The Blue Lemon is the cutest little restaurant. It is in Highland across from Kohler's and I love it. It has DELICIOUS food and treats and cute little tables and a great atmosphere. This town is so small. My friend and I were sitting there last night and I was telling him all about my favorite daily drama queens and then had to stop talking because of the person who came and sat down next to us--like right next to us. At the teeny tiny table next to us. Bloody Hell! She looked at me and I looked at her and she pointed at me and said, "I know you...right?" I smiled and replied, "Yes, I work with your mom". "Oh, you're Angie, right?" "Yup".
End of my fun talk. Bummer.
Atticus Finch "The one thing that doesn't abide majority rule is a person's conscience". Amen.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Project Redemption: Cupcake Chapter
A few months ago I hosted a baby shower for a good friend of mine. I made all the food myself and had a HUGE disaster with the cupcakes. That night I actually made two batches because batch one had little chunks of something and had to be thrown away. I even had to call Red Headed Chrissy to come over and save me with more milk. Batch two was also a disaster but because of the late hour and some serious delirium I actually served them at the shower. I'm still embarrassed about it and can't believe that I would serve those cupcakes. Well, my friend's mother-in-law who is so one of my favorite people and also ridiculously nice asked me if I had brought my "cute blue cupcakes" to the baby blessing luncheon. Um, no. I hated that sweet Shellee thought that I thought that those cupcakes were even remotely acceptable so I decided to come up with Project Redemption Cupcakes. Last Sunday I got up, whipped up a batch of Amy's yellow cake and put them in the oven to bake while I worked on the frosting. I like the cake density of Amy's recipes and wanted these to be special. Yeah, I had to throw all three dozen away and run to the store for more flour -- how is it that I could be out of flour? After I got home I did what I do best and made a batch of my normal cupcakes which did turn out well. I delivered them to my friend and I'm pretty sure they enjoyed them. I did learn a couple of things during my little project:
*Redemption does not come easy but it is totally worth it.
*Redemption does not come easy but it is totally worth it.
*Don't ever try a new recipe when it is for something important. Duh.
Wellness?
My work is in the middle of a Wellness Program and since I sit in the same general area as the coordinator of the project I get to hear some really funny things. The program is really simple:
*Eat 5 fruits or vegetables a day--5 days a week.
*Drink 48 oz of water a day--5 days a week.
*Exercise for a minimum of 30 minutes a day--four days a week.
It isn't a weight loss program but just an attempt to get us to be health conscious and maybe if you are drinking 48 oz of water that is 48 oz less of Mt Dew, eh? So, like I said I sit near sweet little Tiffy and I've heard some interesting questions and comments. Here are a few of them that I can remember off the top of my head:
Guy 1: did you use your walking around with your wife on vacation as exercise?
Guy 2: Yes, it was for like 5 hours a day. Didn't you put down all the walking around you did on your vacation?
Guy 1: NO! I had a freaking Churro in my hand while I was walking around.
Girl 1: Does 30 minutes of Dance Dance Revolution count as my exercise?
Tiffy: Yes.
Girl 1: Can't I count Mike & Ike's as a fruit?
Tiffy: Ha! Not quite.
Tiffy: If I have to eat one more fruit or vegetable I'm going to throw up.
Guy 1: Do the fruit snacks in the vending machine count as a fruit?
Girl 1: Um. No, They aren't even made of fruit.
I will say that for the most part the water is not a problem and that the fruit and vegetables shouldn't be but sometimes when it is 10 o'clock at night and I'm not hungry and I stare at that fridge thinking I need to eat one more damn vegetable I truly think about dying. The exercise has kicked my trash but I'm kind of liking it a little more each day. I've been jogging--slow as molasses but I jog and yesterday and today (Saturday) when I got up for days 5 and 6 -- not even required I think I'm now showing my dedication. Not so much to the program as my dedication to eating cookies.
*Eat 5 fruits or vegetables a day--5 days a week.
*Drink 48 oz of water a day--5 days a week.
*Exercise for a minimum of 30 minutes a day--four days a week.
It isn't a weight loss program but just an attempt to get us to be health conscious and maybe if you are drinking 48 oz of water that is 48 oz less of Mt Dew, eh? So, like I said I sit near sweet little Tiffy and I've heard some interesting questions and comments. Here are a few of them that I can remember off the top of my head:
Guy 1: did you use your walking around with your wife on vacation as exercise?
