There Are Raisins in My Toast and Other Hits
Marketing no more! I just got back from my final marketing work trip, a lovely visit with the english teachers of the country in (friggin 40-something-degree what the hell?!) San Antonio and boy are my arms attached to my torso! And my torso attached to my lower half. It's kinda awesome how those things work.
The trip and teachers were amazing as always, but have I mentioned I am the living breathing embodiment of a Garfield cartoon? I have no problem with 6am as long as I kept awake to get there. The other way around doesn't exactly work so well. I once had an ex tell me I was "the nicest person he ever met if you took out the first 30 minutes of the day". I am also an absolute idiot when I wake up. REAL LIFE EXAMPLE NOW! Last week I was getting ready to head to the airport, and kept thinking "Oh I should drink more water I don't want to have trouble peeing in the cup." It was halfway through my third BIG glass of water did it hit me "WAIT! They don't make you pee in a cup to fly on a plane!!!" Seriously. That's is how unfunctional my brain bits are in the morning. When I'm tired I obviously can't tell the difference between a hoo-hoo doctor visit and one to the airport.
Problem with this whole thing, other than the fact my brain is obviously sub-par is that I also have a fear of peeing on planes. Actually no. I should correct that. I have a fear of FLUSHING on planes. I'm always convinced I'm going to somehow Tommy Boy it and loose my pants or a shoe or something to the stratosphere...um yeah don't ask me why my feet are in the toilet to begin with. We all have our things, I'm sure.
So I cross-legged danced my way to Texas. Survived with no problems or puddles, though I keep thinking about this flushing fear since I'm planning a trip to JAPAN in february. It's been next on my list for years upon years and that my awesome adorable complication Ed is there for a whole year teaching, I'm gonna attempt to get my butt over there twice! Yes that's right TWICE. Luckily years and years of banking up marketing airline miles is making this super cheap for me to do. $40 for the first flight! Woo! I'm really should probably learn to get over my fear of airplane peeing by then...he's totally worth learning to not pee my pants. Yeah. That's how much I like this guy.
In other news! I climbed over a Culkin last week! Yes that's right a CULKIN. He was sitting with a girl from Superbad, the main girl who threw the party and weighs about 23 lbs in real life, heavy raspy voice included. Both were super nice and sitting next to Marianne and I at FAMILY GUY LIVE at Carnegie Hall. I'm not the world's biggest Family Guy fan, but free tickets are free tickets and our seats were so close to the stage I got worried that someone was going to hand me a violin and demand I play.
If you knew my 5th grade locker you'd know my first (and really one of only a handful) celebrity love was Mack, of the Culkin kind. Even had a signed picture of him. To this day whenver I see a limo my first reflex is to think Macauley Culkin is in it. I don't joke. It's really odd. So as excited as I was to see his brother in person, I was a bit grateful when I had to climb over him to get out for intermission that I wasn't doing the "do I put my butt in his face, or my crotch in his face" debate for my first Culkin, but rather instead for Mr. Kieran Culkin.
I opted for the front facing him...and immediately regretted it. Damn you indecision!
In UnCulkin-ed news Monday I am OFFICIALLY 100% full-time design for First Second. Actually I am THE ONLY full time designer working on the graphic novels. In a publishing world filled with designing men I am so very proud to be a designing woman.
YOU DO NOT CROSS A SUGARBAKER WOMAN!
In honor of my new job, I plan to sing this ALL DAY on Monday: http://fluffinbrooklyn.com/assets/mp3/radio/houseband/deltaburkecake.mp3
Three more random thoughts...
1. This picture reminds me I really REALLY want to start a trend of Uncasual Fridays. Like get everyone I know to wear sequins and hoop skirts. WE SHOULD MAKE THIS HAPPEN PEOPLE.
2. Um...is it just me or is Dixie getting a little friendly with the Annie Potts in that picture?
3. Just try and tell me this isn't the most romantic CD in the world:
The trip and teachers were amazing as always, but have I mentioned I am the living breathing embodiment of a Garfield cartoon? I have no problem with 6am as long as I kept awake to get there. The other way around doesn't exactly work so well. I once had an ex tell me I was "the nicest person he ever met if you took out the first 30 minutes of the day". I am also an absolute idiot when I wake up. REAL LIFE EXAMPLE NOW! Last week I was getting ready to head to the airport, and kept thinking "Oh I should drink more water I don't want to have trouble peeing in the cup." It was halfway through my third BIG glass of water did it hit me "WAIT! They don't make you pee in a cup to fly on a plane!!!" Seriously. That's is how unfunctional my brain bits are in the morning. When I'm tired I obviously can't tell the difference between a hoo-hoo doctor visit and one to the airport.
Problem with this whole thing, other than the fact my brain is obviously sub-par is that I also have a fear of peeing on planes. Actually no. I should correct that. I have a fear of FLUSHING on planes. I'm always convinced I'm going to somehow Tommy Boy it and loose my pants or a shoe or something to the stratosphere...um yeah don't ask me why my feet are in the toilet to begin with. We all have our things, I'm sure.
So I cross-legged danced my way to Texas. Survived with no problems or puddles, though I keep thinking about this flushing fear since I'm planning a trip to JAPAN in february. It's been next on my list for years upon years and that my awesome adorable complication Ed is there for a whole year teaching, I'm gonna attempt to get my butt over there twice! Yes that's right TWICE. Luckily years and years of banking up marketing airline miles is making this super cheap for me to do. $40 for the first flight! Woo! I'm really should probably learn to get over my fear of airplane peeing by then...he's totally worth learning to not pee my pants. Yeah. That's how much I like this guy.
In other news! I climbed over a Culkin last week! Yes that's right a CULKIN. He was sitting with a girl from Superbad, the main girl who threw the party and weighs about 23 lbs in real life, heavy raspy voice included. Both were super nice and sitting next to Marianne and I at FAMILY GUY LIVE at Carnegie Hall. I'm not the world's biggest Family Guy fan, but free tickets are free tickets and our seats were so close to the stage I got worried that someone was going to hand me a violin and demand I play.
If you knew my 5th grade locker you'd know my first (and really one of only a handful) celebrity love was Mack, of the Culkin kind. Even had a signed picture of him. To this day whenver I see a limo my first reflex is to think Macauley Culkin is in it. I don't joke. It's really odd. So as excited as I was to see his brother in person, I was a bit grateful when I had to climb over him to get out for intermission that I wasn't doing the "do I put my butt in his face, or my crotch in his face" debate for my first Culkin, but rather instead for Mr. Kieran Culkin.
I opted for the front facing him...and immediately regretted it. Damn you indecision!
In UnCulkin-ed news Monday I am OFFICIALLY 100% full-time design for First Second. Actually I am THE ONLY full time designer working on the graphic novels. In a publishing world filled with designing men I am so very proud to be a designing woman.
YOU DO NOT CROSS A SUGARBAKER WOMAN!
In honor of my new job, I plan to sing this ALL DAY on Monday: http://fluffinbrooklyn.com/assets/mp3/radio/houseband/deltaburkecake.mp3
Three more random thoughts...
1. This picture reminds me I really REALLY want to start a trend of Uncasual Fridays. Like get everyone I know to wear sequins and hoop skirts. WE SHOULD MAKE THIS HAPPEN PEOPLE.
2. Um...is it just me or is Dixie getting a little friendly with the Annie Potts in that picture?
3. Just try and tell me this isn't the most romantic CD in the world: