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Tuesday, September 09, 2008

So Busy

I've been so busy (how busy) that I haven't had enough time to blog! It couldn't be that I'm having problems coming up with something to write about, or that I'm stressed at work, or making something for the Nie auction, nope, it's that I'm busy! I'm scurrying to and fro, so busy, like some sort of woodland creature, but I'm too busy to pick which kind, so let's just say busy! I'm SO busy that I think I need to make today's post into bullet points for more efficient reading and built-in categorization.

  • Day 5,000 of me making Soviet references at work passed today. For the count: I banged my shoe on the table once, and made two Five Year Plan jokes. Dead air. I will never learn.
  • Another colleague found out that they are allowed to curse around me. I feel so happy that I'm able to provide them with a soft space to make such foul-mouthed remarks. I truly don't mind if you curse in front of me, I just ask that you do it well and with panache. Don't be lazy in your cursing, because that's boring (and makes you look brutish.)
  • Even after the colleague indicated that I could swear as well, I didn't. Whoa. I tried to and the word just wouldn't come out of my mouth. It looks like trying not to cuss out loud for the past months actually worked. Hmm. I feel...good about this?
  • The biggest problem with me making a bag for the Nie auction is that I get completely carried away with where this will take me. I'm sewing the bag and all of a sudden the person who buys it is walking down the street and people start gasping and pointing because they all want one as well. They absolutely have to have the name of the designer. I'm inundated with requests to make more, more, more and I have to start looking at outsourcing. The fame is dizzying but I'm handling it really well. I'm so grounded, yet fabulous. I'm guesting on Project Runway to host the challenge and special guest judge. And that's how I end up looking up Chinese factories online, troubleshooting outsourcing, and designing my label, all before I've even fused the interfacing and cut out the lining.
  • Oh, would you look at that? It's almost 10:30, time for me to start sewing again or Project Runway is never going to call.

20 comments:

Emily said...

Bullet point number 4. My husband has written a novel for which he has planned out in his head the soundtrack he will write and perform for the movie, as well as the promotional poster artwork which he will paint. Natch, he's still trying to find a publisher for the book. Is there something wrong with me that I don't think in terms of such grandeur?

b. said...

I don't know how you've found time to breathe.

And nothing is worse than dead air.

acte gratuit said...

It's tough being imaginary famous. I have the same problem all the time! I mean, why even start something when I know it's just going to end with John Cusack throwing himself at my feet? My kids don't need to see that.

So I contain myself and John goes on living completely ignorant of my existence!

More Caffiene, Please said...

I love a good swear. So when I see you in person I will drop a big juicy one for you.

And forget Project Runway, you need to be on The Next Food Network Star. Seriously.

nevadanista said...

Sounds like your co-workers don't even qualify as useful idiots - the idiots.

You make me laugh.

Geo said...

Bullets are a blog's best friend. And I think you need some for your labels, which are just as entertaining as your actual posts.

Good luck with the fame.

Sue said...

My life is all about #4, but without the sewing.

Rynell said...

Right this very moment, the S&G lyrics are stuck in my head, "Slow down, you move too fast." I've been scurrying a bit this week too and it stresses me out too much. Sounds like you're much more adept at it than I am.

AzĂșcar said...

Emily, do you mean that you are some how more rational and grounded in reality? That you are able to get things done more quickly and efficiently because you're concentrating on completing the task at hand? Then yes, there is something wrong with you. Sorry I had to break it to you.

April said...

I'm glad I'm not the only person who's imaginarily famous. Conan never gets sick of having me on the show, and I get to make out with lots of hawt boys. I'm still not sure *how* exactly I got famous, though. Hmm.

Becca said...

I'm commenting here because I didn't see a comment section for the right reverend. Loved it and liked your post for segullah too.

gurrbonzo said...

you ARE grounded, yet fabulous.

Rachel said...

If anybody I know could be famous for designing a handbag, it would be you. Speaking of, we should get the girls together for another Rock Band night! I'll try to provide the snooty cheese and baguettes this time. ;)

Rachel said...

hilarious. i always get lost in my reveries of future greatness or lameness. you could rock project runway. if stella and blaine made it through several shows, you could most certainly win!!!

i i eee said...

Ugh. I had an earwig issue the other day. Basdkflw;weriowpuixkljvzs. So gross.

Fig said...

Like the new header. Tres hot. Another original AzĂșcar design?

Shawn said...

Oh, I can't tell you how many times that I have given my Academy Award speech. And you should hear the great letter that I wrote to Richard Chamberlain, (ok, I was a kid), to Daniel Day Lewis and just lately to Johnny Depp...

I just know that I have fame in my future....er....or....past... (?)

Well, I DID model in some pretty big magazines in my day! Humph!!

Good luck with the fame...

Stephanie said...

i pretend to be famous constantly. in my head i am a well-know YA literature author.

except for in real life i'm just too busy going to lake powell and picking out a swimsuit. :)

thanks for the linko

Suzie Petunia said...

I'm so sorry to hear that your brain works as crazy as mine. It is exhausting, no?

nevadanista said...

I thought of this post when I came across an article tonight entitled 'Khrushchev's Shoe Returns to Russian Diplomacy'.

Qoute: "I deferred to Ambassador Smith's knowledge of the ugly facts on the ground. But I told Markov that the tone he used at an academic conference put us in a time warp with echoes of Stalin's Foreign Minister Vyshinsky and Nikita Khrushchev's crudely banging his shoe on the table at the U.N."

http://www.americanthinker.com/2008/09/khrushchevs_shoe_returns_to_ru.html