To all of you who have come here from The Blogfathers to stare in wonder and awe at the wizard of March Madness, welcome! Guten Tag! Ciao! こんにちは! Etc! I'm a little surprised at my luck steering through the first weekend of the tournament...by now I've usually torn my bracket into a million little pieces, set them on fire, and repeatedly stabbed my Coach K voodoo doll with a letter opener. Lots of tournament left kids...go Zags!
We're in the calm before the storm here at Casa de Cheeky. Some stuff is brewing on the job front which may finally lift me out of the swirling, sucking eddy of despair I've been in for the last bazillion months. Can't say much about it yet, since I don't want to jinx it. I can confirm, however, that I will not be taking over for Paul Tagliabue, and that the "exploratory committees" I have sent to Iowa and New Hampshire are honestly just there buying hogs and granite for my porcine curling team. More to follow, though.
Oodgie is also using her brief breaks between chasing Cheeky, fetching discarded toys, and changing her sweater sixteen times while yelling "nothing's comfortable!" to do some entrepreneurial stuff of her own. She's hatched a plan to make us all filthy stinkin' rich so we can bathe in a jacuzzi full of caviar and toast our extravagant wealth with goblets made of Galapagos tortoise shells filled with the blood of our enemies. Sadly, there's apparently a lot of work involved in starting a business, which cramps Cheeky's style when she needs that plastic thing no not that thing the other thing why are you walking away come back here I need you to pick me up no put me down where's that thing no the other thing. We both agree that it's far far better for us to weasel our way into the Saudi royal family than to work, so Abdallah bin Abd al-Aziz bin Abd al-Rahman Al Saud, if you're reading this, I can totally hook up your iPod if you're having problems. Call me.
Then you've got the people out there who actually make money blogging. How the hell does that happen? I've met a lot of bloggers, and I'm betting that if we all pooled the money we'd made from our sites it we might be able to buy a fashionable belt buckle. My contribution to that pool would be exactly nada, although I'd still want the buckle for interviews and weddings. How sweet would it be to retire to my boat, mountain retreat, or Italian villa and fire off snarky commentary for a living?
I have a feeling the more likely career path is still corporate toady, so I suppose I should close up and get to sleep. But I'd love to hear from you, my faithful readers: What's your dream career? And what's taking you so long in getting there?
My dream career would be to blog at my seaside Italian villa while my wife fed me grapes and my daughter washed the Maserati. Kidding. Actually, I'm not sure what I want to be when I grow up.
Meanwhile, glad to hear that things are moving on the job front. Hope it all works out. And if Oodgie needs any advice on starting up her business, let me know. I'd be more than happy to help out.
GO (anyone except Duke)!!!
Posted by: MetroDad | March 23, 2006 at 08:19 AM
National Geographic Photographer and writer. Everything else I do, honestly, is settling. Fear of failure and devotion to a husband I'd want to drag around the world with me is holding me back.
Go ZAGS!
Posted by: Hud | March 23, 2006 at 09:13 AM
My dream career was always to be a rock star. I think I'd still like that. Plus, you don't see a lot of 33 year old ladies coaching in the NFL.
If you had all the money you and I have made blogging put together, we still wouldn't be any closer to buying that fly belt buckle.
Posted by: Sarah | March 23, 2006 at 09:15 AM
Making belt buckles for bloggers. Or out of bloggers, for bloggers, and the women who love them.
Posted by: p-man | March 23, 2006 at 12:45 PM
Well, I'm almost sorry to say it, but I have something pretty damn close to my dream job (as in, I can't believe anyone pays me real money to do this thing I would totally do for free). Let me just say, though, that I love every minute of every day. There are ups and downs, even in a dream job.
Posted by: landismom | March 23, 2006 at 09:10 PM
Right now I am doing something I consider a dream job, I just want the dream "part time outside the home" job to go with it. I am defintely what you would call a full time stay at home mom. I want more. I want to be the full time stay at home mom with a successful career that does not cut into my time with my kids. I am almost 30 and still do not know what I want to do with my life. My previous career was managing my father's construction company. I did enjoy that because it is a predominantly male field and I got to boss around a whole lotta men. That and now I know more than the average woman about tools and building things. Anyways, I really hope things work out for you and your wife. Good luck!
Posted by: Lori | March 24, 2006 at 09:28 AM
good luck on the startup and whatever is brewing on your end !
my dream job: i would be curator for post- impressionist collections and exhibits for a really cool museum. i have an art history degree that i don't use because, well, i don't. if i didn't need the $ that my glamouous and high paying job brings in, that's what i'd do. and i'd only do it part time so i'd have more time with the kid.
Posted by: kara | March 24, 2006 at 11:18 AM
Author. I've wanted to write novels since I was 15. (Younger than that I wanted to be Indiana Jones.) I THOUGHT I could start writing more once I had the baby, then reality bitch slapped me around a bit. Now I'm kind of working toward a five year plan.
Posted by: the weirdgirl | March 27, 2006 at 11:29 AM
Alchemist, for sure. I think this whole turning lead into gold thing would really be a good gig.
Posted by: Bert | March 28, 2006 at 02:54 PM