This week has been so busy!
Most reading this blog already know that we were able to get the concession stand and start things up. This was thanks to catching a dear friend online at just the right time when she could help us out with the initial week's rent. So, we got the stand, and got the person that'd been working it before us to agree to let us run under her license for a fee until we can get our own... And then we started working last Sunday.
The way that things are going so far, we're really going to be able to make something of it! It's my hope that the improvement keeps up, and I'm pretty sure that it should at that. People love our food, the owner of the flea market keeps telling people on the phone that they've got to try our food, and this Sunday we actually doubled the money that we had taken in from food sales last Sunday!
Here's hoping that the rest of the second week goes as well as Sunday did... *crosses fingers*
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Opportunity... Thy Name is Car Trouble...
Okay, today started out interestingly enough... We were supposed to take someone to Anderson SC so that she could get on a bus going to Ohio... Except for a few little technical difficulties that kept us from going that way at all. The rearview mirror on our truck popped off, the glue that'd been holding it on having been weakened by constant heat, when the baby's carseat bumped against it a little bit as we were loading the baby into the truck.
So, we went to the dollar store. Bought super glue. That didn't work.
Bought velcro strips. That wouldn't hold it either.
That made the trip to Anderson definitely out of the picture. We'll have our mechanic to fix the rearview mirror tomorrow, so that's not a big problem. We got up the money for that by selling a radio that we weren't really going to be using anyhow... And on the way home, found out about something that we never would have known if it weren't for the rearview mirror wigging out like it did....
A business opportunity that could enable us to be able to make it here where we'd really like to be able to stay, given the choice. A local flea market has a concession stand that will be coming up for rental very soon, for a very reasonable rate. At the moment, we're looking into possible sources for the startup cost... Most of which is $100.00 for the first set of rent. That rent actually includes power and water !!!
All there is now, is the wait to find out if the people we're looking into can help us to get that first little bit so that we can start up the concession stand. And if we can... I just know that we can make something of this! We know the area... We know the venue... And best of all, we've got experience with the same sort of thing. Ted actually worked flea market concessions for three years straight before, and did rather well at it. If we can get the chance, I know we can make something of it...
Here's hoping....
So, we went to the dollar store. Bought super glue. That didn't work.
Bought velcro strips. That wouldn't hold it either.
That made the trip to Anderson definitely out of the picture. We'll have our mechanic to fix the rearview mirror tomorrow, so that's not a big problem. We got up the money for that by selling a radio that we weren't really going to be using anyhow... And on the way home, found out about something that we never would have known if it weren't for the rearview mirror wigging out like it did....
A business opportunity that could enable us to be able to make it here where we'd really like to be able to stay, given the choice. A local flea market has a concession stand that will be coming up for rental very soon, for a very reasonable rate. At the moment, we're looking into possible sources for the startup cost... Most of which is $100.00 for the first set of rent. That rent actually includes power and water !!!
All there is now, is the wait to find out if the people we're looking into can help us to get that first little bit so that we can start up the concession stand. And if we can... I just know that we can make something of this! We know the area... We know the venue... And best of all, we've got experience with the same sort of thing. Ted actually worked flea market concessions for three years straight before, and did rather well at it. If we can get the chance, I know we can make something of it...
Here's hoping....
Monday, August 27, 2007
What is it About Doctors?
If I could get the answer to just one question, it would be "What is it about doctors that makes you tired and icky for the rest of the day after seeing them?" Of course, no one actually has the answer to this question. We just all seem to keep asking it, over and over again. Knowing full well that there may not be a good answer, or even a mediocre one.
Today was a very busy doctor day. Ted hasn't been sleeping for the last several days because his legs have been bothering him to the extreme. As in Restless Legs Syndrome kind of bothering him. So, this morning we cart him off to the doctor, just to find out that one of his new meds is most probably the cause of that... Oh. Joy.
At first she was going to switch him to a completely different kind of medicine, but decided before we left her office to just adjust the dosage of the medicine that he's already on. Good news is that they were able to refer him to someone that is actually (hopefully) properly trained to deal with and treat bipolar. And his appointment is day after tomorrow!
After a short trip to the grocery store, we get home just in time for me to scarf down some kind of quick lunch and then head out again. To another doctor thing. By myself this time. This was for a checkup on the new baby boy that's on the way for us... Everything's fine with the baby, of course. My back's another thing altogether. No matter how "normal" it is, the thing bloody well hurts, damnit!
After the doctor visit (I get to have a glucose level test in two weeks... IN THE MORNING.... Yuck...) , of course I have to go to the post office, pay the PO Box fee for an amount of time that we might not even be here for the duration of, and send off some stuff to one of Ted's aunts... She promised to pay back postage... But I seriously don't think that $1.31 is enough to worry about. Nevermind that otherwise we have a single dollar to our name.
