I timed it

You ever feel pride at the silliest things?

So The Husband and I are taking a break to watch silly TV, aka Prison Break and Heroes.

And I timed the catch perfectly.

I called it 10 seconds before it happened. I counted down to it, 3, 2, 1... and it happened just like I called it.

So let it be written. So let it be done. I rule.

Success? No way!

Okay, so we decided to start this transcription business a little bit before Christmas. We didn't actually start the business at that point, we just decided to start it. We made a few preemptory phone calls in an attempt to start the solicitation process, but since it was "the holiday season" we didn't have much resonse.

During the first week of January we went full board and really hit the marketing hard. We are not naive - we realized that it takes a while to build some decent business.

Then ---- oh, then --- this week started.

We have acquired three clients this week, two of whom are HUGE and our calculations for this month show that we will make at least $2000, if not more. That's half our montly expenses! We can hardly believe how successful this little venture is turning out in such a short time.

There still remains a lot to be seen, but what a great start.

Oh, and by the way, we celebrated our three year wedding anniversary this week....happy us :-)

And the kids are practically all recovered from their first-of-the-year bout with illness.

January Not-So-Blues

You know, I love the holidays. I love when we all get together. I love the stories, and the food, and the specials, and even the games. (Yes, dear; I will watch football. You didn't have to twist my arm...But I digress-)

It's that period between New Year's and Martin Luther King that really kinda messes up everything for the first quarter of the year.

1. Everybody gets sick.
2. Everybody's mail gets lost, because it's picked back up again.
3. Everybody's kids go back to school, so most of them are miserable.
4. There are certain parts of the country that will be guaranteed to have strange weather.
5. It's really, really nice in Southern California.

I find these things happen in a recurring cycle every year. This year is different, though, because of Blue Eyes and The Talker. This period will be marked by The Talker's improved talking, Blue Eyes' standing (possibly, we'll see), and both of them finally getting over their cold blues. This year's going to be different. I like this different. A lot.

And it starts...

A side business, that is.

The Husband and I are determined to do our own thing. We've taken several transcription gigs off Craigslist in the last couple months, and we've decided we're going to run with this.

Take a look at our website. www.nobletranscription.com.

No voice

The worst part of recovering from a cold has GOT to be the body ache at the end of it. Robbing you of any energy you feel like you should have, the body ache makes my joints tense, my back tighten, and my mood swing - from lazy to lazier. I'm surprised I can even type, with the way I feel.

Now comes the worst part, though, which, not 28 seconds previous I thought was the body ache: I've lost my voice. Impossible! I need my voice! How dare something (one) take it away from me! Now, my husband thinks I'm a low talker, and my kids look at me funny.

This had better all clear up soon, before it starts up again.

Getting over things (?!?)

The true test of any serious relationship really, really, is -

Will your significant other be able to deal with the things I like that they don't? And will their reaction be satisfactory to me?

I expect The Husband to understand that I'm not going to rush over to the TV except a run is scored, or a field goal is kicked (kicked, yes, that's right), and all that other sports stuff. After almost five years of knowing him, I feel he's finally getting the hang of it. I call it maturity. Also, I am satisfied with his pleasant "How cute!" when he looks at a new outfit that I just bought Blue Eyes. I know he doesn't care, really, but at least he doesn't say "I don't care", or "I'm ambivalent." I call that maturity, too.

What about yourselves? Do you think this is maturity, or maybe complacency? I'm just wondering.

Happy (???) New Year

Well, geesh, what's so different? Both the kids are still sick. The Husband isn't permanently employed.

Rose Parade? Heh.

Bowl games? Don't mention it. Please.

The weather? Don't want to hear it.

I'm fine, really; it's just a downer when the kids get sick. You're practically doomed to getting sick yourself. But, here's a nice family pic from The Husband's side.