I love checking the mail! Just the sight of that patriotic-colored mail truck makes my tummy feel all excited and stuff. Yeah, I'm weird like that. I bust at the seams with excitement at what could be lying in that box for us on any given day. Magazines? Money? A sweet letter from your little sister? (Thanks Bethany!) A college graduation invitation? (Way to go, Brad Day!) Junk mail? Bills? A letter from your utility company telling you that they have decided to give you a year's worth of electricity for free? (Hey, I like to daydream every once in a while.)
A summons for jury duty?
I have to admit that I cried when read it: "Amber Ferrell, you are hereby summoned to appear for jury service on May 5, 2008 at 8:45am." In my sleep-deprived, allergy-infested, somewhat stressed-out phase, this was the breaking point. I shot up a mini-prayer in desperation: "Not this too, Lord. Please no. I'm not capable of doing all of this. Help me."
A few minutes later, I read the glorious words that shone in the light and sang out with a most gorgeous voice: "Postponement or Excusal Request".
They didn't give me enough room to write everything in my excusal request, though. I wonder if they would mind if I took up all the front and the back of the page?
Postponement or Excusal Request:
1. I do not have enough crayons, coloring books, and candy to keep my children quiet for long enough as we all sit in the jury box.
2. My 4 year old likes to ask hundreds of questions a day that would more than likely prove to be a hindrance to the trial. Your robe and gavel would only exacerbate this problem. But if you don't mind the unending conversations, I am perfectly capable of tuning out her questions of why you are wearing a dress and banging that whack-a-mole thingy on your desk.
3. My 2 year old tells knock-knock jokes that make no sense whatsoever, but she is in that "you can not be cuter than you are right now" phase that will more than likely have the rest of the jurors paying attention to her instead of the bo-ho-ring lawyers and laughing at the adorable non-sense coming from her mouth. She also has to go potty at random times. Can we bring a potty chair? You know, cause I'm redneck like that and don't mind her doing her business in front of a court room of innocent strangers.
4. My littlest little one eats like a...well, like a baby who likes to eat a lot. I am not afraid to give the term "nursing in public" a whole new meaning. And if that is unacceptable, "pumping in public" should be a lot more fun.
5. Oh...no kids allowed? Well, I seemed to have pretty much exhausted all of my child care possibilities for the million or so, give or take a few, doctor's appointments we have had to attend. Could that kind lady over there who is doing a remarkable job typing out everything everyone says be so sweet to babysit my kiddos while we return back to business up in here?
6. I am very in favor of the death penalty. Tax evasion? Armed robbery? Delinquent parking tickets? Probation Violation? Fry 'em...fry 'em all.
7. Please please please please please don't make me do this. I might just go crazy in the process. Really. I'm not kidding here. And yes, that might just be a threat. Have you ever seen a crazy, sleep-deprived mama in the court room? It probably won't be purdy.
Now, let's just hope that those powers-at-be grant my request for an excusal.
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**Nathan had his first physical therapy appointment this morning and it went so great. His physical therapist is so wonderful! We are going to start going every week (Tuesdays at 8:15am). I'll write more about it all next week...we have friends here right now, and I wrote this post last night, but I wanted to update it with his PT appointment info.