The Freaky Eye Twins

Today Becky, Zacky and Unborn Fetus came to visit me at work. We had a little picnic at my desk and while we were eating I noticed the funniest thing. Not only does sweet, fabulous, adorable, precious Zacky have my EXACT same birthmark in the EXACT same place on his forehead but he also does the same 'freaky eye thing' that I do. We were eating and he looked up at me and for the first time I was able to see the thing that I do all the time. I can't "do it on command" but apparently if my head is down and I glance up, my eyes do this thing that freaks out many of 'my people'. It really is quite creepy but also fantastic that Zacky does it too! I knew he was my fav for a reason--shhhh, don't tell Brayden, Jaxon, Sky, Jordie, Bells and Cam.

Stuff I'd Rather Do...

This afternoon I was informed that my presence was requested at a client lunch tomorrow. I'd really rather eat my hair than make small talk with some of these people--especially since I will be the only female in attendance--although given my current thoughts on the "gentler sex" maybe it will be better to go to lunch with all guys. Tonight, I'm sitting here dreading the lunch and thinking of all the things I'd rather do than dress up (on jean day no less...) and attend the luncheon.

Stuff I'd rather do:
*Get the actual plague
*Eat my hair
*Go to the eye doctor
*Sit through a HC talk
*Do my laundry
*Case Study Day in GH
*Listen to Called to Serve played over and over and over by a 10 year old
*Eat at Olive Garden or Happy Sumo
*Listen to Susan Sarandon accept an Oscar

Stuff that is worse than a client lunch:
*Camping
*Attend a training at my work--you guys know what I'm talking about...
*Enrichment
*Pride & Prejudice
*Playing Foosball with my bosses--it is truly humiliating how bad I am at Foosball.
*Watching Titanic
*Skill Day
*Dentist

Sugar and Spice

It is said that girls are "sugar and spice and everything nice..." Apparently the person who first said those words had never actually met one. Girls are witches. They're mean, bossy, vindictive and hateful--oh and they remember things for an eternity. Also they get worse the older they get--I think it is all the practice that they got on a daily basis in Junior High School. I'm sure I'm just speaking theoretically.

I don't have any actual experience TODAY with any of this.

Funnies

Funnies from the last week...

**Everyone who eats with me knows that I eat my food in a weird way...I take things apart and eat them a piece at a time. Last Saturday night at JCW's, Jeremy looked at my food and said, "Ang, did you drop your burger?" Um...no. Totally ridiculously embarrassing.

**Lunch at Taco Amigo on Monday.
Male friend: Squirming in his chair..."Ugh...I totally know what you girls go through."
Me and Female friend: "Huh?"
Male Friend: "These jeans are too tight. My wallet is in the truck because I can't put it in my pocket and when I wear these pants I can only put the key chain in my pocket--not all of my keys".
Me and Female Friend: Much laughter...

**Hanging out with Adi, Luke and Pais.
Luke: Can we go play outside?
Ang: No, it's time for bed.
Luke: Our other babysitter let's us play outside.
Ang: Not after you've had a bath and are in your PJ's.
Luke: Yeah.

**I went to pick Steve up for dinner on Tuesday and we asked Bob if he wanted to come with us...
Ang: Do you want to come with us?
Bob: You're going to have Thai food aren't you?
Ang: Probably.
Bob: I don't like Thai food.
Ang: Have you ever had it? Have you ever been with someone who knows what to order?
Bob: Yes, with some returned missionaries. I don't like it.
Ang: Missionaries eat dogs. They don't know what is good...
Bob: Will you stop at that sandwich place over there (pointing South), the one that starts with an "O".
I was fully aware that there is no sandwich place on State Street that starts with an "O". Steve and I went to Thai Chili Gardens--had a delicious dinner and then proceeded to drive down State Street looking for the non-existent sandwich place. Eventually, we decided he had to be talking about Quiznos so I stopped there and got something. After I dropped Steve off with the sandwich for Bob I received the following text:
Steve: We were right, I guess QUIZNOS starts with an "O" these days.

Mostly, I often wonder how can someone so brilliant about so many things can be so not brilliant about little things? Hmmm. Love you, Bobby Brown.

**Conversation between Ang and Adi about our upcoming Lagoon day.
Ang: Ads, you excited to go to Lagoon?
Adi: Yes, but I will not go on that scary ride this year.
Ang: Come on...you can do it. You're a whole year older now and it won't be scary.
Adi: I was 6 1/2 last year. I will not go on that ride.
Ang: But now you are 7 1/2 -- I think you should ride it again with me and your mom.
Adi: No way.

Ugly Naked Guy

I'm beginning to think that society believes it is totally appropriate for big, ugly, fat guys to go outside in their underwear. Okay, maybe not society. Maybe it is just the Ugly Practically Naked Guy who lives around the corner from me. Every time I drive down the street towards my house I see him..most of him. Ugh!!

