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My ENT, this morning, had the jovial news that I had a great big cyst in my ear canal and all he had to do was anesthetize that side of my head, cut it open, and suck all the fluid out with a vaccum for me to be fine. True to form, he called out the opened door, "Ayanna!!! ...Jody!! ...Somebody!! There you are - I need a machete and an instruction kit."
It wasn't...that..bad. One of the needles hurt a lot because it went in a swollen awful place but other than that I didn't feel the actual cyst lancing. Because behind the ear is muscular (this was his explanation) part of my left arm was numb, and normally I have to kind of work to not check out when I start going numb because it's just TOO triggering, but I think I managed to only act a little weird.
Certainly not like the weirdo who was screaming and screaming and howling when I was in there last week. Doc said, "he asked for a cortisone shot in the neck, I've given them to him before. Then after I was done he started that racket - I was trying to get his attention, 'What's wrong, what hurts, I'm not doing anything anymore!' - he said he was just scared *shrug*".
He also believes I don't need and wouldn't benefit (at this time) from tubes as this has been a middle ear infection that only moved deeper after well established. Whatever man. I have a followup to get it all looked at and ANOTHER WICK (this one to keep the cyst from reforming) removed on Thursday, at which point he believes all will be well.
In the meantime it's a fun alternating of pulse-throb-ow and DEEP DEEP ITCH WHOA THAT ITCHES.
Tomorrow morning, Jake has a tooth extraction scheduled. He does not exactly know this. He knows he's going to the dentist, which he thinks is awesome, and that Elise is jealous, and that it gets to be just me and him and Daddy, in the Prius...and that she's going to fix his cavity. He's pretty chill and did very well with x-rays and an exam last time. I am really hoping for the best. Grant is more of a mess about it than I expect Jake to be, as Grant has major dental trauma history, but I felt like I had to have him there as I can't lift Jake and he may not be in a state to walk out after twilight anesthesia. We talked about how there will be medicine that makes him feel funny but I don't think he really "gets" it. He's sleeping in my bed tonight so the nutcases laughing and playing rather than going to sleep don't keep him up.
In other news:
I am increasingly psyched about this Usborne Books gig. Last Saturday I had a show - which involves me driving to a friend's house and eating brownies while we look through catalogues - and I made $65 and went "bronze" (as I sold more than $750 in my intro period) meaning I get $50 in free books for us. Now that friend is becoming my recruit so I can make 11% off of all of her sales.
Shut up Bobby!
No but really, I was...uh..trepidacious? about getting involved with any form of multi level marketing, pyramid scheme bs. But I did not initially invest anything in this one, and a good friend of mine who's having great luck with it got me involved. Back in the day I knew several people doing various commission based sales gigs and these are the differences as I see them:
-I actually love and am interested in this product - hello, good kids' books, it's not tupperware or makeup or magazines
-I naturally hang around a lot of other people who also love and are interested in this product - it's not like when I was telemarketing or if I were going door to door
-there's no high turnover rate, and no high pressure...Dama's boss has been doing this for 11 years and supports herself, her husband and their three kids and pets this way in a home they own. I don't really expect or desire to get to that level but it bodes well for legitimacy
So anyway. I have a huge show coming up with a massive ($700) consigned order of books attached and two other possible recruits and I'm already getting contacts and meetings with local schools and libraries. The migrant association I mentioned before wants an ongoing contract and I'm really close to finalizing things with Miami Children's Hospital. It's not a passion or a career, really, but damned if I don't think I've found a way to bring in some money and get free Christmas presents for everyone while staying home with the kids. It utilizes my natural ability to talk myself into or out of any situation. Except really.
I am currently embarking on a pretty massive grand plan of SCHEDULING ALL THE THINGS - because I have a pretty massive lot of intense stuff to juggle.
Ahem:
-All five children are now being taught around here. This is...interesting. But I have big plans and a lot of materials and I think that with 3 hours per day of structured sit down time and half an hour of planning each night on my part, all will be even better than well. I'm actually really excited about our school year in a nerd sort of way, but not yet at a point where I can detail it accurately as we're still ironing out details
-Our pet load is approaching "astronomical"...some of these beasts of burden will soon be relieved, as our friends are coming back into town and picking up their guinea pigs soon, we hope to place all these kittens in the next few weeks and our bantam chicks are approaching the point where they'll be able to go in the coop with the other chickens and become low maintenance. In the meantime it's sort of ridiculous and we have to have a big check off list with rotating persons on it or else something might die.
