Pick Me!

I saw this on facebook this morning and it gave me an idea....

I am looking for a job. Would this be better than a resume? Should I make my own video? Here is my script. Picture it:

• In this line of work, you need design skills as well as instincts Check this out. (a crowd of people are shopping for jewelry at a big show, milling around. I pull out one necklace, and the whole crowd comes over to ooh and ahh and place orders) That's why you pick me.

• Watch this. Michaels corporate offices. Twelve vendors. Twelves sales/marketing teams. One choice. (the buyer comes in, ignores everyone but me and invites me to come into her office) Pick me.

• Seriously. How many reasons do you need to pick me to grow your business? Honestly, I could do this all day. (sitting at my desk in my studio taking phone calls. Yes, I can make and write a blog for your grass roots marketing plan. Of course I can design a new line for you that the buyers will love and have it ready in a month. No problem, I am happy to write an education program for your new line of jewelry findings.) I'd pick me.

• They've been asking me to do this all day. Check it out. OK, one more time. (I quickly sketch three unique bracelet designs) That's three reasons to pick me. Your move.

Would it work, do you think? I just need a filmmaker.

Thinking.........

Normal Girl

Theme Song

This is my current theme song. I have sung it 897235726342 times in the last two weeks. It was so very nice of Third Day to sing it live when I saw them at Universal Studios. It meant a lot to me.

UGH. I just played this and noticed it has an ad! SORRY! But, you have to see this version with Salvation Mountain in it......

My life has led me down the road that's so uncertain

Now I am left alone and I am broken

Trying to find my way

Trying to find the faith that's gone

This time I know that you are holding all the answers

I'm tired of losing hope and taking chances

On roads that never seem

To be the ones that bring me home

Give me a revelation

Show me what to do

'Cause I've been trying to find my way

I haven't got a clue

Tell me should I stay here

Or do I need to move

Give me a revelation

I've got nothing without you

I've got nothing without you

My life has led me down this path that's ever winding

Through every twist and turn, I'm always finding

That I am lost again

Tell me when this road will ever end

I don't know where I can turn

Tell me, when will I learn

Won't you show me where I need to go

Let me follow your lead

I know that it's the only way that I can get back home

Road trip to Salvation Mountain anyone? Isn't it cool? Click on the art tab to see pics. And then imagine yourself standing there in California, in the sunshine, wearing shorts and flip flops (for you Michiganders), singing Revelation. When do we leave?

Waiting for one,

Normal Girl

It Worked

It appears that the relocation program was successful. I have NEVER had this many apples on my tree before. Now, imagine the alternative. The bad raccoons actually climb the tree, get out on the branches and eat the apples. Amazingly dextrous little buggers. But, they are gone, wahoo!

Procrastination Anyone?

http://dontjudgemyhair.com/....there are no words.....

http://failblog.org/page/3/ Oh, this blogs makes me laugh like a lunatic

http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/ If you want to diet, look here, it is pretty disgusting...unless a baby our of meat sounds delish to you...

http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/ This blog always either makes me laugh hard or feel sick...

http://www.engrish.com/....some of these are pretty funny

http://www.uglyhousephotos.com/ Makes me feel better about....things.

Hope you found a laugh,

Normal (well, I might be better than normal at procrastinating) Girl

Interesting Instructors I Have Known

Did I tell you about my summer class instructor? I probably did, it was one of my hot topics. He was absentee. He never came to the discussion board. He never graded our papers. Class ended in early August and I still have no returned papers and no grade for the class. I gave him a really bad evaluation. And I emailed the communications department twice. I found it a big frustrating, expensive rip off.

So, I am happy that is all over and I have moved on to the fall semester. I am taking a class called Teaching and Learning Online. A week into class, we get a new student, signed up late. It is my summer class instructor....heretofore to be known as Mr. Brady (not his real name of course). Do you think he has been told to take the class because he got a really bad evaluation from his summer class?

We introduce ourselves to each other at the beginning of the semester and the other students in my class are all intimidated to have an instructor as a fellow student. Oh, if they only knew. So far, he posts late, in the wrong place on the discussion board, and with such poor grammar and spelling, I wonder if he is drunk. He is the same kind of student as he is a teacher.

Here is my favorite part. We have one group project for the semester and the instructor assigned us into groups of three. Oh yeah. You know it. Mr. Brady is in my group!! How can you not laugh???

Praying to behave like Jesus,

Normal Girl

Dusting Off the Torch

I have not had the torch on all summer. I am not telling a lie when I confess that there were cobwebs on it this afternoon when I felt like making a few beads. When I sat at the bench, these colors jumped out at me. I really liked them together. Hope they look as good on your monitor as mine. They are just fabu.

Maybe the spell is broken now,

Normal Girl

Check Out My Cooties

I had the aisle seat on the way home tonight. The woman who sat next to me in the middle seat, got in, flicked up both of her armrests to a 45 degree angle and said out loud, "I need my space!"

It was uncomfortable not having a place to put my arm, and I thought that she just couldn't push it up all the way. So, I asked her if she intended to push it all the way up. No. She wanted it there and said, "I want it there so that you can't touch me. I cannot have you touching me." I just smiled because I thought she was kidding and I pushed it up. She then said, "I can only have it all the way up if you promise not to touch me!" She was stressing and making sighs like I was holding a gun to her head.

THe guy in the window seat came late and we had to get up to let him in. She was disgusted. And took the opportunity to flick the armrest back to 45 degrees. I left it there and had to lean out into the aisle to fit myself into the seat. I was pressed against it for more than two hours and had an imprint of the buttons on my arm. I admit not feeling charitable toward her, but she was acting so weird, I thought it best to leave her alone. My spine had to adopt an S shape to be able to fit in the seat with no place to put my left arm. Very uncomfortable.

At the end of the flight, everyone was struggling to collect luggage and get out. It was a three seats on each side configuration and that just takes time to empty out. The people in the middle and window seats cannot get to the overheads until the aisle seat people get out. As the people in the row ahead of us are getting their bags down, the nutty lady says, "What it is about getting out of the airplane that is a surprise to you people? Why can't you just be ready to get out?"

Yikes, I could not get out of there fast enough. I was kind of hoping someone would punch her and kind of feeling sorry for her.

So, I came home and rolled a log of goat cheese in dill and ate it. Look at that. My cooties are gone.

Humanity can sure be weird,

Normal (I hope) Girl