She Walked Away

Celebrity Babble

I make no secret of my many, many, okay MANY unrealistic crushes on celebrities. I have been fortunate enough to meet some of the people I idolize, too. On some of those occasions I was possibly incoherent or rambling. If I were fortunate enough to actually talk to John Cusack, this is something I most definitely would not do:

Not THAT movie

�I might bring up this most excellent interview, though. Oh my!

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Political Genius

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Crazy Busy

I won't go into details here, but a friend of mine had a medical emergency late last week. It wasn't me, and I don't have much responsibility to that end, but it most definitely changed the landscape of my weekend. She's slowly on the mend and just needs time (and surgical intervention when she can tolerate it) at this point.

The rest of the weekend I worked and worked and worked on my couture piece and it's fairly finished. Just last-minute things that need to be done with the model actually wearing it. Here's a sneak peek:

  That's all you get!

Sunday afternoon, I treated myself to about an hour and a half of ridiculous bliss:

 Thanks! I NEEDED that!!

 

What Day Is It??

If you had asked me last week what this week would be like, I am sure I would have indicated it would be relaxing, a relief, a cakewalk, something along those lines.

I'm so glad you didn't ask. You would have made me out a liar.

Work is crazy and I am behind on some commission work that I need to do. I also need to finish my couture piece for the show on June 7 and start and finish the dress I will be wearing to that event. I am comfortable with my dress, it's the couture piece that has me frazzled.

Things are good, just busy. I can't help but think about Sunday afternoon when I stepped out into my backyard. The neighbor dog was barking at people on the other side of her fence, and Olive was barking at the neighbor dog. I picked up the neighbor dog and put her in my yard with Olive :: they both stopped barking and started tearing around in gigantic circles. Neighbor dog is much younger and faster than Olive, so I kept an eye on things. When Olive stopped in her tracks and threw up, I knew playtime was over.

That's exactly how I feel. I plan to stop and throw up any minute now.

 

 

 

Moving on

Yesterday I had the advancement review for my BFA. Thankfully, I passed. I would hardly say that I passed with flying colors, but I got through it, and I am now an OFFICIAL painting major. Much celebration was had by all.

I was not nervous about it, rather anxious. I wanted to get it over with, and now I have. I discussed with a friend going through the same experience how I got strangely emotional on my way to school - she got [not so] strangely nauseated. She passed also, but I had little doubt that she would pass anyway.

The studio where I had this review has an unpleasant odor, so I remembered to bring a nice candle to calm the environment a bit. I also brought scones and juice, and I am fairly certain it was appreciated more than it was seen as bribery - but whatever gets you by, I say!

There was something sad and uncomfortable about filling up a cart with three years of my life to have a panel critique it:

 

Cart

On the other hand, unloading the cart after the interview was fairly exhilarating. 

I rode my bike to a friend's house for dinner and wine. By the time I rode home, it was raining and dark, but somehow relaxing. I slept well.

 

Sharpie Supply

I have great taste in Sharpie Pens, apparently. Take, for example, my encounter with David Sedaris. David liked my pen, so I gave it to him. He even drew me a picture of it:

 

Sedaris

So Saturday night I finally got to go see Eddie! It was a fanastic show, and I got to see it with my good GF, Robin. We had a glass of wine (okay, three) before the show, then enjoyed about 2 hours and 20 minutes of EDDIE. I was over the moon. We then waited outside the theater for the chance to talk to him and were not disappointed. I was surprised he could even talk, as he had done such a thorough job of entertaining me - er, everyone. When he came out, he was the most gracious and generous person I might have ever encountered. There were something like 300 people waiting to see him (including one obnoxious woman who was old enough to know better and kept screeching at him that it was her birthday. Sure lady, and I had a baby this morning, it's my birthday today, and I only have 3 days to live). Eddie was so kind and he said he would get to everyone.

As per usual, I had a specific Sharpie marker with me that would show up on the liner notes I had brought for him to sign. I am always prepared for that sort of thing. Anyway, my exchange with my new boyfriend - er, Eddie went something like this:

As Eddie started to look for a place to sign my DVD liner with his black pen...

nrL:  Please. Use this pen. It will show up (and I tried to accidentally make out with him as I passed him the pen).

EI:    Is it silver? 

nrL:  Why, yes it is!

Eddie signs my liner notes while making crazy love-struck eyes at me. Ooops! That was the replay of the event I had when I went to bed that night... sorry. Eddie signs my liner notes and makes a pleasant noise and says:

EI:   Oh! That is a nice pen.

nrL:  Would you like to have it?

EI:    Yes, actually I would.

nrL:  Please take it then. Thank you. (and in my mind I said, I love you and I want to adopt your baby)

So, Eddie, I'm not sure how to get this post added to your beloved Wiki, but if you read this I really mean it.

 

Eddie

 

  

 

Zero for Three

That's my final score for submission to the show opening tomorrow. Boo!

It leaves me time and energy to focus on preparing for my Advancement Review next week and my couture piece for *gulp!* next month.

And now for something just for entertainment value:

This is a picture of my Grandmother. I get the dog-craziness quite honestly.

 

The polls are now open.

I was first to vote at my precinct this morning. That's not unusual - I am often the first voter there. This time, however, I got all choked up. As I have discussed with several people, this primary is a really big deal, but this presidential election has me quite emotional.

Excuse me. Senator Obama? Are you the president yet??

Pins and Needles

It was a busy and exciting weekend. Beautiful weather, really, if not a wee bit too cold Saturday Night (can't help the link, sorry).

I have no pictures to post, as I was too occupied with other things to document all over the place (I'll get some documentation, soon, though).

I have Multiple Anxiety Disorder today - yes, I just made that up - here's my week in a nutshell:

Today:  Move my office for the second of three times by August

Tuesday:  Vote Obama!!! Oh! And then go get a root canal.

Wednesday:  Pick up any work not chosen for Friday's opening at school.

Thursday:  Um, yeah, just work. Also, keep working on my couture piece for (gulp!) next month!!

Friday:  Back to the dentist. ALL DAY. Then to the Opening at school that will hopefully include something of mine.

Saturday:  Oh. My. It's EDDIE!!! 

Sunday:  Sleep ALL DAY. Okay, none of my critters will allow that, but I doubt I'll ever get out of my jammies.

Incidentally, The Greatest Spectacle in Racing is quickly approaching, and I would be crazy not to point out the World's Greatest Name (in sports, or anywhere):

 Will Power. Unbelieveable!

Carrying Many Torches

Sondre Lerche