Make Money On Line-Is it true?

Believe me. I have read as much as any bookworm here on earth could read just to learn how to make money online. Guessed it right!This is the continuation of http://talesofayearningmother.blogspot.com/search/label/Making%20Money%20Online but I am, like you, still disappointed how things are going with this blogging thing. Like I mentioned in my previous posts, I am a mother of 3 boys, two are still bottle-fed and are on diaper day and night. So needless to say, that the moment I learned that mothers like me could actually make money online even I am just sitting in the comforts of our own home indeed thrilled me. To add to that excitement are comments from all over the globe on how much they have earned - with a scanned copy of the actual check.C'mon! Been in the blogging business since 2005 but I havent earned a single cent.

Tips are all over the net on how to increase the traffic volume, how to be indexed etc. I have actually followed some if not all of those tips with the hope that someday I will have a penny on the monetized tab. You see the problem here starts when you get disappointed and lose hope.

On the other hand, with surfing and reading, you just dont actually make money but earned knowledge. For some months now, my desire to put a business has becoming so intensed. There has been a lot of business potentials that me and my husband can actually go into. So maybe, that making money online is true.

Lets see.

Hibernation

No matter how you get used to working on graveyard shifts there will always be a tendency to crave for luring your bedsheets and most loved pillows. I was at our oven-heated home by 7am. It was routinary that I bring in newly baked pandesal (bread) for Mama and the kids. Otherwise, Mama would not speak to me the whole day. Not in the mood to face my husband, I left the table to sleep - it was already 9am then. Then the next thing I know, it was already 7pm. Whew! I slept for almost 10 hours. Maybe because of what happened, my subconsiousness wanted to take time off from the trauma and hibernated this day.

I felt energized. Energized enough to fix myself and hurried for work.

On the side, as I was taking in these carbs, I was having a disagreement with my good looking husband who wasn't able to go to work because he was heavily drunk.

Anyway...

Working for five months now as a system administrator for a call center company, my time management was designed to have ample time for the kids. At least, bathe and cook for them before I march towards the bed.By the time I am done, my "sleepy" mode is gone. So I would get off from the bed and do something else instead. I would usually end up cleaning the comfort room or scrubing the floor. Sometimes, if there's a new movie, I would drink coffee again while watching. So within this period, I barely had an eight-hour sleep.

So today was a new experience. This would probably my first complete (think it was even over) sleep.

Surprise!!!!

The realization was like a lightning that strucked me unguarded. It took me five minutes for truth to finally sinked in to my thick-head. Somebody stole (hand-picked) my cellphone from my favorite bag's side pocket!!! Whaaaaaaa....

As a mother to three boys and a daughter to my sick Mama (not to mention my two nephews as excess baggage), it is not simply easy to decide to buy this or buy that. Or go to this or go to that. Everything (I mean everything) is carefully studied and budgeted - even where to buy disposable diaper for the youngest.So for hard-earned gadgets like my cellphone to be just taken away with my conciousness all awake and in front of my own eyes was really traumatic and energy-consuming.

And the saddest part of this experience, it was not mine. It was bought for John Dale. It was actually his. Now, how will I tell my son about it????

Whaaaaaaaahhhhhhh....

Stage Mom Strikes Again

Ok,ok,ok...I was there when John Dale was circumcised. So? C'mon, I am her mother. I was there when Bien was circumcised too?!

And nobody touches moreso cuts any part of my son - over my dead body.

There, I was exaggerating.

Papa has to go to work. Well maybe he thought this milestone in his son's life was not a big deal for him...Or so I thought. Because he was at work but he kept on sending me text messages on how did "it" go...

Well, the "convince-me-more-Mama" stage was longer than the procedure itself. He even cried when the boy "on the table" shouted suddenly startling us all outside.

I figured he thought well about what I told him that even he had it at age 30, it will still be painful plus the shame he'll get of deciding way too late to be "baptized". With the help of doctor's explanation and conviction, the procedure went smoothly and peacefully. No arm-breaking struggle of all sort. He's brave deep inside, I am sure.

I know somebody out there is waiting what I made out of "make money online" thing...

Tomorrow will be the revelations!

