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Updates on the Last Few Years (Condensed Version w/Links & Photos)

I’ve utterly ignored this blog for YEARS… opting instead for the ease of Instagram and staying on my FB pages and doing Influencer Things (which, I gotta say, is more work than it appears to be and kinda mind-numbing).

If you want quick look-sees on what we’ve been up to go to:

instagram.com/missmaisiebabyfashionista

For the longer list, see below:

1. had a hysterectomy and bilateral pulmonary embolisms in 2018



2. Started homeschooling Maisie with Oakmeadow.com

in 2019 and we continued during the Pandemic (and now



3. Survived 2 bouts of Covid-19


4. Bought a RV and quarantined and farmed at my dad’s after our 1st Covid bout- raised sheep and chickens in 2020.




5. Our 3 elderly Newfoundland dogs, Berry, Scucca, and Tiberius died in 2020 and 2021… Berry and Scucca died within 2 weeks of each other in June 2021 (ages 13 and 10)- Ti died on Halloween 2019 at age 8.5.
https://missmaisieandme.com/2015/07/09/maisie-likes-to-chase-our-three-150-lb-each-newfoundland-dogs/



6. Moved into a smaller house in town in 2020 (originally, to quarantine in- now I just love it).



7. Adopted a kitten named Cake in 2020

8. Bought a new black 2 door hardtop Mini Cooper that I affectionately call “Roger”

9. Accidentally sampled an all natural skincare line on my 52nd birthday and somehow became an executive manager for this company after it made my face Benjamin Button back in time and managed my autoimmune skin.

It’s called L’BRI… do you even L’BRI, brah? Nobody’s heard of it, really, but it WORKED for me. I had no experience with this type of sales before… but I feel like the good faerie of skincare now. Life-changing- even if I don’t fall into the direct sales stereotype AT ALL.

Grab yours here:

linktr.ee/missmaisieandme

Check out my vid:

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CRY85MqBP0-/

10. Took up a market stall at a well-known local farmer’s market and began doing in-person readings with my long time friend and business partner, Gidget, over the summer called The Rowan and the Oak.


I know I rarely talk about my ‘real work’ since having Maisie- I took a few years off- but I have been a psychic and medium (large now, thanks to the Pandemic) for over 30 years. My other biz page is Psychic Jess Anderson.

11. Adopted a Pembroke Welsh Corgi pup named Rowan Magnus the Magnificent. He is a mischievous little Cancerian with a moon in Aquarius and lots of Leo.

12. Binged “Vikings” on Netflix.com and spent the entire winter 2020-21 sewing/designing/embroidering Viking and Medieval inspired wool and linen ‘Plague-wear” for the entire family (coz I am nerdy like that).

13. Maisie raised money and made her own monarch butterfly sanctuary in 2019



plus a MYRIAD OF OTHER THINGS too numerous to include here…

I’m back again and going to be blogging like a fiend, friends.

😀

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At Seventeen… becomes true again as we reach a certain age.

As we age, this song becomes true again.

We become invisible as our skins dry and shrivel like the petal of a rose.

It doesn’t have to happen. We have L’BRI. Water the flower that feeds your soul and take back the power you have to create your visage and reality- in a healthy and natural way.

Don’t grow invisible- grow fearless and redefine what age is.

linktr.ee/missmaisieandme and scroll to my first link for yours.

My dad’s little sister, Sherri.
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Fear is the Problem: The Cliché that Love is the Answer is ACTUALLY the Answer.



We live in a world paralyzed by fear.

Fear of failure, fear of success, fear of being transparent, fear of loving, fear of not being loved, (and lately, fear of disease)-fear of so many things-

Yet they tell us to be fearless- whilst convincing us into believing that we are not doing enough, we are not giving enough, we are not toeing the line, we are not enough.

How can people be fearless if they are constantly being judged negatively for that very act?

They reward the maverick who wins the gold medal, yet punish them for going against the grain.

People want to control the golden goose.

In the fairytales, they killed the golden goose. People continue to do this over and over and over and over again.

You cannot control the wind, the weather, nor other people.

