Results tagged "Chanel"

Brooch production has been halted.

Because when I wasn’t busy trying to get my almost three year old to enter the local Montessori school, I was stressing myself out over at Mamapedia by allowing others to make me feel like a bad parent. Which I’m not… but I may as well fancy myself some sort of mental masochist because there’s no real reason for me to seek out the advice of others online when I’m already treating my Psychi Cortex like a punching bag. The portion of my brain that is associated with abstract thought and judgement. Because, yes — I sent my two year old to school even though he’s two going on three in approximately ten weeks, and he seemingly hates it. But we aren’t giving up. But we are. But we’re not. But we’ll see. But he’s too young. But he’s ready. But he says he wants to go. But he says he wants to stay home. But I want it to be okay to start drinking at 10am.

And here I am defining discouragement. Coming to terms with the fact that this might not work while turning this into something about me. I want my week back. I want summer. I hate school. I thought that running and closing a design firm, handling budgets and the lack thereof and dealing with the IRS was stressful. Not to mention the Gangsters, Madoffs and Shistas. Dudes, Montessori takes the flag pole AND the pledge of allegiance — boxes them up with a bunch of cinder blocks and other assorted grunkle, climbs to the 32nd floor and then drops the box on your head. And if one more preschool teacher gaze of “oh that kid” catches my eye, I might just lose my marbs ALL OVER circle time — but at least my brooch will be undoubtedly eye catching and oh so sweet.

AND IT WAS SO MUCH FUN?!?!
(how’s that for a segway to enlightenment?)

I blogged about the brooches.
I took in “orders”.
I continued to make brooches.
I wrapped them up.
I mailed them out.

I mailed them out to people that I barely know, some that I’ve known for most of my life and others that I have never met. And I did all of this free of charge and because I wanted to. It was probably the strangest thing that I’ve done lately, and yet beyond therapeutic during a time of random torture. And yes, manic, but totally worth it and I’ll do it again in a heart beat. So while the production has been put on hold for more important matters — like deciding the probable future of another human being. I can’t wait to keep going, so if you missed out or felt a little shy last time — SNAP OUT OF IT. I want to make you a brooch…. Just look at the results!

Absence!

Vapid!

Buggin!

Punker!

Duf!

Wicked!

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I get a lot of email. Tons.

I get so much email that I sometimes miss out on really good stuff. Then I have to turn around and apologize to the sender when the over looked email is discovered. For example, The Main Street Mile is this Monday (October 11, 8:30am Main Street, Southampton) and the son of a great friend is running in it – Dylan. The Main Street Mile is a one-mile competitive run and non competitive friendship walk from Jobs and Main to The Southampton Bathing Corporation. Open to all ages and fitness levels, this family friendly event will benefit Best Buddies, an organization dedicated to fostering friendships between developmentally disabled individuals and their typically developing peers. Founded in 1989 by Anthony Kennedy Shriver, Best Buddies positively impacts more than 350,000 people every year, both within the Unites States and Internationally. Please click here to support Dylan and Best Buddies International.

I almost missed this notification and it is important to me. I almost missed this because I only have a few hours a day to do actual work and in the midst of this I try to check email. Yes, I can check email on my iphone too, but the iphone in all of it’s glory is not a keyboard and makes me feel like I have HUGE FINGERTIPS so I hate writing back on the it unless its just a few words… Like… “How Much?” or “NO”. I wish there was a way to control email above and beyond the spam and junk filters.. Wouldn’t it be great, for instance, if emails had associated scents — that way we could utilize another one of our senses before opening… case in point – an email from my Mom would smell like Chanel °5 while an email such as this would smell like bong water:

Thanks for trusting me Mr. Peter Lee.

This blog generates a great deal of email… There are the SEO Promisers; the Get Rich Quickers; the Suggesters, and the Commentors. I quite enjoy the comments, excluding the haters of course (why so angry, this is only a bloggedy blog!) and only recently was made aware of the importance of publishing them–I used to keep them secret…I’d respond, but I would hold onto them, rereading and then eventually deleting. Like a mouse collecting crumbs–weird, right? Those days are over, I’ve stopped acting like a rodent and I apologize if I deleted you. Publishing the comments, however, does not solve the issue of the amount of emails that I receive, and to avoid publishing hate mail, I prefer to approve comments before making them live. If you are here – and you’ve commented, and now you are sitting in my inbox somewhere feeling ignored–I will find you… it just might take a little while — especially with the arrival of Mr. Peter Lee’s new offer…of which I need to give SERIOUS AND POSITIVE CONSIDERATION.

Throwback Post: Would You Please Stop the God-damned Hammering!?

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