us", cause that is what a CSA is. And this one is Organic and biodynamic. We get our veggies from Hawthorne Valley Farm. I'm not going to lie, sometimes they go bad. Sometimes we don;t have time or energy to cook them all and we end up tossing some out. That is a shame. Today I picked up this weeks share and this is what my fridge looks like:


Up top are string beans, concord grapes and that yellow bag is filled with Arugula (the adult's lettuce). So with all those colors and that farm fresh produce, this is what I decided to eat when I woke up from my nap and headed to the kitchen:


AND they aren't even home made. They are the powder mix that you just add an egg and butter to. BUT the butter was Organic, that counts right?

And so it begins...

If you know me, you know that one of the few things in life that I REALLY want is serve on a jury. Maybe not even serve, but at least be called and go thru the process. I think it is a great constitutional right and civil liberty that was given to US citizens in Article Three of the United States Constitution.

Surely we get to vote and mostly have the freedom of speech and exercise our constitutional rights that way, but I think that serving on a jury is the one of the ultimate American things to do.

I have no idea why I have romanticized it as such, but I have. When I lived in Florida I was called twice. TWICE! and both times when you call in the morning of, i was told i wasn't needed. That was sad.

Then a few months back, I opened the mail box and saw the County Clerk's seal and the words "Important: Jury Summons Enclosed" highlighted in red - i was so excited. Until, i read further down the envelope and saw it was addressed to Josh Maready. Josh?!?! Josh, doesn't want to serve on a jury (well maybe he does, but is a hassle for him being free lance and all). I want to serve on a jury.

When we moved apartments, I wasted no time calling the DMV to tell them i moved, so that they would update my records and somehow trigger my jury summons. When it came time to vote, again I quickly changed my address hoping it would trigger my jury summons (really I'm not even exaggerating).

Well Friday it came. I opened my mailbox and there it was. Such joy has only been recorded on A Christmas Story when Ralphie gets that last box hidden behind the desk and finds his long awaited Red Ryder Rifle. That's what it felt like for 30 seconds. Then I saw the date October 25, 2010. 6 days after my expected baby's delivery date. Yep. so guess who can't go to jury duty? Yep. me. i think i just shot my eye out. this just may be the first of many sabotages this kid does.