Unfortunately, some make it their life’s work to attempt to do so… as if controlling others will bring a semblance of calm and order to their very disordered innards.

I call bullshit on that mess.

Their Jedi mind tricks are just that… made to induce you into believing their realities. We can control our own minds/selves/fears by LOVING OURSELVES AND OTHERS… and by knowing who we are, even if they don’t.

LOVE is FEARLESS (and this includes self love). The cliché that love is the answer is actually the TRUTH.

Do you love yourself, others, your convictions, your belief systems enough to stand up for yourself or do you cower in the corner when the Big Dogs come to hump your leg?

Will you be the bully who gangs up on those you perceive as weaker, just for the pleasure of instilling fear and control or will you be the champion for the underdog, even if that underdog is yourself?

Is it of more value to you to be popular or to have integrity?

Popularity isn’t a big thing for me. People will love your or hate you just for breathing. You can’t fight that and I don’t even want to.

I value those who value integrity, kindness, and love.

I am often called naive and trusting- even if I have an inkling I may get bitten in the ass later… because giving love and walking that walk is more important to me than covering my own rear.

I don’t even fear disappointment by others because I know I gave my authentic self. My circle is ever growing, new souls pop in daily and I delight in the adventure.

My mama always said, don’t say anything you aren’t willing to back up (in her broken English).

People fear SO MUCH. I don’t see much point in it. Surviving rape, beatings, near-death brushes, Covid 19, pulmonary embolisms, and other things I’ve not yet talked about on this blog (oh, but I will) has pretty much left me in a place where fear has less control over me… for the most part.

None of us are immune to fear, but some of us have thicker skins from Life.

My own code of ethics is simple: love fearlessly, talk honestly (even if it may offend some), and stand up for those who can’t stand up for themselves.

Above all, harm none.

Karma is a bitch. You get back what you give, for good or ill, in multitudes.

Make sure you’re giving your best that you can.

Be the cliché.

Giving Love isn’t that hard and it comes back in so many unexpected and wonderful ways…

Now, just because I’ve written the above doesn’t mean that I am all sweetness and light. Love can also be tough.

If you’re the only sane minority in a mob of rabid insanity, sometimes you have to fight your way out or die trying.

The good thing is, loves, at least you died trying.

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Blogging as an Accidental Influencer in the Age of Covid

Once upon a time we could drive to spectacular locales and flash our uncovered smiles all over our blogs or social media.

That time is no longer.

We’re stuck in our houses- and if you’re a covid survivor, like I am- have extreme PTSD and anxiety about socializing, reaching out, the entirety of 2020- everything.

I’ve rediscovered this blog as a therapeutic way to reach out to people, especially those like me, who are shut in with their families and going stir crazy for life again… but unable to do so in this new circumstance we find ourselves in.

I am an accidental influencer… I have been since my daughter was born and I just started posting her photos on Instagram 6 years ago.

I accidentally fell pregnant with the child at age 45, long after most of my peers had stopped having their broods and looked forward to grandkids.

I didn’t know about hashtags and all that- honestly, I am still learning. I just saw that others were tagging the clothes and the things that their kids wore and thought that was ‘the new thing’. 23k plus Instagram followers later, I am still in a kind of confused shock.

At that time, I was a 40 something woman stuck in the house with a baby and reaching out- hoping to find others like me. I was hoping to share our experiences and I found so many like me, which was encouraging and comforting.

The most enjoyable part of being an influencer is not only the free stuff I am able to try out and review- without having to actually leave my home- but also being able to connect with others who are as isolated as we are.

While I am far more successful using my Instagram account as a vehicle for expressing myself and our daily lives, I’ve discovered other ways (which I am hoping to try out soon) to reach a broader influence.

Pinterest has launched a new IG type format, which I think may be a very interesting new facet in the world of social media sharing/influencing:


https://www.engadget.com/pinterest-launches-story-pins-influencers-130047393.html

I enjoy following other influencers as well, like Amy West, whose rise to influencer ‘stardom’ can be seen here:

https://intellifluence.com/blog/amy-west-influencer-spotlight

Personally, I don’t have the ambition to create that level of fabu-bloggery. I’m a loathsome GenX underachiever with very little time on my hands. 