The Zack Seal of Approval

Apparently Zack approves of the Red Velvet Cupcakes...

He went "head first" into the cake

and even had frosting on his eye.

Nice!

I LOVE Jim Halpert

Spoiler...

Tonight I finally caught up on The Office and watched the finale.

Best, best, best reaction by a guy ever on TV goes to my boyfriend Jim.

Never loved him more than at this moment.

Best reaction.

Ever.

Update

It is May and I'd like to report that the Griswolds have FINALLY taken down their heinous Christmas lights. Or maybe I should call them "Winter Lights" because they just took them down and they were turned on until Valentine's Day. Although, now I need a new landmark to tell people where I live.

Life...

Life is good.

Amen.

Short List of Favorite Little People

More than once I've been accused of hating kids. I don't hate kids. I just don't love all of them for no reason. Those that I love I love with all my heart. There is NOTHING as sweet as an unsolicited hug. Nothing as wonderful as seeing a kid run across the room and jump into your arms. On a funny note, nothing quite as awesome as having a kid take food off your plate, put it in their mouth and then take it out and put it in your hand. Or, even better having one of the sweetest, cutest little people throw up all over you. I really do love kids.

Random comments from some of my favorite little people:

Eli: Mom, who's the nicest person at your work? I think it is Angie.

Pais: You come to my house tonight?

Luke: Our other babysitter lets us play outside.
Adilynn: Where do you put CD's in this car?

Brayden.Jaxon.Skyler.Jordan.Camden.Bella.Zack.Adilynn.Luke. Paislee.Eli.Lexi.Ella.Annah.Abbie.

There are other little people that I adore but these are the ones that for me can turn a frown upside down and can make me grin just thinking about them. These are the ones I'd walk through fire for, slay dragons for and maybe even go to church for.

Define Irony?

When the actual meaning is the direct opposite of the implied meaning...

Or, when Angie is purposely watching a football game with tears streaming down her face. No, the world has not ended or at least not yet. I've been a huge fan since the beginning but last night I started re-watching Friday Night Lights and it's been so much fun. Even though I know basically how each episode will end it is still so much fun to watch everything else for the second time. Riggins, Matty, Coach and Tammy Taylor, Lyla, Tyra, Jason, even Smash. Love them all!

Love.

All American Reject

Tonight I got stood up. Not a travesty. Not a big deal. Not even entirely a surprise--I think if I'm counting accurately this is strike 4 or 5 for this person. In baseball a person gets 3 strikes and then they are out. I am annoyed for all of the obvious reasons but also because I cut short my "Girls Day" so that I could run home and meet this friend. At what point do we get 'used' to rejection? I'm not just talking about romantic relationships. There are many ways to get rejected: at work, with friends, family, romantically, etc. etc. etc. Ironically, I've discussed this same topic with the Stander Upper but I don't think this person thinks of it as actually standing me up. I tried a couple of other friends but it was too late to make plans with people on a Saturday night so I ended up taking a 'mini road trip' and driving up the canyon to this cute little place that serves amazing dessert. Now, I'm home, in my PJ's, sitting on the sofa, getting ready to eat my cake and watch one of my favorite movies--Singles. Just thinking about this movie makes me grin. So many good quotes. So many great relationshipy lines: "Have fun, stay single"; "I'm 23. Remember how old 23 seemed when you were little? I thought people would be traveling in air locks and I would have five kids. Here I am, 23, things are basically the same"; "I think time is running out to do something truly bizarre. By 25 bizarre seems immature..."; "I just happened to be nowhere near your neighborhood"; "That's a very nice hat you're wearing...and I don't mean it in an Eddie Haskell kind of a way"; and my all time favorite, "If I had a personal relationship with God I would ask him to create this girl".

Speaking of rejection, today I found out that my sweet, wonderful, adorable friend LJ got dumped last week by her very long term boyfriend. She's been having a really rough time and wasn't able to come out with us today--I really just want to give her the biggest hug, instead I'm making her a "Boys Suck" CD Mix--mostly of 'Girl Power' songs (thanks, Kimmie). I love some of these songs and even though they can't heal a broken heart they can help you feel a little bit better and even smile occasionally.

Music=Greatest Tool to Happiness?

I love music. I really really love music. I'm that girl who takes her iPod to the store when she's shopping. I'm the girl who falls asleep listening to her tunes. I'm that girl who's still ticked off that the ass hats at the car place stole her car adapter forcing her to listen to the radio. I'm the girl who left her iPod at home yesterday and spent 1/2 the day in silence and the second 1/2 of the day trying to make Pandora not suck so much. As much as I love music and as much pleasure as it gives me I'm going to have to disagree with something I learned in my weekly department meeting. Today, we were told that music does the same thing for you "happiness wise" as food and sex. Okay, here's the thing...I love food. I love music. There's no way that the third thing belongs in a category with the other two--not even close. I'm guessing someone isn't doing something right...

