The meeting about the co-op went really well. Both women were a lot of fun to talk to. They seem to have really though this through. They even had ideas for other things I can try. They loved the cards and the bowls. The jewelry not so much, but that was what I figured would happen. My jewelry is definitly costume not gallery quality. I also got to see the space which will be really nice once they get rid of the drop ceiling and the bad carpet.
They hope to be open by June 1st. This means I have 2 months to get ready for the gallery and 3 1/2 for art fair. Yowza. Where has the time gone?
Was out sick yesterday and today I have actually been productive here at work. Color me amazed. Tonight I meet with the ladies about the co-op. I am nervous and excited at the same time. I have pretty much decided I will go through with it if they are interested in more than just the record bowls. I am taking some samples of my other things along to five them an idea.
I am keeping up with the walking which is something since my walking partner has ditched me for awhile. I walked 5 miles on Sunday nad 3 yesterday. I am going to try and fit a couple miles in today, but I am not sure how that is going to work with the meeting at 6:30. Physically I feel better than I have in awhile. Now just to get my mind on track too.
Other than that not too much is going on. Trying to organize all my craft crap.
I gave you a few days to soak in my last goddess lesson. Here are a few more for your list.
Extreme PDA is never appropriate, but this is especially true at 10 a.m. when you are blocking my way in to the post office. Get your damn tounges out of each other's mouths and let me get through the door.
Please don't drop your gum on the sidewalk. It is just gross and lasts for ever.
Spitting is gross too.
I don't want to see your thong, thank you anyway.
If you run a resturant I would like smaller portions not bigger. 3 chicken breasts to an entree is obscene
Having someone one up you all the time is annoying.
One German (?) student to another.
"Tequila is not my choice."
mumble mumble mumble
"What is the differnce in drinking beer or drinking coke? Nothing."
I have had a pretty active week thus far, literally. I walked 5 miles on Tuedsay and 4 miles yesterday. Today is a day of rest. Well, not really since I am working. I am going to spend the quiet work hours making fliers. I have some fun ideas I want to try out.
The customer who ordered the 16x20 print emailed me to tell me she got it yesterday. (I ordered it on Monday and was having it put on canvas. I figured at least a week, but Kodak rocks my world right now.)
I also got a call about joining a new co-op gallery in Manchester. It sounds like a lot of fun, but I have to consider the costs. I will probably go ahead with it since the contract is only for a year and that really isn't all that much. Plus I could probably write off the costs come tax time next year. Guess Ihave to get my tax id now. :)
I am tired, but it is a good tired. Wonder if I can get away with sleeping at my desk?
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(Wonderful easter find SweetTart Jelly Beans.) I got a voice mail yesterday from someone who is starting a gallery in a nearby city and is interested in my record bowls. She also wondered if I had any other fun things they might be interested in selling. I am holding back on getting too excited in case it doesn't work out, but it is damn cool to be asked.
I had a pretty productive weekend and managed to catch up on some much needed sleep. No crazy St. Pat's celebration for me. South U. is totally trashed. It was funny walking around seeing the various "drunk walks".
Came in to work for a little on Sunday to try and catch up on things. It was nice not having anyone else in the office. I picked up my table from Afterwords on Sunday, got it home and was putting the 3rd leg on and realized that I had the first too on wrong, they notch for the bottom shelf was facing the wrong way. Okay, take out the massive screws and redo the legs. Go to push the table against the wall and realize I need 2 more inches of free space for it to fit. I have to move a bookcase, a bookcase filled with kids books. Finally get the table in to it's new home and leave all the stuff from the bookcase lying around because I am tired.
I sold a big (16x20) canvas version of one of my photos. I hope the customer likes it because it sounds like she would be interested in buying more. I also sold another smaller photo bringing my total to 9. It is keeping me motivated for Art Fair.
I hadn't realized it had been a couple days since I had posted anything. I guess I was actually busy working. Though the piles on my desk don't seem any smaller.
I am still Etsy obsessed. I am wondering if I offered a free photo if I could get anyone to put up fliers in their area. It could be a photo of their choice and I could mat it. Would anyone be be interested. How many fliers would you be willing to tack up. Just trying to spread my influence erywhere.