A Yearning Mother Making Money Online - Introduction

At least once or twice I mentioned why I revived my "career" in blogging. Because I saw from one of the tv shows how to MAKE MONEY ONLINE by creating journal of my daily trips to office, faves and hang-ups or simply put blogging.

So day after I watched that show, I sneaked every now and then during office hours to write something - more often about the kids and their antics.

Almost everyday I have something to write about. That's how eager I am to make money online and to tell the world how is the everyday life of a working mother. You know, trying to balance work, parenting and sex (shy).

So what it brought me?

Opportunities, unlimited earnings and a secure future - just by making money online.

How? Will tell you on my next post...

Stage Mom Part 2

Being a mother to 3 boys, I am still thankful I am still sane...

As the eldest son, John Dale of course is the one I obviously always have the clearest conversation. Ok, I admit. I am stage mother. So what is wrong? Just this afternoon, he blurted out the question I was thinking for a couple of days now. For a very clear reason. I wouldnt be one of the hundreds of mother lining for the rainy audition if I didn't hope that my son would be in, right?!

"Mama, didn't I qualify for Going Bulilit audition?".

With a very understanding and supportive look of a mother, I looked at him and said, "Son, it's ok. You'll still have a lot in store for you". Then he smiled.

Well, as a mother, that's what we always want for our kids. For them not to be hurt emotionally or physically.


Note: To date, we really don't know what are the results yet.


He did not pass the audition.

Stage Mom

"Why are you crying?" Mama said.

I cleary recall my childhood drama. I would be wearing this 3 inch high-heel, would paint my face with make up residues of my cousin and would walk from end to end of our humble home singing and waving. Imitating the famous variety shows that time, I would thank the sponsors and the fans for watching my show. Then I would suddendly burst into tears staring at the picture of my grand-father I have never met. Mama would always caught me in that scene. Or after being scolded, I would go out in the field, seat by the rice paddy and watch the sunset while letting my tears flow freely onto my face.

Celebrity Actress! That's whatt I wanted to become when I was a kid. Aside from being a nun. How were they related? Dont ask me!

And so maybe that's why I discreetly encouraging my son John Dale to try his luck into show business. I would be the luckiest Mama seeing my kid on tv. The glitter of this industry, not to mention the fame and the money, is something that always amaze and challenge me. Hearing the success stories of well known personalities today who claim to be coming from humble beginnings, encourage me to never lose hope. There's no harm in trying, isnt it?!

Those were the reasons why last Friday, Apr. 4, 2009, straight from my night shift duty, we went to Abs-cbn compound to try the realization of our dreams. Around 730am, we were about the 501th applicant following the end tail of the line. Honestly, I never expected these number of aspirant that early. I am not a fan of umbrella so I dont carry it with me even it's raining hard or raving hot. After an hour or so, our dilemma began. It suddenly rained. I was soaking wet while I instructed John Dale to hide under those with umbrella. But rain or shine, I did not leave my spot. We were almost there c'mon.

Audition proper: He was asked to introduce himself just like I predicted and was asked to show off some of his talents. Well, while we were on the line, we heard anybody who would be qualified will be receiving a text message or a call from the production. And so did we. I was not disappointed.

As a mother and son, it was a bonding moment and a challenge that we successfully went through.

My Little Big Boy

He was just one day old in that picture. We were like having our first baby again after having John Dale alone for 5 years. The feeling was unexplainable. Papa said it was like heaven holding him so fragile in his arms. Bien came unplanned as usual but we thought we were more mature to have our 2nd.

And now, there he is. A little grown up man. Charming as he always is, he can be an angel and a little devil at the same time. He insists what he wants and can pursuade you with little effort to get things his way.

Two months ago, we started to notice a lump growing in his genital area. I didnt mind too much thinking it was something brought by kid's activities. First week of March, I brought him to a surgeon to seek some professional opinion. This was because he was starting to complain pain, he's losing weight and frequently vomitting just everything he takes into his mouth. He has hernia. An inborn condition. We were advised that he has to undergo a minor operation but since he's just 3 years old, it will be a general anesthesia. Last Mar. 15, we were admitted to the hospital. We were holding hands all the time. I was crying everytime he kissed me because I was afraid. Afraid he might come back to me...

But then God is good to me always. The operation was successful. And aside from that, I had him curcumcised.