Help!

Oh, Sweet Moses, my brain is going to explode! I haven't been able to check my E-mail since 7:30 this morning due to some AWESOME new restrictions at my work and now I am HOME and the damn thing won't work. I know I'm not the leader of the free world, a heart surgeon or really anyone important but I've been cut off ALL day and if I can't check my mail in the next couple of minutes my head might actually spin off. Agh!!

ComeUndone.GirlsOnFilm.TheReflex.HungryLikeTheWolf

On Wednesday one of my friends told us that "our" boyfriend John Taylor from Duran Duran was going to be on Samantha Who. I never watch that show but set the DVR so I could see if my boyfriend still looks as great as he did when we were both a lot younger. All week my friends and I compared sightings and stories of running into John and Simon--from Soho to Studio City. I was enjoying the stories but feeling bad about how I live in Never Never Land and never had a John or Simon sighting but then I remembered my own John sighting. It was 1994 or 1995 (Kimmie...which one?) and I remember John playing the bass and staring across a field and looking into my eyes. No, I'm not a crazy person. Okay, I am a crazy person but what girl hasn't fantasized about falling for a rock star? Whether it was Bruce or John or George or Heyward or even Jon Bon Jovi there's something that happens to a girl when she listens to the song that brings back all the memories of youth and happiness and of a time when life was a lot less dreadful. Back to a time when we had posters on our wall of our favorite rock stars and sat on the floor with our girlfriends and listened to the same song over and over and over--yeah, that could have been last week for me. Or, even somewhat recently, horribly embarrassing yourself with Brandon Flowers' sister. Don't ever get in an argument with a rock star's sister...you'll regret it forever.

Why is it that there is no Duran Duran on my iPod? I think I need to download some music, turn out the lights and pretend that it is 1986 and that my lover is singing to me. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

P.S. Johnny, you look amazing!

My First Time

Last night I had a date with a super awesome 7.5 year old. Originally the plan was to pick up Skyler at his house and take him to dinner and then do a photo shoot to try out some of the things I learned again last week at my photo class. However, when I got to his house he mentioned that it would be fun if we could see a movie too. I told him that we could run by the theater and see what was playing and if there wasn't anything to see then we could do it another night and take his brothers.

Sky: But, when you go on dates with my brothers all by themselves you always go to a movie...I've never been to a movie with just you.
Ang: Guilt--guilt--guilt--the true gift for a middle child. True. Okay, let's go see what is playing.

So, we went to the theater and got tickets to see Night at the Museum. He picked the movie because, "I've seen it and it is really funny!" Not really my idea of a good time but nothing I would want to see is a 7-year old appropriate so I was okay with his choice.

After the movie on the drive home after thanking me for the evening (he's so freaking cute) we had the following conversation:

Skyler: This is the first time I've been in a mini car.
Ang: A mini car?
Skyler: Yeah, this is the smallest car I've ever been in.
Ang: Ha ha. Really?
Skyler: Yep. I've been in an Excursion, a bunch of different trucks, my mom's Hummer, a mini van, etc. etc. etc.

I laughed the whole way home. Yeah, I don't drive a "mini car". It's a freaking Toyota Corolla. Not huge, not Hummeresque but still a "normal car". Right? Gotta love those Cedar Hills kids!

Chaddy.Angie.Paislee at

Daniel and Mallory's Wedding

Someone Loves Me--or at Least Loves Someone with my Name!

The other day one of my colleagues called me and told me that on her way to work she saw a sign on the overpass in AF that said:

I *Heart* Angie!

I've driven past it a few times but I'm always alone so I can't take a picture. Even if it's not for me it makes me grin to think that at least someone with my name is loved!

Quirky Phone

My phone has this weird little quirk and when someone sends me a picture it tells me that I have one but it doesn't say from whom. Usually I can guess or at least narrow it down. For instance when I received the picture of a real dog with Disney Stickers all over him I narrowed it down to Linds and Snyder...and then correctly guessed Linds. Of course last year when I received the Virgin Mary Barbie doll I wasn't able to guess who it was from--I have more than one twisted friend....