Literally.
Then I get to turn around and go back the way I came from (but further this time!) just to find out that Ted's insurance won't pay for a lower dosage of the same medicine within the same month... Oh yay. At least we have the option of cutting the pills in half to see if a lower amount of that medicine helps with his leg issue. Oh, and good news... Where the old medicine had caused him to gain weight, he's actually lost a little bit of that excess weight! WooHoo!!!
By the time I get home, I'm dead tired and end up falling asleep in the recliner and then in the bed that acts as a sort of quasi-futon in the living room after that... And, not surprising, my back still hurts even as I'm typing this. And my legs. And my acid is acting up. Could have something to do with eating the equivalent of almost a whole pepperoni and cheese rip-and-dip today... Nah.
Doctors? Evil... I think the two words mean about the same thing, all things considered.
And now we get to go out of town day after tomorrow for another kind of doctor visit.
There is, however, good news. Connor's fairly well been an angel today, and for the last couple of nights has actually let Mommy sleep for more than two hours at a time! I wonder how long that'll last...
Today was a very busy doctor day. Ted hasn't been sleeping for the last several days because his legs have been bothering him to the extreme. As in Restless Legs Syndrome kind of bothering him. So, this morning we cart him off to the doctor, just to find out that one of his new meds is most probably the cause of that... Oh. Joy.
At first she was going to switch him to a completely different kind of medicine, but decided before we left her office to just adjust the dosage of the medicine that he's already on. Good news is that they were able to refer him to someone that is actually (hopefully) properly trained to deal with and treat bipolar. And his appointment is day after tomorrow!
After a short trip to the grocery store, we get home just in time for me to scarf down some kind of quick lunch and then head out again. To another doctor thing. By myself this time. This was for a checkup on the new baby boy that's on the way for us... Everything's fine with the baby, of course. My back's another thing altogether. No matter how "normal" it is, the thing bloody well hurts, damnit!
After the doctor visit (I get to have a glucose level test in two weeks... IN THE MORNING.... Yuck...) , of course I have to go to the post office, pay the PO Box fee for an amount of time that we might not even be here for the duration of, and send off some stuff to one of Ted's aunts... She promised to pay back postage... But I seriously don't think that $1.31 is enough to worry about. Nevermind that otherwise we have a single dollar to our name.
Literally.
Then I get to turn around and go back the way I came from (but further this time!) just to find out that Ted's insurance won't pay for a lower dosage of the same medicine within the same month... Oh yay. At least we have the option of cutting the pills in half to see if a lower amount of that medicine helps with his leg issue. Oh, and good news... Where the old medicine had caused him to gain weight, he's actually lost a little bit of that excess weight! WooHoo!!!
By the time I get home, I'm dead tired and end up falling asleep in the recliner and then in the bed that acts as a sort of quasi-futon in the living room after that... And, not surprising, my back still hurts even as I'm typing this. And my legs. And my acid is acting up. Could have something to do with eating the equivalent of almost a whole pepperoni and cheese rip-and-dip today... Nah.
Doctors? Evil... I think the two words mean about the same thing, all things considered.
And now we get to go out of town day after tomorrow for another kind of doctor visit.
There is, however, good news. Connor's fairly well been an angel today, and for the last couple of nights has actually let Mommy sleep for more than two hours at a time! I wonder how long that'll last...
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Nine Months = OW MY BACK!!!
Well, today was interesting to say the very least... Got up around nine so I could wake up my SO (heart says husband, paper isn't so honest) with a couple cups of coffee and some game time... Then dread the inevitable... The inevitable, of course, was feeding, bathing, and dressing Connor so he could go to his nine month checkup and we could get a few errands done in town...
At nine months old, getting 19 lbs 6 oz worth of baby into and out of the car seat and kept quiet for the duration of whatever needs to be done between doctor and home just is not an easy task. Especially not when Connor decides that getting dressed is the last thing that he wants to do!
At the doctor's office, toys of choice included a receptionist's shirt of all things, and the doctor's stethoscope. While she had it in her ears. Trying to listen to his heartbeat, stomach, and lungs! And of course, he threw a fit when she tried to get it back from him. That'll teach a doctor not to believe Mommy when she says that Connor Will Eat Anything He Can Reach! Then he tried to eat the little light she used to look into his ears and mouth, and screamed again when she took that away.
Which meant, time for a peace offering. Of a tongue depressor. Which he wouldn't be parted with for the rest of the afternoon!
Then on to the hospital so he could get a little blood taken for tests that they wanted done at this point. Naturally, he bled more on the technician's gloves than into the little bitty vials that he was supposed to be bleeding into. And as soon as he was out of the room with them, ripped off his brightly-colored bandaid and tried to eat it almost before I could wrestle the little piece of plastic and sticky-stuff out of his little hands.