P.S. Speaking of being forced to listen to the radio in the car...tonight I heard a song and thought, "Hmmm, that's a good song..." and then discovered it was by Lifehouse. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Truly Random Thoughts for the Sabbath

*I just heard a very disturbed (on a TV show) child describe the Sleeping Beauty fairytale in the most honest way ever. YES, that story is crap. "The spell was for 100 years and he shows up on the last day and takes credit for saving her!" I think if we were in GH right now Scottie would give that girl a "Brilliant and/or Insightful" comment.

*5 Guys Burgers and Fries was quite good. The burgers are as good as anything I can get in Utah. Not as good as Shake Shack but good enough. The fries...yummy!

*Last night this weird little awkward waitress asked us if we wanted bread sticks with our dessert. Um...I think I'll pass on eating chocolate cake and tiramisu with garlic bread sticks. Also, she looked at my necklace and asked, "Oh, your necklace...what does the 'A' stand for?" Honestly, did she really think it meant anything other than my name? Really? I guess I could be Hester Prynne and it could be a scarlet "A". Except that it is black and silver so maybe not.

*The cable has been out at my house for a couple of days. No biggie except that also meant that the DVR was unavailable. I freaked out for a minute and then decided I could be a grown-up and finish two of the books I've been reading.

*Speaking of reading. I've been having trouble focusing lately and haven't really had any desire to read. This morning I finished two books that were really good but right now I'm dying for something amazing. Something that I can't wait to get back to. Something that I can curl up on the sofa on a Sunday (right this second) and devour. I'm super happy that the reading bug is back. Yay!

*I know I blogged about this a week or so ago but I really really love Blue October's new album. Really.

*Still in a really good mood. Totally pretending as if tomorrow is not Monday.

A Hunk, a Hunk of Burning Love

It’s true—Elvis was right—all you need is a hunk, a hunk of burning love…

This week sucked. A lot. I’ve not slept in days, I’m worried about some stuff at work, I made the world’s worst and ugliest cupcakes for a very important event—and cupcakes are my thing—I can freaking make them in my sleep. I also read something on a friend’s blog that has brought back a lot of hurt and sadness and feelings from fall 2007. Things that I really thought I’d gotten over. Anyway, it’s been a crappy week. The tide started to turn last night at 7:19. I was in my PJ’s, feeling sad, and not at all excited about spending another Friday night alone when I got a call from some friends who wanted me to go to dinner with them. (Thanks guys, I had a truly delightful evening) Then, this morning I woke up to the screaming psycho (Ie: toddler) who lives upstairs and after checking my E-mail, I decided to play around on You Tube.

When I clicked on the You Tube button on my phone it showed the last thing I’d watched (from last summer…) Zantar! There I was, in bed, barely awake, giggling and laughing and feeling so very happy. I need to mention that every woman in NYC is in love with him. Yes, I took a poll and the 4 million women of the greater New York area are obsessed with Zantar. There’s nothing not to like starting of course with the green shorts and goggles but also, he’s sweet, and cute, and so funny and he’s done everything. He’s had a million jobs: he was a Marine and used to work for Wes Anderson who of course I think is brilliant. First, I watched the “Valentine Special”—my former favorite Zantar music video--mostly because it was a gift that year from him to all of us. Then, I watched “Oh My Sweetness” my second favorite. After smiling and giggling and feeling so great I saw that there was a new one…holy shiz….the mother lode: “Economic Stimulus Package”. Again, there I am, laying in bed giggling, smiling like a crazy person and my mind racing from one Zantar memory to another: Zantar’s birthday party at that sketchy Mexican place in East Harlem: me, Amanda, 30 girls with Zantar. Running into him all over the city and always getting the biggest hugs and smiles. Mandy’s birthday party where he and I were the only sober people and still having the best time ever, how fun it was at work when we “discovered” him and all the fun we had watching his videos over and over and over. Originally hiding them from Anne so she would still hire him for a special spot and then giving in and finding out that of course she loved them. AND THEN I NOTICED that the video was filmed in MY HOUSE. That’s my TV, my red sofa, my STUFF! Ah, the sex sofa. There’s really nothing like waking up in the morning and seeing a naked Korean guy on your sofa. Although, thinking about the look on Shane’s face that night as we were sitting on the sofa and I told him about it and then even better thinking about Meredith running into Naked Korean Guy in the bathroom the next morning. PRICELESS! Good times. Great fun.

So, now, it is hours later and I’m still grinning and dancing around my kitchen. Not even the weather has put a damper on my mood. Not the fact that I had to go to Wal-mart on a Saturday. Not being forced to listen to Dave Matthews Band on the radio. Nothing. Today is going to be a great day. I’m not going to worry about life or anything and just think about my friend and smile ‘til it hurts! Watch the videos, see my friend, see my former possessions and know that it’s true—all you need to turn a crappy week into the best day ever is a hunk, a hunk of burning love!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9fz2kD92_U