Guy 2: Yes, it was for like 5 hours a day. Didn't you put down all the walking around you did on your vacation?
Guy 1: NO! I had a freaking Churro in my hand while I was walking around.
Girl 1: Does 30 minutes of Dance Dance Revolution count as my exercise?
Tiffy: Yes.
Girl 1: Can't I count Mike & Ike's as a fruit?
Tiffy: Ha! Not quite.
Tiffy: If I have to eat one more fruit or vegetable I'm going to throw up.
Guy 1: Do the fruit snacks in the vending machine count as a fruit?
Girl 1: Um. No, They aren't even made of fruit.
I will say that for the most part the water is not a problem and that the fruit and vegetables shouldn't be but sometimes when it is 10 o'clock at night and I'm not hungry and I stare at that fridge thinking I need to eat one more damn vegetable I truly think about dying. The exercise has kicked my trash but I'm kind of liking it a little more each day. I've been jogging--slow as molasses but I jog and yesterday and today (Saturday) when I got up for days 5 and 6 -- not even required I think I'm now showing my dedication. Not so much to the program as my dedication to eating cookies.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Trainwreck?
Can you say Trainwreck? Bella looks stunned. Brayden looks like he's going to drop her. Baylee is trying to poke out Jaxon's eye. Zack is sobbing and Angie lost the war over the hats...hats do not belong in shots like this--I can't see any of their eyes. Geesh! Thank goodness for perfect little Skyler and of course for sweet Camden and Jordie!
This one is my favorite! How funny is that face?
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The Big Easy--Is that Me or the City?
Here's my travelogue. It's long. It's probably boring. If I was super spesh I would get up in church and share it with everyone...
Monday afternoon 12:40ish Bob and Shauna picked me up to go to the airport and I discovered that Steve had bailed on the trip. I was pretty bugged because he was going to be my buffer--you know the thing that kept me sane and kept me from killing anyone.
10:00 p.m. CST--arrive at the Baton Rouge International Airport. I literally do not know how they can all it that. There are like 6 gates in the entire place. When we arrived at the car rental place we discovered that there was only a mini van left. Not to be all Seinfeldy but what exactly is the point of taking the reservation if you can't keep it. That's okay because in the next 6 days the van turned out to be just as sexist as everyone else I encountered during my stay in lovely Louisiana. The car would only open the doors to the side if Bob pushed the buttons. I swear it's true! I'm not making this up. The freak show car would not let me or Shauna out unless Bobby Brown pushed the button. It was so frustrating and terribly hilarious all at the same time. There was a point on Wednesday when I had mentally decided to stop making anti-sexist references but the van pushed me over the edge when Shauna had to crawl into the front just to escape the car.
Tuesday--spent the entire day trapped in the house. I was seconds from completely losing my mind at 4:30 when I asked nicely if I could take the car and drive around for a few minutes before Bob's friends came over to dinner. I also went for a walk/run Tuesday night. I will never complain about exercising in Utah ever again. It was 90ish degrees and at least 90% humidity. It was nearly pure heaven! There was also some concern amongst my family members of if it was appropriate for me to go out alone. Me woman. Totally unable to do anything alone. More on that later.
Wednesday--Spent the morning with Bob at LSU. Shauna, "Angie do you want to go to LSU with your father?" Thinking...Um...no but at least that means I can leave the house. "Yes, mother I'd love to". Then in the afternoon we drove to Baton Rouge and hung out with Bob's cousins Chris and Linda. That was fun. They are both completely insane and so much fun to talk to. During our little chat Linda and I made plans to go to New Orleans together on Saturday and see the city, shop and eat our faces off. Later that night I got a phone call telling me that Chris (her brother) would be accomping us because and I quote, "It really would be safer if he comes with us." After I got off the phone and told my mother that we would be having a male escort I started laughing and told her that I didn't know what was funnier that he was coming or that I really wasn't that surprised or bugged by it.
Thursday--we had a totally awesome family dinner with my dad's brother and sister and their families. It was fantastic to see my cousins Brian and Ron whom I haven't seen since they were really little kids. It was also fun to meet their wives and kids. The highlight of the entire trip was being able to hear Ron's 4 year old daughter Jade sing one of her grandfather's songs. It was so special to sit there and see this amazing little girl sing a song from my uncle who's been dead for 10 years. I loved every single second and there was absolute silence in the room except little Jade's voice. It brought back so many memories of sitting around and listening to Ron sing to us and to listening to his albums over and over and over. I need to find some of those tracks so that I can import them into my iTunes.