-Usborne Books, as previously stated, is becoming something perilously close to a Real Job. I find myself having to don real shoes and get up in the AM horribly often for it lately, and I always seem to be making the kind of phone call that requires actual quiet around me. I'm thinking I can input orders, brainstorm and email people in one of the hours I usually waste on facebook between when the kids go to bed and when Grant gets home, and keep scheduling things in advance that require me live or in person... mostly I tend to get up way before everyone else and arrive home before they've woken up, as we're on such a late schedule, and it sort of works out that way in an "I don't sleep, but when did I ever?" way.
-I refuse to let Usborne take the place of my writing. DAMNITT. I like Usborne and I can be good at it but it's not what I've been burning for since I was 5, or how I'd like to define myself. So, if I'm going to really have a niche for a writing career, I have to MAKE it happen. I'm thinking one or two 3 hour blocks each weekend depending on what else is happening, and 1-2 hours per day alternating between when the kids are off on their own during the day (for editing/submissions), and when I'm up by myself at night (for actual writing). That is a lot of time for us, but...I wasn't laying on my (near) deathbed in the ICU panicking about this maybe never happening just to let it go. Also Grant thinks it's a worthwhile investment of time so we're on the same page and that helps.
-We have to eat and I'd like it to be well. I'm finding a lot of help in cooking things a day ahead, Grant cooks sometimes and I've also kind of altered my standards to "there's nothing wrong with fruit and nuts for breakfast or apples, cheese and crackers for lunch" - one good hot prepared meal per day is probably a decent minimum to look at.
-I have always journaled and always will, it's just how I process living, so monetizing the blog makes a big amount of sense for us on a lot of levels...right now that ball is mostly in Grant's court as he's the web designer andNoel various factors have led me to thinking a wordpress site is superior to a blogspot domain.
I'm glad it's going to cool off a little again soon...it's nice to think about being back in "camping season" and park days and things like that.
Also, did I mention, I have
She moved them from a box in our big craft closet to the bottom of the recessed shelves in there, where the little kids had piled a bunch of my fabric. Or maybe she dragged the fabric down, and made her nest, before she moved them?
About two days after that she was seeming restless and moving them all over the place, and Grant made her a den out of a laundry basket and some fleece that she's seemed content with since.
This is how this little psycho acts when you point a camera at her.
You can really see the tooth issues in these shots...the gap to the side of front-and-center there really should not be there :/ Also Jake CUT A PIECE OF HER HAIR that is sort of "a bang" now...he really seemed to not understand why this was bad - "It was in her face". We talked about it...
One of those compromise sorts of dinners...not all pictured.
4 gala apples + a small package of sharp cheddar + half a box of triscuits + most of a flat of sugar snaps + half a crate of strawberries + 1/3 of a pack of raw almonds + 4 pbjs + 5 Edy's fruit popsicles = dinner for all five tonight.
They took down a huge bag of chips and big jar of salsa as a snack today, and 1.5 boxes of cereal with a half gallon carton of almond milk for breakfast. I swear.
Last, I realize I am late, but I don't have cable and my sister just pointed it out to me. I think this is worth watching all the way through to the end. I mean...so many singers these days lip synch anytime they're on stage and she's really singing - freaking amazing.
Or, you can see it with (MUCH) better (video and audio) quality but no embed options here - http://www.mtv.com/videos/shows/vma-09/435685/sober-live.jhtml#more Actually I highly recommend clicking the link rather than hitting play :p
My ENT, this morning, had the jovial news that I had a great big cyst in my ear canal and all he had to do was anesthetize that side of my head, cut it open, and suck all the fluid out with a vaccum for me to be fine. True to form, he called out the opened door, "Ayanna!!! ...Jody!! ...Somebody!! There you are - I need a machete and an instruction kit."
It wasn't...that..bad. One of the needles hurt a lot because it went in a swollen awful place but other than that I didn't feel the actual cyst lancing. Because behind the ear is muscular (this was his explanation) part of my left arm was numb, and normally I have to kind of work to not check out when I start going numb because it's just TOO triggering, but I think I managed to only act a little weird.
Certainly not like the weirdo who was screaming and screaming and howling when I was in there last week. Doc said, "he asked for a cortisone shot in the neck, I've given them to him before. Then after I was done he started that racket - I was trying to get his attention, 'What's wrong, what hurts, I'm not doing anything anymore!' - he said he was just scared *shrug*".
He also believes I don't need and wouldn't benefit (at this time) from tubes as this has been a middle ear infection that only moved deeper after well established. Whatever man. I have a followup to get it all looked at and ANOTHER WICK (this one to keep the cyst from reforming) removed on Thursday, at which point he believes all will be well.
