What Comes Up, Must Come Down

It’s been TOO long, and I know you've all been eagerly anticipating Athena updates... It’s been a helluva week for Athena.... I kicked it off with a 4 day biz trip to chilly Denver for the major preso with the VP and other important peeps.

Yes, I am a seasoned professional and use words such as: biz, preso, and peeps to refer to my most pressing business matters.

I've been traveling a lot for work, which usually doesn't bother me; however, since I moved to Hades, I no longer have the benefit of an airport "hub" so I always have to connect to every city I go to. This makes for a lot of time in the airport and on the plane. How does one entertain themselves when in an airport for hours on end? By judging others....

The woman on the left's t-shirt says: 

If at first you dont success, drink some beer and smoke some weed. 

Classy!  Little did she know, I was going to take her advice if my preso didn't go well.

So, after a 7 hour plane ride (with connections) out to chilly Denver, I settled in to my hotel room and worked it. Finished up the details, met with important peeps, and I was SO NERVOUS that I didn’t sleep for 2 days. I knew the DBB was using this as my last "test" for my promotion, and more importantly, I like to be an overachiever and the pressure was on. Long story short, rocked the preso and got a phone call 4 hours later that my fauxmotion is faux no more. S-WEETT!!!


I was on a high… what I didn’t mention earlier was that this was my first biz trip since my big plan of fabulosity came about, so I was really nervous that I wouldn’t lose any weight this week or (gasp!) gain some. All that I am going to say on the subject is that I really did the best I could, but I wasn’t prepared for the ‘eating out’ nonsense. Seriously, restaurants feed us garbage on a stick now… I digress.

I was on a high… I was not really anticipating my flight back to Hades (again with the connections) but I was in a pretty good mood! I am Athena, hear me ROAR! I can conquer ANYTHING! I can…. Fall flat on my ass in an airport full of people!!! In my defense, there was an absolutely gargantuan puddle of water on a marble airport floor. ANYONE would slip on it! Of course, not anyone did, that responsibility was placed only on me. As the sole of my flip flop swiftly peeled out from under me, I channel my inner Yoda, and as I have done the 487 times in the past where I’ve fallen down, up, sideways or upside down in public places, I landed with grace and dignity.

Even I was impressed by the 1. Lack of pain 2. Melodious movements of a woman caught off guard. I actually received compliments from the travelers around me as they scurried over to help. “Do you need help?” “I saw the whole thing happen, how did you land so gracefully?” I smiled. I looked up calmly and stated “It’s not my first time. I’m a professional clutz.”

I took this picture from WAY FAR AWAY!  I didn't want any of my witnesses to spot me.

It took me 9 hours to get back to Hades. 9 freaking hours. I could have flown to PARIS in the time it took me to get back. Why? Because after I had already connected from Denver to Detroit, Delta decided to list their Detroit-Hades connection as a non-stop, when it was really a layover. So, after my wipe out at the Denver airport, then 9 hour flight with not one, but TWO connections, I realized I was completely wrong about my fall not hurting. OUCH!

To top it all off, my sweet angel love-child, Cerberus, decided to personally thank me for leaving him at doggie-daycare for 4 days by clawing through my chest in an attempt to rip my heart out and gnaw it to death.

Sorry for the boob shot, but hey, thats what happens when you are trying to avoid your face (and I was like "shit, my boobs looks GOOD in this picture!!)