Question for Ya

Whenever my friend Beach Bomar wants to know something, she says in that sweet Southern lilt “Got a question for ya…” Just makes you want to sit down and drink lemonade with her she sounds so freakin’ cheerful and helpful.

So now, I’ve got a “question for y’all.” What do you do when you don’t feel like a goddess? I mean, I am (in theory) The Party Goddess, yet extremely challenged. I just got a cute haircut, that’s about all I can say. My ridiculous number of tax returns and I are exhausted, my skin is breaking out, Easter is on Sunday – I’ve got the baskets but no treats, my daughter’s first birthday is on Saturday (don’t even ask, of course I don’t have anything handled), I’m going to the Desert (haven’t packed), need to go from the Desert Monday to San Fran on Monday night (you guessed it, I’ve done nothing), my email in box is full, the weather can’t decide what it’s doing here and I’m being stalked by the people at Korean yoga. To cap it all off, I’m running my Goddess of the Week stuff every week (Mondays, don’t forget to apply and my Entrepreneur of the Week every Thursday) and I seriously think I should hand over my crown or wand or whatever. Maybe I just need a babysitter. I kind of like the idea of hypochondria – I’ll just pretend I’m sick and then maybe someone will bring me soup and shop for everyone’s Easter chocolate. Or maybe I just have a leak in one of my vents or something. Kind of like when you get that noxious gas in your house and you keep falling asleep and then you die and they say “oh yeah, that deadly gas, you can’t smell it or see it but it’ll kill ya everytime!” Maybe I have that sleeping gas and I’m really just meant to nap continuously while people yell at me (that’s been happening a lot lately).

Who knows. Praise be, my blog hits are high. Oh, and my haircut is cute. (Now that I say that you guys are probably going to email eachother and say “if she thinks that’s cute…” Whatever, I’m ready for ya.) Oh, and I get to go to the ho down on Friday with Laura and laugh and say stupid ridiculous things that we think are funny and everybody else thinks are dumb. Hey, and Laura’s paying (now that I’ve blogged about it, Laura, are you really paying?). Maybe I should just keep blogging myself out of the blues?

Hey, it’s worth a try; you know what’s coming: ” Dear Divine Universe, Kate Hudson hasn’t called. I’m still waiting. I think I’m going to go back to visualizing my flying money now. ” By guys.