vaya con pance

color me overjoyed April 22, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — gogopance @ 10:42 am

Today is worst idea ever day again. A year has gone by already?! Of course, maybe I’m just bitter because given the fact I don’t have any children means that I’m still expected to work, amidst the pure chaos. All the other mommy and daddy employees are busy doling out Company Kool-Aid. Literally.

Good to know the conference  room I booked two weeks ago – which got taken away from me (true story) – is being put to good use. Nothin’ like a furious coloring round-table to move the revenue needle.

Alas, I am choosing to focus on the fact it’s also Earth Day. Thusly, you will find me hiding behind a tree.


say cheese… and whine April 15, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — gogopance @ 10:32 pm

So I have a mad case of the ho hums. I’m back in my real life after a fantastic week in my fantasy life. I wake up, I shuffle to work, I work, I shuffle home, I watch Dawson’s Creek on DVD (tonight Dawson lost his virginity to Jen. Joey = not so happy), I go to bed. Rinse and repeat. I’ve been cursing NYC in my head, but really only because it’s not Virginia. And that’s just not very fair.


… when I emerge from the subway and spy my local wine store sportin’ a little humor, I can’t help but snicker. OK. OK, NYC. You got me. I’m smilin’. Yes I missed you. Yes I still heart you. How can I not?!? Anything goes here. So hopefully my homesickness will soon, too.


viva la spring April 2, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — gogopance @ 12:35 pm

Every year, round about now, we New Yorkers start a slow climb out of winter. We’re cautious (curse those late March blizzards), yet optimistic. We still bundle up, if only to be able to peel off layers by the hour.  But glory hallelujah what a difference commuting wrapped in warm air can make. This is when I always go out of my way to walk on the sunny side of the street.

Every time the seasons change I feel like an entirely refreshed person with a extra kick in my step and howdy in my ‘do. You’d think since it happens 4x/year every year that I would get used to it. But I don’t. It still feels brand new. Every. Single. Time. As popular as California dreamin’ can be, I don’t think I could ever live there. What’s their benchmark? I prefer my perfection with a side of suffrage. Just to keep it real, yo.