In the meantime it's a fun alternating of pulse-throb-ow and DEEP DEEP ITCH WHOA THAT ITCHES.
Tomorrow morning, Jake has a tooth extraction scheduled. He does not exactly know this. He knows he's going to the dentist, which he thinks is awesome, and that Elise is jealous, and that it gets to be just me and him and Daddy, in the Prius...and that she's going to fix his cavity. He's pretty chill and did very well with x-rays and an exam last time. I am really hoping for the best. Grant is more of a mess about it than I expect Jake to be, as Grant has major dental trauma history, but I felt like I had to have him there as I can't lift Jake and he may not be in a state to walk out after twilight anesthesia. We talked about how there will be medicine that makes him feel funny but I don't think he really "gets" it. He's sleeping in my bed tonight so the nutcases laughing and playing rather than going to sleep don't keep him up.
In other news:
I am increasingly psyched about this Usborne Books gig. Last Saturday I had a show - which involves me driving to a friend's house and eating brownies while we look through catalogues - and I made $65 and went "bronze" (as I sold more than $750 in my intro period) meaning I get $50 in free books for us. Now that friend is becoming my recruit so I can make 11% off of all of her sales.
Shut up Bobby!
No but really, I was...uh..trepidacious? about getting involved with any form of multi level marketing, pyramid scheme bs. But I did not initially invest anything in this one, and a good friend of mine who's having great luck with it got me involved. Back in the day I knew several people doing various commission based sales gigs and these are the differences as I see them:
-I actually love and am interested in this product - hello, good kids' books, it's not tupperware or makeup or magazines
-I naturally hang around a lot of other people who also love and are interested in this product - it's not like when I was telemarketing or if I were going door to door
-there's no high turnover rate, and no high pressure...Dama's boss has been doing this for 11 years and supports herself, her husband and their three kids and pets this way in a home they own. I don't really expect or desire to get to that level but it bodes well for legitimacy
So anyway. I have a huge show coming up with a massive ($700) consigned order of books attached and two other possible recruits and I'm already getting contacts and meetings with local schools and libraries. The migrant association I mentioned before wants an ongoing contract and I'm really close to finalizing things with Miami Children's Hospital. It's not a passion or a career, really, but damned if I don't think I've found a way to bring in some money and get free Christmas presents for everyone while staying home with the kids. It utilizes my natural ability to talk myself into or out of any situation. Except really.
I am currently embarking on a pretty massive grand plan of SCHEDULING ALL THE THINGS - because I have a pretty massive lot of intense stuff to juggle.
Ahem:
-All five children are now being taught around here. This is...interesting. But I have big plans and a lot of materials and I think that with 3 hours per day of structured sit down time and half an hour of planning each night on my part, all will be even better than well. I'm actually really excited about our school year in a nerd sort of way, but not yet at a point where I can detail it accurately as we're still ironing out details
-Our pet load is approaching "astronomical"...some of these beasts of burden will soon be relieved, as our friends are coming back into town and picking up their guinea pigs soon, we hope to place all these kittens in the next few weeks and our bantam chicks are approaching the point where they'll be able to go in the coop with the other chickens and become low maintenance. In the meantime it's sort of ridiculous and we have to have a big check off list with rotating persons on it or else something might die.
-Usborne Books, as previously stated, is becoming something perilously close to a Real Job. I find myself having to don real shoes and get up in the AM horribly often for it lately, and I always seem to be making the kind of phone call that requires actual quiet around me. I'm thinking I can input orders, brainstorm and email people in one of the hours I usually waste on facebook between when the kids go to bed and when Grant gets home, and keep scheduling things in advance that require me live or in person... mostly I tend to get up way before everyone else and arrive home before they've woken up, as we're on such a late schedule, and it sort of works out that way in an "I don't sleep, but when did I ever?" way.
-I refuse to let Usborne take the place of my writing. DAMNITT. I like Usborne and I can be good at it but it's not what I've been burning for since I was 5, or how I'd like to define myself. So, if I'm going to really have a niche for a writing career, I have to MAKE it happen. I'm thinking one or two 3 hour blocks each weekend depending on what else is happening, and 1-2 hours per day alternating between when the kids are off on their own during the day (for editing/submissions), and when I'm up by myself at night (for actual writing). That is a lot of time for us, but...I wasn't laying on my (near) deathbed in the ICU panicking about this maybe never happening just to let it go. Also Grant thinks it's a worthwhile investment of time so we're on the same page and that helps.
