Posts Tagged ‘relax’
No place like home
Written by washwords on April 24, 2008 – 4:36 pmDespite my fabulous spa vacation, and despite my snarkery about all things DC, in truth this is where I’m meant to be.
I loved relaxing on the beach, getting spa treatments and I’m grateful (SO grateful) to have the resources and time to treat myself so. I do feel refreshed in a way I know I desperately needed (the first clue was when I started getting annoyed, genuinely angry, at people asking me to do, you know, like WORK, at work). But… ultimately? the relaxed lazy meandering pace? not really for me. I’m a city girl at heart, at core, specifically a DC girl.
Getting back to town, we walked straight from gate to waiting cab to a heated treatise on what’s wrong with Read more »
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Tags: arrrogance, city, fast, home, important, just right, metro, no place like home, pace, relax, rush, wash, WMATA
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Keeping it loosey goosey or “what the…?”
Written by washwords on April 21, 2008 – 6:38 pmMy mom and I are off for five days four nights at the spa. The weather is beautiful, I can see the ocean from my bed and be in it in less than 20 seconds and I’ve already taken a class that kicked my booty (literally) and am off to a spa treatment. So I’m NOT COMPLAINING but…
Since our arrival at FLL (ft. lauderdale airport), things have been.. well just a step or two off. Don’t get me wrong, everyone’s nice and friendly and we’re having a great time but…
Among our encounters so far:
- the airport taxi driver who angrily said “pompANo, pomPANo, you have number? I take 95! 95! but then Read more »
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Tags: communication, complain, confusion, curmudgeon, directions, fort lauderdale, huh, life, ocean, ocean sands, overheard, relax, spa, taxi, what
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freedom or “the joy of quitting”
Written by washwords on April 11, 2008 – 2:33 amSometimes out of the loop is the best place to be.
The top mommy nag my mom sent me off to college with was this: “Don’t join anything before October 15.” Why? Because in high school, I was kind of… well, a joiner is probably a kind way to put it. (Think “Tracey
Flick” as played by Reese Witherspoon in “Election”)
Because join I did! I was secretary of honor society, Spanish class, sophomore class, junior class, Student Senate, Student Council (Yes, they were two different things – how very bicameral of us), editor-in-chief of my high school newspaper (and sole staff member most of its history).
(Sidebar: Who can’t wait for MTV’s “The Paper?” tomorrow night. Me! and all the other Tracy Flicks out there! Anywho…) I tried to take mom’s words to heart – after all working on that student paper (on my Apple IIC and using, yes, stencils, and literal cutting and pasting, with scissors till 3 and 4 a.m.) was a wee bit tiring.
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Tags: "the paper", committee, destressing, election, freedom, journalism, mom, momism, nag, pressure, quitting, relax, resigning, secretary, stress, tracey flick, union, work, writing
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