Friday--we went on the "Bob tour of Baton Rouge" to see all the random places he's ever lived. They moved A LOT when he was young and some of those places are in very scary neighborhoods. You know the ones with actual dead bodies and regular gun shots. Bob white as white can be riding around the 'hood and not just driving by but actually STOPPING in front of each house and talking. He's been warned many many times not to do so but continues to ignore the advice. We also drove by Baker High School where he graduated and it was literally the scariest thing I've ever seen--and I used to live in the Heights! I think I might finally be a bit of a grown-up because I enjoyed driving around and hearing he and my grandmother talk about the past. Later that night, I was able to spend the evening hanging out with just my grandmother. She had made amazing progress all week and was chipper and fun. We ate dinner and then we watched Deja Vu together. I wanted to see it before I went to New Orleans the next day and she was up for anything. I thought she'd be confused but she was great and really enjoyed the film.
Saturday--was an absolute blast. Chris and Linda picked me up at 9 a.m. and we drove to New Orleans. As soon as we pulled into the city it started raining buckets but it blew over in about half hour and we were able to have a fantastic day. We went to the Riverwalk to do a ton of shopping, ate our faces off, drove all over the city and had an absolute fantastic time. Chris used to live there and so he knew how to navigate the city and was the perfect guide. I will even admit that it was nice to have him there--not because we needed a guy but because he's super cool and totally knew what he was doing and where to go.
Sunday--I hate flying. I hate the Baton Rouge airport and I hate that we missed our flight. I am grateful that after Bob's head nearly exploded on the Delta agent that we were able to get on the last flight out of Atlanta and finally get home.
I had a pretty good time on my vacation. It was so nice to see my family and especially to see my grandmother. I'm glad she's getting better and that I was able to spend some time with her and the rest of my relatives.
Here's some of my favorite quotes from the week:
Beer, helping white men to dance since 1853.
Beer, helping white men to dance since 1853.
Linda: Ang, there are two openings for hookers on Burbon Street. I put in applications for both of us."
Bob: What are you getting? Angie: A razor blade. Bob: What for? Angie: My wrists. Bob: Ang, we just got here--you should probably wait a couple of days.
Grandma to Bob: Aren't you proud of me--I haven't said anything about your driving.
Bob: want to go to Jimmy Swaggart's church on Sunday?
Angie: I'd rather go there than to a Mormon church.
Angie: I'd rather go there than to a Mormon church.
Bob: Why is that?
Shiz...did I say that out loud?
Angie: Because, um...I already know what that is like...
Angie: Because, um...I already know what that is like...
Monday, August 10, 2009
Annnnnngie
My cousin Chris is obsessed with music. He used to work at my Grandfather's radio station, go on tour with my uncle Ron and owns thousands of CD's. The other day while driving back from New Orleans we were talking about music and here is the basic gist of our conversation...
Chris: Hey, Angie (must be pronounced with a drawn out Southern drawl) has a past boyfriend ever sang your song to you?
Angie: Um...boyfriend, no. Random guys in my life, yes. A few of them feel the need to sing 'my song' every single time that they see me.
Chris: That must be awkward.
Angie: Yup. Especially when it is a random co-worker or even better my dad's Associate Dean.
Chris: Ha!
Angie: I'll know when it's the right guy for me when I find him standing outside my window, dressed in a trench coat, holding a boom box over his head, playing My Song.
Chris: Awesome--Love the reference! Love the song!
Chris: Hey, Angie (must be pronounced with a drawn out Southern drawl) has a past boyfriend ever sang your song to you?
Angie: Um...boyfriend, no. Random guys in my life, yes. A few of them feel the need to sing 'my song' every single time that they see me.
Chris: That must be awkward.
Angie: Yup. Especially when it is a random co-worker or even better my dad's Associate Dean.
Chris: Ha!
Angie: I'll know when it's the right guy for me when I find him standing outside my window, dressed in a trench coat, holding a boom box over his head, playing My Song.
Chris: Awesome--Love the reference! Love the song!
Perfect End
I must say that Paper Planes by MIA is the perfect song for the end of a perfect workout.
Love it.
Love it.
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