I ordered some more beads to start my pre art fair jewelry making blitz. I was good and kept it a very small order. I have photo bags coming from another site. I also have a camera coming and am getting ready to order another. I am pretty excited.
Having a hard time keeping my eyes open these days. I am getting sleep, drinking plenty of water, getting exercise, but none of it is helping. I was walking to the car yesterday and could hardly keep my eyes open for the walk. Luckily I wasn't driving home.
Last night I got the urge to cut my hair. Today it is 8-9 inches shorter. It falls just above my shoulders. I have never been one to worry too about what it looks like... more often than not it is in a ponytail or a bun. I feel so much lighter today. Free. And it is times like this I wonder why I go so long between haircuts. Just lazy I guess. This time it was only 6 months. It has been over 12 in the past. I let it get to the point where I am about ready to chop it off myself and then I go let someone do it for me. I am starting to notice more gray, but am willing to leave it. I am not the type to get all anxious about a few gray hairs.
As a godess I occasionaly feel it necessary to impart some wisdom on the unwashed masses. Not that they always listen, but like Prometheus it is something I have to do. If I can make just a little difference in someone's life I have done my job. And when I regain my throne you will have to do these things anyway, so you might as well get in the habit.
If you wear perfume or cologne have a friend do the sniff test every so often to see if you are guilty of overspraying. It can be too much of a good thing.
Gauchos really don't look on anyone.
Neither do the furry boots with the furry tassles.
Take out your ipod earphones when you want someone to wait on you in a store or resturant.
Don't shuffle your feet, your shoes will last longer and you might live to enjoy them.
Do not have your hat turned sideways... you will thank me when your kids find pictures of you 30 years from now.
Support your local businesses when you can... they care about you. Big Box Stores don't.
It is okay to read genre fiction.
Don't chew with your mouth open... your mother would be ashamed to know you didn't learn.
There are more, but it is Friday and I am almost ready to go home.
Going through some old photo files I found this photo. At first I thought it hadn't turned out, but I looked at it in a different program and I thought she was lovely.
I think I need to win the lotto, which means I have to start playing, since so many of my friends are in job/school crises. I would love it if we could have jobs we enjoy and feel fulfilled by and that they would be ours for life if we wanted them. Unfortunately this is so rarely the case. Verlaine's hotel is being sold to another chain. Afterwords closing. Z's grad assistanceship didn't get it's grant renewed. C is going to make herself ill, or do serious harm to a coworker, if she can't get a new job soon. It makes me appreciate the job I have and the people work with.
Speaking of which... back to mine..
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IslandArtist did this portrait of me toward the beginning of my blogging experience. I found it cleaning out some files on my computer and decided to dust if off.
I think I must be getting old. The first sign is that I have started walking at the mall. The second is that I want to put kids hats on straight, tell them to pull up their pants and to wear clothes that fit. And to leave the drama at home. I also want to tell the other adults I see the same things. Oh, and that the hairstyle they had in 1983 might have been flattering then, but they need to update. I start twitching as soon as I walk in the door. The loud voices, annoying Nextel beeps and bad fashion mixed with the noxious smell coming from the nail place is enough to make me weepy. I can't wait for it to be warm enough for me to walk outside. Until then I pray I can hold my tongue.
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black nose vagina (huh? I am speechless)
tush lickers (seems a popular search)
pictures of inside your nose (none here)
stirrups gynecologist (wonder just what they wanted?)
selina610 (don't know her or how they found my site through her)
adhesive boobs (no adhesive boobs... just smaller ones)
blow your nose video (No videos here)
humorous jokes about breast reduction (No jokes, but I am very happy with my reduction.)
my hump -black eyes peas- lyrics (nope but I did write about it)
Oh speaking of "My hump" I love this shirt
To those of you who flush the toilet with you foot keep this in mind.... the person who comes after you may not wash their hands and you have put urine from the floor, and you know there is urine on the floor, on the handle which then gets transfered to the doors and anything else that person may touch. If you are going to wash your hands why use your foot to flush? I just don't get it. Or maybe you weren't planning on washing your hands which is gross. (Now I know that tests have shown particles from the toilet go about 6 ft when you flush, but why make matters worse?)
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