-We have to eat and I'd like it to be well. I'm finding a lot of help in cooking things a day ahead, Grant cooks sometimes and I've also kind of altered my standards to "there's nothing wrong with fruit and nuts for breakfast or apples, cheese and crackers for lunch" - one good hot prepared meal per day is probably a decent minimum to look at.
-I have always journaled and always will, it's just how I process living, so monetizing the blog makes a big amount of sense for us on a lot of levels...right now that ball is mostly in Grant's court as he's the web designer and
I'm glad it's going to cool off a little again soon...it's nice to think about being back in "camping season" and park days and things like that.
Also, did I mention, I have
She moved them from a box in our big craft closet to the bottom of the recessed shelves in there, where the little kids had piled a bunch of my fabric. Or maybe she dragged the fabric down, and made her nest, before she moved them?
About two days after that she was seeming restless and moving them all over the place, and Grant made her a den out of a laundry basket and some fleece that she's seemed content with since.
This is how this little psycho acts when you point a camera at her.
You can really see the tooth issues in these shots...the gap to the side of front-and-center there really should not be there :/ Also Jake CUT A PIECE OF HER HAIR that is sort of "a bang" now...he really seemed to not understand why this was bad - "It was in her face". We talked about it...
One of those compromise sorts of dinners...not all pictured.
4 gala apples + a small package of sharp cheddar + half a box of triscuits + most of a flat of sugar snaps + half a crate of strawberries + 1/3 of a pack of raw almonds + 4 pbjs + 5 Edy's fruit popsicles = dinner for all five tonight.
They took down a huge bag of chips and big jar of salsa as a snack today, and 1.5 boxes of cereal with a half gallon carton of almond milk for breakfast. I swear.
Last, I realize I am late, but I don't have cable and my sister just pointed it out to me. I think this is worth watching all the way through to the end. I mean...so many singers these days lip synch anytime they're on stage and she's really singing - freaking amazing.
Or, you can see it with (MUCH) better (video and audio) quality but no embed options here - http://www.mtv.com/videos/shows/vma-09/435685/sober-live.jhtml#more Actually I highly recommend clicking the link rather than hitting play :p
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Date: 2010-08-10 06:30 am (UTC)Good on you for the Usborne thing. It's certainly hard to find something you can do from home which will make some money and allow you still to have enough time for your children.
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Date: 2010-08-10 06:47 am (UTC)Thank you :) I got your message, btw, and have been thinking about it a lot. I'm sure I do have a response, it just isn't written yet.
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Date: 2010-08-10 01:05 pm (UTC)Did Elise have a dislocated tooth? When Connor was 2.5, he fell off a toy truck (when I describe this, people always assume it was like, a yard toy, but no, it was a matchbox truck that he SAT ON), slipped, and hit his face on our kitchen floor, which was on the ground floor and therefore underneath was cement. He "dislocated" his tooth, which meant it didn't come out, just bled like crazy and stayed in the socket. The tooth healed back in the wrong position and he looked like David Letterman for years. Anyway, all that to say, secondary teeth came in and it fixed itself, and I'm sure hers will too. :)
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Date: 2010-08-10 05:02 pm (UTC)My 3 year old nephew had very similar issues...he ended up with the top front four pulled, a few fillings and a couple of metal crowns. *sigh*
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Date: 2010-08-10 03:33 pm (UTC)2. WHY YOU CROSS OUT MY NAME? boooooooooo!
3. PILE O' KITTEH!!!! Gosh I want one so bad!
4. Dinner looks good to me! Not as amazing as what I made last night tho. I really need to make that for you.
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Date: 2010-08-10 05:04 pm (UTC)The kittens are a trick - they grow up to be CATS, Noel!!
And as for your dinner, it did look beyond amazing...but it also made me bitter with is "no dairy" bs I'm trying to adapt to. ARGH.
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Date: 2010-08-10 05:08 pm (UTC)I'm glad Jakey is ok!
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Date: 2010-08-10 05:27 pm (UTC)Please, please God, let Luci be able to tolerate one of them!!!
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Date: 2010-08-11 03:45 am (UTC)also I thought you might find this interesting http://thepioneerwoman.com/homeschooling/2010/08/famous-homeschoolers/
I absolutely love this site for many reasons and I am pretty sure she started her blog quite like you want to so I wish you much luck with that and your writing.
Btw I loved that link you put up so funny and so so true LOL
Have a great night...
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Date: 2010-08-13 02:32 am (UTC)Супер блог!
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