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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.

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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.

HOWEVER…

… 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.