I love ‘checking in’ in between homeschooling and raising my kid and caring for extended family- and staying alive in general.

It is fun glimpsing other people’s lives, even as a lurker. It’s inspiring reading what others have to share- without the social anxiety or the threat of disease… a way for those of us closet introverts to connect with others and grow.

We NEED more people out there with voices, so if you’re interested in becoming an ‘influencer’ as well, start a blog. Tweet. Write. Post on Instagram.

If you’re a Covid or other type of survivor, like I am- share your stories. We all need to feel a little less alone during these scary, sterile times.

We all have something to say and there are many out there, like me, who would love to read your stories.

I wish you all good health and safety during this absolutely mind-boggling horrorshow that is 2020.

Jess



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Rebounder Set Up, New Stability Bar, and Cake the Kitten (plus video) and 10% off!

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Cake the kitten went wild when he saw the new rebounder and wouldn’t get off! He likes to bounce around, too- and will often get under the thing while we’re bouncing. He’s a little hellion. LOL.

Since surviving pulmonary embolisms and covid, I have to use a rebounder to keep my hear rate stable and my immune system going smoothly- will be writing more about that on the blog at missmaisieandme.com (I know, I am a tad bit late, but homeschooling this kid has turned into an all day thing this week). We even keep one in our RV at the farm! 

Currently, we’re using a 48” rebounder from @leapsandrebounds, but now we will be putting another smaller 40” rebounder in the RV instead (which should save precious space).

I have a new stabilizer bar for when I get dizzy spells or for when my father, who is older and has essential tremor, needs to use it.

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It wasn’t a difficult set up, except for the part where the man boinged himself with a bungee… absolutely LOVE the new rebounder and can’t wait to get it into the RV.

(also, to get it out of the little house. I have no room in here for 2 rebounders)

Cake the kitten was RIDICULOUS about the new one. He was bouncing and dancing all over the thing for a solid 2 hours.

I really LOVE the new stabilizer bar. I thought I ordered one for a larger trampoline, but I was mistaken. Keeping it, though. It’s great to have something to hold onto when one is feeling off balance or dizzy.

I got the bar for my dad’s rebounder originally, but it doesn’t fit the 48″ ones (It only fits the smaller ones). It really improves the experience, even for me. It makes me feel safer when I am wobbly. I suffer from vertigo and weird dizziness leftover from being sick still. My dad has essential tremor and balance issues (thanks, Vietnam War). Having a stability bar is a must for those of us with issues such as these.

The bar has 3 height adjustments, with the highest being comfortable enough for someone about 6′ or more.

I really love this new addition to our rebounder, I will probably order a big one for both dad and me.

I haven’t had time to write the lonnnng (and it will be long) PTSD filled trauma surrounding my covid and pulmonary embolism recovery, due to beginning home schooling the kiddo and other weird snafus (like 3 people in my family, including the kitten, injury their right legs/paws).

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Aleph Bet Hebrew Skirt Project

We felt well enough to finish sewing her Aleph Bet Hebrew Alphabet skirt (with literal NAPS in between steps), just in case we’re well enough to attend family services tomorrow. She learned the Shema and Oseh Shalom with the other little ones and they’re kicking off a special Friday thing tomorrow.

She also loves (and I mean LOVES) this video of the kids Hebrew Alphabet song- at the rate she is going, we could possibly add Hebrew to her English and Persian and Filipino and smattering of French she knows already:

She also received a “Little Trixie”- a dressmaker’s dummy dressform, whatchamacallit. I call my big one Trixie, so now I guess it’s Trixie Sr.

The kiddie one is by Dritz and it is ADORABLE.  Maisie keeps hugging it like it’s her best friend. The measurements are adjustable to about size 12-14 kids, so this thing should hold up for a long, long time.

Maisie is slim and tall, so the measurements are a bit bigger than her actual girth- but with elastic waistbands and twirly skirts, that doesn’t matter.

All Maisie requests in a skirt are that they twirl and they have cool fabric. I can do this.

