Many are called, but few are chosen

When I was 21 and attending school in Utah I was called to jury duty (I was still an Ohio resident). My mom wasn't happy as at that point she had lived in Medina 20 years and I wasn't even living in the state. Two years later my brother got called to jury duty while he was attending school in another county (he had to decline). Again, my mother wasn't happy that she still hadn't been called. I eventually became a Utah resident, and two years ago when I moved back to Ohio I changed my permanent address back to my parent's in Medina even though I was living in Columbus. Last week my mom called and told me I had been called to jury duty AGAIN. I asked her if she had been called yet. She bitterly told me "no," and stated how she has now lived in Medina 24 years, voted in every election, and has had her children been called 3 times even though they weren't living in Medina any of those 3 times. She's not upset with me, but with the Medina County Courts. I will be declining the invitation again as I can't afford all the days without decent compensation.

A dream is a wish your heart makes...

Last night I dreamt that I was on vacation (it might have been Japan) and there were these animatronic dragons that breathed fire and moved around with no appearance of mechanics. One of them could fly. They were awesome. I'm assuming they were animatronic as I kept trying to get close to them to see them in their glory and because dragons aren't real. I'm pretty sure I had this dream because I saw this on my way home last night:




This is about a half mile from my house in someone's yard. It's been there for the past few weeks. I can't even begin to understand what it is about. It appears to be made out of recycled materials. So these people are apparently pro-recycling and pro-dragons.

Thank you strange people for inspiring dreams.

Oh, and everytime I see the dragon I think of Trogdor. And sing his song.

And my life has reached an all time low...

Last week in church this older couple stood up and said they had just gotten a flier for a "Mid-Singles" conference sometime this fall in Chicago. I thought, "yeah, but that only applies to people who are at least over 33."

Wrong.

This new "Mid-Singles" group is for singles ages 27-45! Yikes! As the website put it, the Mid-Singles group was created "to better serve the needs of singles in the Church who are no longer young enough to fit in with the "Young Single Adult" group but who do not yet feel comfortable attending the all-inclusive social activities for singles between 31 and 100."

Are they trying to slow phase us out of the young single adults group? I didn't think 27 was that old. I can still party with the "young" people. My coworkers think I'm 22 or 23 because I'm so awesome. Anyway, so now I feel really old. And they want us to go to some mid-singles group to hang out with scary older people (I'm referring to the people over 40). I don't want some 45 year old trying to hit on me. I'm pretty sure the guys there aren't going to look like this:

Age 44

or this:

Also 44

But probably more like this:

Maybe I'm stereotyping, but I don't care. This guy would scare me if he came up to me and told me I looked nice or something. What would I even have in common with someone in their 40's? I like being single, but knowing that this is what is out there for me scares me. A lot. Good thing I'm only 24 and don't have to worry about this for a few years.