Jury Duty out the door

After driving 30 minutes to Denham Springs to drop Isaac off to my sister and 30 minutes back to Baton Rouge to get to the federal building on time and about a two hour wait in the library we were informed that our case went kerplut or something like that and we were free to go. In the meantime I networked with the other jurors passing out business cards (even to the jury workers) and encouraged them to get to my shop and buy stuff. Hopefully I made a successful contact because one of the ladies has some items she'd like to put on consignment. I do love people who want to do consignment. It's not a dime out of my pocket and I make money off of their stuff while giving them an outlet to sell it. I also have a big mouth and told her and a few others about the gloriousness that is craigslist.com (they should seriously start paying me as a frequent advertiser or something), but we'll see if the stuff comes through. I just ask for 25% which is saving them the hassle of dealing with the whole selling and marketing bit. They just tell me what they want to make and I sell it for them and get my cut. I think I might start offering a craigslist posting along with consignments...ooh, I love how my fingers come up with their own ideas on the keyboard. I'm on Robitussin so excuse the rambling...what was I saying? Oh, I'm free from jury duty and my interview is Friday at 11 with an secrect organization that I shan't reveal until I have secured or denied the position for anyone out there wanting to swoop in on it. I'm protective like that. I even have a sweet deal with an awesome (and rediculously expensive) day care and the job and day care are right by my house. How cool is that? Oh and it was recommended by my friend, florist and political lobbyist who is friends with the lady hiring so cross your fingers for me that they pay enough to cover daycare!!!

Jury duty, websites and a STALKER...DOODODODODO

Well, they say that the 3rd time is a charm, so we'll see if I ACTUALLY serve jury duty tomorrow. I went last Monday, was 5 mins. late and they turned me and everyone else around and said we had to come back next week. It was a fluke that I had a babysitter. Mike's mom stayed in town following Isaac's birthday party to do some stuff in our shop and agreed to watch him. THEN, I go back this Monday, Isaac in tow (due to the lack of a babysitter) & we are there from 9 a.m.-2:30 p.m. They told me having a child was no excuse for getting out of jury duty and even gave Isaac a juror sticker! So I was on panel one and we got called to go to court, EXCEPT the ones who's names weren't called (MINE included) and were told to come back Wednesday at 10:00 and we'd be panel number five. Now I have no idea what the hell kind of case I'm going to get and how long it's going to last. My poor sister has agreed to watch Isaac despite Just having a NEWBORN baby!!! I just hate asking her, but she's the most willing and reliable member of my family with the closest proximity. Once this jury duty bologna is overwith I have an INTERVIEW. Yes, I will be going back to work to make some moolah to fund my entreprenearial bug. I'm working on building my website, but it's a work in progress. In the meantime I have to rely on my blog as kind of a "placeholder". The site will be awesome when I'm done with it and hopefully will generate some money and become a destination for like-minded people interested in genealogy (especially), collecting/antiquing & living green among other things. I've purchased a domain, cancelled it, signed up for another one now I'm considering canceling it...I need something that's quality, but I'm a micromanager and want to do it all myself. PLUS I keep getting sucked into this ancestry fanaticism that has taken over my brain (I even have a stalker...she calls a few times a day every single day "Christine, this is cuzin Julie from WestMoneroLousiana calling aboub blahblahblah...it's so annoying). I hate when someone calls me over and over and over and over again and never state the reason they are calling or, even worse, are just calling so they can tell me their life story and, I don't know, maybe want me to write a book on it or something.....AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh! I shouldn't be so mean, but damn.

post-partum depression, for real?

People keep asking me what I'm depressed about. It's not ABOUT anything...it just IS. I don't know how else to explain it. It's a feeling of despair that just won't go away. I've been told by two different Psychiatrists that it's "post-partum depression". I don't know. I wish I could rewire my brain for happiness. I can be just fine one minute and the next the world overwhelms me and I just want to curl up in my bed and go to sleep. I have a very hard time sleeping at night...I know it will just lead to waking up and dealing with another day. Then when it comes time to wake up I have a very hard time dragging myself out of bed. I've been told that I do not have a "normal" threshold for stress. The littlest thing sends me into a panic attack. I don't know if it's more neurological or psychological, but I wish it would just go away so I could appreciate each new day that God gives me.