Actually, R’s been doing the actual sewing, while I tell him what to do. I prefer draping and design and hand sewing to machine stuff and cutting. To him, using a sewing machine is no different than making things out of wood with tools. He just has to be told how to do it and he does it.

All skirts are lined. I think the next one will only have elastic in the back of the waistband, unless I feel lazy.

I honestly decided to make these because:

1. Well made girl’s skirts are PRICEY

2. We all know how to sew and I would love her to have unique prints and fabrics

3. It helps to teach her to sew and know where her clothes come from and HOW THEY ARE CONSTRUCTED.

I think this is important. I was taught these skills and I want to pass them to her.

4. We love projects! LOL!

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Maisie’s Little Stomach Bug Nearly Felled Us All!

Holy moly! That ‘little bug’ the child brought home from Montessori not only infected her (she actually had the mildest form)- I toppled after, like a tree. I seriously thought I was going to die. It was one of those bugs that involves all ends and orifices (sorry for the TMI), makes one feel like you’ve been beaten with wire hangers by disgruntled 40s film stars.

Not pleasant- and it made me sleep for days.

The rest of the fam thought it was easy-peasy and I was just having some health spell (because Maisie made it look so innocuous)- until THEY were hit with it.

I actually found one older male family member passed out on the floor between the downstairs toilet and the piano room guest bed, where he decided to camp (to be closer to the loo)- he’d been there for 3 hours and too weak to get up!

After frantic texts to my long-suffering, but freaking fantastic doctor, who told me to get 1/2L of liquid into him every 30 min, do his vitals, etc- he survived. He told me he seriously didn’t think he would survive. It scared him- and everyone else.

I spooned soup and dry toast and bagel into everyone… and bleached and scrubbed and washed nasty things I won’t mention.

I also made homemade saffron chicken garlic soup with noodles (and once with wild rice) 2 days running. If you don’t have an Instant Pot, buy one, NOW. It saved our lives. How else can one cook a 4 hour soup in under 30 minutes? Amazing gadget.

R was also hit hard and is still in feeling the effects.  He’s young, he’ll live. Even my dad’s got a touch of it, but he has the sense to hydrate. I have to remind everyone else to keep drinking.

I kept the BRAT diet thing on point. Seemed to work.

R, who is allergic to milk, decided to drink it for his heartburn- when I told him a Zantac would have been more effective- and now he’s back to stomach issues. What can I do?!

I can just say “I told ya so” and make sure they try to follow some sort of sensible thing.

It’s weird- I am frequently sick, so I know how severe this was. It was worse than my emboli, seriously. When you’re out of your mind with fever and in pain, you just pretty much think the the end is near lol. Being the healthiest cat in the house, besides Maisie, was a new one for me- or the first time in the longest time.

C didn’t get it, yet. I hope he never does. He has the heartiest immune system in the house, knock wood.

Maisie seems to be over it. Her appetite returned with a vengeance today.

We felt well enough to finish sewing her Aleph Bet Hebrew Alphabet skirt (with literal NAPS in between steps), just in case we’re well enough to attend family services tomorrow. She learned the Shema and Oseh Shalom with the other little ones and they’re kicking off a special Friday thing tomorrow.

So much for the update- will add more in next post!

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Maisie’s Sick In Bed YouTube Science Videos

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My poor little monkey woke up with a stomach bug. She’s rarely sick, knock wood- and refused to believe there was anything wrong with herself.

She DID have time this morning to want to make math and science vids from her 4 yr old perspective.

#1 tells the difference between googol and Google:

#2 is kind of all about the tastebuds of the tongue…

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She’s so cute, even when she’s not feeling well! ❤

 

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(Videos) Maisie’s Science Corner: She Explains How We Hear & How Planes Fly

Four year old Maisie explains “The Bones of the Middle Ear and How We Hear” (and yes, she needs her hair brushed):

And, in this one, she tries to explain how airplanes fly:

I think my kid is stinking cute, super smart, though her English could use some improving (we’re multilingual)- and that EVERY PARENT/HUMAN should watch or let their kids watch Storybots on Netflix. She adores this show and learns SO much.