Mommy actually scored one! Yay me!
On to the grocery store... Not such a dreaded trip at this point, considering it was only a short trip and he had something to busy his hands with (day planner minus the pen, anyone?) so he wouldn't be quite as likely to try something that might be funny later but more than likely would scare the living daylights out of Mommy in the meantime.
Took about half an hour to get tea bags, a 2-liter bottle of soda, and a few frozen dinners, but at least I made it out of the store alive! The only real problem was that I was limping by then because my back was already killing me. And we still had to go and pay the car insurance! You see, both me and Connor had a job to do... Mine? Getting the money to the insurance lady. His? Trying everything in his little bag of tricks to get the wallet away from me before I could hand the lady the money!
I was assured that my SO would have the baby's bed all ready for him to be put back in it by the time we got home (a good three hours of gone-time, too!)... but when I get in, plop in recliner with Connor, and call up the stairs for him to bring the groceries in (there was no way I was going to be able to carry the baby and the food at the same time!), what do I find out?
That I still have to set up the bed! And why do I have to do that? "Because you do it better!"
If looks could kill, I'd have had one very very dead Ted on my hands at that point.
So I go up, fix the baby's bed, go back down and have Daddy take care of the rest. Including cooking his own supper (nevermind that "cooking" means stuffing in the microwave and making sure it comes out somewhere between not frozen and not burnt) and taking care of the baby while I pass out in the recliner and evenutally change to the bed we have set up so it looks almost like a futon in the livingroom... And eventually get a nice... long... hot soak to try and ease my back off some.
I couldn't take pain pills right now even if I was one to do that kind of thing. It might hurt the new baby boy that's on the way! After I soak, I lay down and let the fans dry me off the rest of the way. Which, of course, means that I passed out again.
Next thing I know... it's past 2AM and I'm wide awake.
Yay for Night Owl Mommies.
At nine months old, getting 19 lbs 6 oz worth of baby into and out of the car seat and kept quiet for the duration of whatever needs to be done between doctor and home just is not an easy task. Especially not when Connor decides that getting dressed is the last thing that he wants to do!
At the doctor's office, toys of choice included a receptionist's shirt of all things, and the doctor's stethoscope. While she had it in her ears. Trying to listen to his heartbeat, stomach, and lungs! And of course, he threw a fit when she tried to get it back from him. That'll teach a doctor not to believe Mommy when she says that Connor Will Eat Anything He Can Reach! Then he tried to eat the little light she used to look into his ears and mouth, and screamed again when she took that away.
Which meant, time for a peace offering. Of a tongue depressor. Which he wouldn't be parted with for the rest of the afternoon!
Then on to the hospital so he could get a little blood taken for tests that they wanted done at this point. Naturally, he bled more on the technician's gloves than into the little bitty vials that he was supposed to be bleeding into. And as soon as he was out of the room with them, ripped off his brightly-colored bandaid and tried to eat it almost before I could wrestle the little piece of plastic and sticky-stuff out of his little hands.
Mommy actually scored one! Yay me!
On to the grocery store... Not such a dreaded trip at this point, considering it was only a short trip and he had something to busy his hands with (day planner minus the pen, anyone?) so he wouldn't be quite as likely to try something that might be funny later but more than likely would scare the living daylights out of Mommy in the meantime.
Took about half an hour to get tea bags, a 2-liter bottle of soda, and a few frozen dinners, but at least I made it out of the store alive! The only real problem was that I was limping by then because my back was already killing me. And we still had to go and pay the car insurance! You see, both me and Connor had a job to do... Mine? Getting the money to the insurance lady. His? Trying everything in his little bag of tricks to get the wallet away from me before I could hand the lady the money!
I was assured that my SO would have the baby's bed all ready for him to be put back in it by the time we got home (a good three hours of gone-time, too!)... but when I get in, plop in recliner with Connor, and call up the stairs for him to bring the groceries in (there was no way I was going to be able to carry the baby and the food at the same time!), what do I find out?
That I still have to set up the bed! And why do I have to do that? "Because you do it better!"
If looks could kill, I'd have had one very very dead Ted on my hands at that point.
So I go up, fix the baby's bed, go back down and have Daddy take care of the rest. Including cooking his own supper (nevermind that "cooking" means stuffing in the microwave and making sure it comes out somewhere between not frozen and not burnt) and taking care of the baby while I pass out in the recliner and evenutally change to the bed we have set up so it looks almost like a futon in the livingroom... And eventually get a nice... long... hot soak to try and ease my back off some.
I couldn't take pain pills right now even if I was one to do that kind of thing. It might hurt the new baby boy that's on the way! After I soak, I lay down and let the fans dry me off the rest of the way. Which, of course, means that I passed out again.
Next thing I know... it's past 2AM and I'm wide awake.
Yay for Night Owl Mommies.
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