Goddess and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

June 26th, 2017, 8:01 PM by Goddess

Otherwise known as Day 57 of my captivity.

I was through by 8:37 a.m. And it was just a bareback burro ride through the Mojave Desert without so much as a cup of coffee from there.

Normally I can leave the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad stuff at the halfway point of my trip home. My rule is no b.s. south of exit 70.

Which is fine … any other day. But today, I passed 70 … and was in such a snit that I drove some 20 exits south instead of 10.

And found myself at my old work building.

Yep, by freaking instinct, I ended up there.

I miss it so much, I could just die sometimes.

Ended up going to the cupcake shop I discovered two weeks before I got evicted and thrust into THNGVBD world. Got Momma three cupcakes. And we ate them ALL.

Now that I’m home (and frosting-filled), I went online to look for a new favorite wine. The winery in California doesn’t even sell it. And Total Wine is out of it across the country.

However, there is ONE STORE on the East Coast with my wine.

And you fucking guessed it — it’s at the goddamn wine store that was two blocks from the office I inadvertently DROVE TO today.

I’m not sure I can do this anymore. There are people I absolutely love … and there is everybody else. And the balance is never close to being, well, balanced.

I miss happiness.

Great-ish expectations

June 25th, 2017, 8:56 AM by Goddess

Every now and again, I get the opportunity to hang out with people far more evolved than I’ll ever be. And it’s nice to see that I still have plenty of growing to do, rather than regressing to please certain others.

One of those friends is getting divorced. But it’s far from an ending. It’s opening up a whole new world to her.

I don’t have to feel like shit every day anymore, she tells me. I can smile again and not have to apologize for it. I don’t have to contain my own light so as not to outshine anyone else who happily asserts their power to snuff it out.

That message felt a little pointed. But only in the best way.

We — collective we, as there were five Gemini goddesses present at my favorite restaurant last night for a collective birthday celebration — spoke of raising our vibrations and how we (me specifically) need to attract better neighbors … people who appreciate our ideas and experience … and better leadership as high as the national and international level.

I’m calling upon the universe for help. It’s time. It’s beyond time.

Later she asked me what “my type” is. And I thought, hmm, do I have one? Do I dare aspire to define what I might want, like I could actually get it?

So I told her. And the list went on. I have a look I like, and I said “financially smart, too.”

She’s like slow down, girl. Men don’t have that much to offer. Start small.

Hard to raise your vibration to get what you want when you have to keep your expectations so low. I excel in not expecting anything at all. But look where that’s gotten me.

It may not be time to dream big, but to start dreaming again at all, I guess.

Wine Wednesday

May 3rd, 2017, 6:56 PM by Goddess

Last week I was drinking half-price Meiomi at Mellow. Worked past 10 that night and was perfectly happy. 

Today I’m buying it in a fuckin’ suburb after the worst day ever.  Worked till 11 the past two nights and I’m ready to keep on driving after my shitbag commute. 

Note I went from heathy hummus to cake.

How the fuck is it only Wednesday?!

The boys (and girl) of spring

March 26th, 2017, 7:54 PM by Goddess

So tRumpy had the worst week ever. Which, the majority of the country has endured on a loop since the first week of November. So you won’t find me playing my teeny-tiny violin anytime soon.

Besides, I gave that shit up in the seventh grade when I mastered “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” Which, given that we’re all singing “Tinkle Tinkle Little Czar; Putin Put You Where You Are,” it would be a fitting final song to play on this democratic Titanic on which our representatives of both major parties are valiantly rearranging the chairs.

In any event, here are my blessings that don’t include James Comey screwing tRumpy this week almost as bad as he f’ed Hillary …

(Got this shirt in D.C. back before Comey’s little October surprise.)

1. Had Sunday brunch with a dear friend from the West Coast whom I met when we lived in Alexandria, Va.  It’s like 13 minutes elapsed between visits, rather than 13 years.  

2. Got a great new, old addition to our work team. Super-excited about this one. Grateful beyond belief. Hoping it’s a long, prosperous relationship (again).

3. I got a day off! And got to see the Nats on Thursday!

Unfortunately, it was pouring halfway through. So we left early. But still, DAY OFF!

Plus I got a cool shirt that I love.

And some pics of Calvin Coolidge, which was my grandfather’s name too. It’s like he was there with us!

And I got an early-bird dinner at a great restaurant nearby. And it was good, unlike most meals I overpay for. I win Thursday.

Dude. Funnel cake. And my Nats keychain. 

4. I could have had tickets to see the Nats Friday. But great editorial had to prevail. And it did. I ain’t mad at that. Would rather shape/publish things I’m proud of than relax. (Not that there was any relaxing to follow it, unfortunately. But, details.)

5. Had Bloody Marys on the beach when a favorite former/current colleague. Well I had all the vodka. But still. Sushi and stimulating seaside conversation is the way to spend a Saturday. 

6. I stopped at a store to buy suntan lotion. And ran into a friend who recently had a baby. I was over the moon. Another colleague/friend with her mom and child. I took a couple pics for mom because she’d kick me ass if I didn’t. What a good day in my world. 

7. I did get back to the ballpark today. Gorgeous, breezy, sunny day.

Got to wear my new shirt.

They had a 50%-off spring training merch sale. Which was kind of annoying because all the Nats stuff was sold out and only Houston Astros wear was available. 

Although Screech was tossing out tons of shirts …

They had some cute and sparkly Astros shirts that I liked, but I’m a Nats girl all the way.

Mom wondered why we never took Grampy to a Pirates game.

I think he was there at all the games we’ve seen in DC and WPB. And not as a giant president. I also think he’s ok that I give mom the experiences I didn’t have the time or money to give to him.  But damn, we miss him. 

With mom’s poor health, I didn’t want to wait till next year to do this. It cost a ton for me. But we ate well and got sun and saw good-looking men everywhere. What a treat, truly. 

I hope we can go to Bradenton next year. But i will be quite ok if I get back to the Ballpark of the Palm Beaches. No doubt. We saw the Mets and Astros. Maybe we will catch the Yankees or Marlins next year. 

How blessed I am to have the brand-new Nats spring training facility right in my backyard, so I could be part of the spring one. 

I am over the moon that I could see Ryan Zimmerman and Bryce Harper and Jason Werth in my last hometown and in my new one too. 

The people who work in the park are so nice. Most are from the DMV area. My favorite bartender is taking the AutoTrain home next week and will work the regular season with the Nats. 

In any event, it was a good week to be Goddess and a great week to be a Nats fan. I hope I am lucky enough to see the boys of spring again next year. And have plenty of planned and chance meetings with old friends along the way. 

Letters from the gone-bananas republic of Palm Beach

February 20th, 2017, 8:01 AM by Goddess

So this happened (again):

I returned the last one within 24 hours of purchase. And here’s why.

This one’s a keeper. I managed to get all my stuff off my Time Capsule this time, so I don’t have to take the old iMac in for service. Now to not wait 10 years to return it to Apple, like I did with the G4 that lived in six different apartments with me before I offloaded it last year.

I should probably have anxiety about the purchase. It cost just less than a month’s rent (and yes, rent is THAT HIGH). But I’ve wanted one of these for close to a decade. And look, the world is going to end whether or not I have a computer that doesn’t suck, right?

It’s been 222 days since I was able to back up my iPhone. Funny how much of a luxury that felt like, connecting my phone to a working computer. I’d say it’s a first-world problem, but given the tinpot dictator who spends his weekends three miles up the road, I like to think of it as a “gone-bananas republic” problem.