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| Please, wait 'til the rewrite to purchase |
So here’s the deal. A couple of years ago, I started a
children’s book series based on the antics of my daughter Nikki called Hazards of Eris—just a simple little
one-hundred and thirty double-spaced page book. When I wrote the book, I hadn’t
yet started school and was trying for something fun to create an income.
Surprise! Sales are finally happening and we got a check in the mail. Since sales
are happening now, I thought I would redo the writing for a
new one. Nikki, with her zeal and ambition, piped up boisterously at once. “I wanna do the artwork!” she said. I smiled and said, “Congratulations! You’ve
just landed your first paying job.” Nikki will receive payment for each book
that sells after it’s rewritten and her pictures are in place. I can just hear
her bragging at school now. If I am arrested for promoting child labor, I'm open to visits!
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| Nikki has her first paying job as an artist |
Cameron was nearby and heartbroken I didn’t offer him a job to create an income. I explained to him that I never offered Nikki the job, she
suggested doing the work herself. He quickly offered to do the toilet I’ve been
nagging him to do for a week. Uh, not the same thing at all. But when I offered
to purchase a helium balloon so he could make funny voices, he was ecstatic.
We
hurried off to the store and halfway
there Cameron began screaming like a little girl and flapping his hands around,
feet stamping. In the commotion, I noticed a huge moth hysterically flapping
for shelter. Rolling his window down, the moth fluttered out and it only took a
couple more minutes to convince Cameron he was safe.
We purchased a red balloon and had the florist Mikayla put
tape on it instead of tying it. As we were leaving the checkout, Cameron said,
“Moooom.” He was sad. His burgundy string was limp in his hand and his balloon
was stuck on the ceiling.
Mikayla was happy to blow up another balloon and tape it
closed for him. He reminded me of a three-year-old after his first day at the
zoo, Cameron was so happy. When we got out to the car and started to pull out
of the driveway, his balloon popped. He was so heartbroken, his eyes filled
with tears and his face was the color of the balloon. “Just forget it,” he
said.
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| Thrilled to have his balloon home safe. Hope it's still inflated when we return. |
When Mikayla saw us, she stopped dressing the flower
arrangements, walked over to the balloon pump and grabbed another red balloon.
She was smiling and asked if we’d made it out of the store at least. We thanked
her and Cameron brought home is new friend where I tied it safely onto his bed.
Meanwhile, since I’ve decided to join a fitness club, I
stopped by Anytime Fitness and while their services are open to members 24
hours a day, the only time to gain access to consider a membership is between
noon and eight p.m. By then, perhaps I’ll change my mind! Just kidding. It’s
just as well because I’ve gotta make this money work for me until I get a
regular paycheck coming in so I can start looking the way I deserve to look.
In fact, the rules of presentation at my new employment are
nails must be manicured, hair pulled back, make-up on, and wearing black. Oh, I
never told you what the job was, did I? A photographer! It’s right inline with
what I’m going to school for, and I’ll be able to learn a lot and practice my
professional candor with clients. Plus, I can try new methods of promotion.
Isn’t that wonderful?
My computer keeps pooping out, and when I called the
technicians, they suggested I send it in—Again! Just before the end of one of
the most challenging classes I’ve had? After returning from the balloon
incident, my power light was activated on my system. Upon closer inspection I
realized the cord has been severed and it isn’t getting the power needed. My
appointment is for tomorrow. Wish me luck!
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