The other day I got the best one yet...apparently you an buy framed art at the Post Office. Really? You're standing in line to send a package and you think...oh, sure, I'll buy a fine picture for my living room? Really? I don't know who it is from but I love love love it! Thanks for the laugh--I giggle out loud every time I think about it.

Wacky Weather

All I have to say is that it is June 18th and I'm wearing a sweater...

You Vinyl People

You vinyl people--you know who you are. I know you all know how I feel about this issue but it is getting out of hand. Today, I drove behind a car that had the family, their NAMES and vinyl stickers of their kids favorite activities. You people are making it way too easy for predators to kidnap your kids. Maybe I watch too much TV but telling the world that Little Cindy likes ballet and Johnny likes tennis and puppies is really kind of stupid.

Project: My Boss' Birthday Cake

After tonight I may never bake again....

5:00--go to Albertson's to buy milk and unsweetened chocolate.
5:15--go home whip up chocolate chocolate cake batter--tastes a little off but can't put finger on it so "let it go" and keep working.
5:30 --put the giant cupcake pan in the oven to bake.
5:35--do dishes because the recipe requires that EVERY bowl in the house be used and I needed them to make the frosting.
5:45--begin making frosting.
6:00--check on giant cupcake--not even close to be done baking. Hmmm...
6:20--still not close to be done baking. Hate that damn pan, take it out of the oven and fill regular sized cupcake liners with the rest of the batter.
6:25--put cupcakes in the oven to bake.
6:45--take cupcakes out of oven. They are small and hard looking nubs. Hmmm....
FREAKING REALIZE that I didn't use baking soda! Freak out for five minutes. Grab purse and keys and run to the store...
6:55--go to Allen's and buy butter, cupcake liners and dish soap. Walk to the car and then realize I might not have any more cake flour and brown sugar, so I run back into the store and get those things.
7:15--get home and start again.
10:00--can't really tell if they taste okay because I'm too dang tired and I don't love chocolate cake so not sure.

Ugh...I really hope he likes them. Bloody hell--I may never bake again.

P.S. The only good thing about this is that I got to go to Albertson's...there are some really fine looking men that work at the 1600 North store.

May You Go Home Pregnant

Last week while Bob and Shauna were in Turkey,

they spent some time shopping for rugs and kept

telling this one annoying salesman,

"No thank you, no thank you, no thank you..."

to which he finally looked at my dad and said,

"No thank you" in a sarcastic voice and then looked

at my mother, gave her the E-vil Eye and said,

"May you go home pregnant".

Honestly, that's quite possibly the meanest thing he could say to her.

Hopefully it doesn't come to pass although given

that the rest of the females in my family

(except for me) are currently knocked up

I guess it is a possiblity...

Ideas?

I've been on "the hunt" for a new vinyl saying for my kitchen. Nothing cheesy, nothing cliched--something a little bit fun, a little bit snarky and like me--in a word--different. For some reason I think "Sugar Whore" might not be appropriate and might be considered "snotty" by my landlord. The other day Stacy (landlord) was asking me what I was going to put on the wall and I said I'd been trying to come up with something fun and like me and non-cliched and she said, "Oh, you mean snotty..." Even though normally her incredibly rude comment would "force" me into putting something truly obscene on the wall I'm thinking I'll pass on naughty and stick with something fun.

Anyway, tonight when Red Headed Chrissy and I were at STF I saw a T-shirt that said,

"My Life is a Kick-A Fairytale".

I think that might be what I'm looking for or at least leading me in the right direction. I'm interested in what you guys think I should put on the sign. Thoughts?

It's So Pretty

Okay, so I bake bread every week and the loaves always taste really good but they usually look kinda ugly. However, tonight when I made bread I had a loaf that looks like...

It's so pretty!