Baking with a Purpose

Last Fall I started baking as a way to deal with some stuff and to keep my mind occupied and basically never stopped. It really helps me to feel better about myself and life and shiz. Recently I've decided to begin naming the desserts based on the reasons for them.

Pology Cookies

Redemption Cupcakes

What in the Hell Pie

Good thing that although I love to bake I REALLY love to share because let's be honest I mess up a lot and could probably make Pology Cookies at least once a week.

Really hope I don't have to make that pie again anytime soon.

Hi, my name is Angie and I'd like to bear my testimony.

Take your jaws off the floor I'm talking about my DVR.

I LOVE it. My friend Brenda has nicknamed hers Drake.

Mine doesn't have a name but I still love him.

I love that I never or nearly never have to think about

when something is on. I watch when I want

how many times I want (Big Bang Theory)

and never have to sit and surf to find

something lame to watch.

Tonight here I am sitting on my sofa, watching the Emmys

and fast forwarding through all the dumb stuff.

Love.

Love.

Love.

Big Fat Butt and the Bike

Thanks to the fact that I fracked up my left foot (more later) I've been lacking on my workouts this week and needed to go out today. I really can't run and can barely walk so I thought...hmmm...next best thing...my bike. So, this morning I bought a bike pump and decided that I would try to ride over to Bob and Shauna's for dinner. I was a little bit worried that I'd need to call for a rescue ride but it all went well--that is with the slight exception of when my phone slipped out of my pocket somewhere on 400 North and I had to double back to find it. Thankfully, no one drove over it and it still works. This phone and I have had some minor setbacks but I think overall my phone still loves me.

Thanks to JT's Sex, Love and Magic, I did make it to Bob and Shauna's AND even had the energy to RIDE home. Originally, my plan was to beg someone to take me home but I did it and I got home before dark! Wahoo.

MASH Boyfriend Sighting

Friday night after work I ran by The Wal-Marts to pick up a few things for the weekend. While I was walking up the frozen food isle I saw someone and he looked a little familiar so I probably starred for a few seconds more than is appropriate but eventually it hit me who it was and I grinned like an idiot as I skipped up the isle texting Red Headed Chrissy.

Ang: I'm literally standing next to your MASH boyfriend!!!!
RHC: Kiss him hard for me. LOL.
Ang: Ha!!
RHC: Are you in martial arts class?
Ang: I'm at the Wal-Marts. Pretty sure that breaks the code.
Ang: He's with his mommy and daddy.
RHC: Poor Guy.
Ang: Hot Friday night.

In the nerd's defense I was also at the Wal-Marts on a Friday night but I was there sans parents. Also, the only reason I recognized him was because on Monday night when RHC and I were at dinner we were talking about how one of our other friends had just had a sighting of him. Ahhhhhhhh, the days of fun times and "MASH Boyfriends". Good times.

Love / Hate

Love vs. Hate.

I have a Love vs. Hate relationship with Target. It is convenient and for the most part they have much cuter things than that other discount store that is geographically closer to my house. Target is more convenient than the other place not because it is closer but because it isn't as big and I can get in and out faster. Yesterday I was there buying a gift for a house warming party and walked by the DVD's. I was in too big of a hurry to have the debate in my head of if it was REALLY worth it to buy the three things I wanted and if I REALLY would watch them so I didn't buy them.

Today they are more expensive. It wasn't a week ago. It was YESTERDAY!

Yesterday, yes, yesterday item one was $23. Today = $34.99.
Yesterday, item two was $34.99 and today = $49.99.
I don't remember how much item three was but now it is $40ish and I'm bugged!

Grrrrr!

Andy: Michael, am I gay?

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

I heart Paul

I heart Paul. He's the BEST Brother-in-Law in the entire world. Yesterday he came to my work to change the brake light in my car. When I mentioned it to Bob and how much I love Paul, Bob says, "You have some incredible brothers, too". I scowled and then he said, "Oh well, they probably wouldn't go to your work and help you with your car..." Um Yeah. Paul rules ALL!

P.S. I don't heart Paul in a creepy inappropriate way.

Iceland Revisited

Okay, so apparently a bunch of you think that Volcano Angie is about to erupt and burn up the UC. I've had a couple of really bad weeks at work but I'm not about to lose it. The whole Iceland thing started because one of my friends mentioned that I never write about anything personal.

There are two basic reasons for this:

A) Blog Stalkers--I don't really understand this phenomenon but after talking to some of you who are more normal than me it seems as if people like to stalk others blogs. I barely have the time to read the blogs of my people so I can't imagine reading blogs of people who I don't like. It totally baffles me that people who vocally hate me enjoy reading my blog.

B) I'm private and it's hard for me let people in. It's incredibly difficult for me to be vulnerable and open because I've been burned nearly every time I've let someone see the real me.



When I wrote the Iceland post I was trying to get personal and to put a little of myself out there. No, TMM you are not the one who crushed me by telling me that I'm hard to get to know and that the casual observer finds me cold, unfeeling and untouchable. Although I do know that we've had a similar discussion. So, when I say that I'm ICELAND: cool to the touch but underneath pure volcano, I mean that I am a little bit country and a little bit rock-n-roll. No, really, I mean that it might be difficult to get to know me but when you do I'm incredibly passionate. I love the people I love with all my heart and it also probably means that if I don't love you I might be really passionate about how much I don't love you--the Bish and his little minions are the perfect example of that. If I love you I'd do anything for you. If I don't love you I might get excited by torturing you--a new side of my personality I've recently discovered with regard to Pony Boy. I like being Iceland. I feel as if I've made a huge leap into true self-discovery and it makes me happy.

Ugh, Lettuce

Know what I hate? I hate that it is 9:25 p.m., I'm not hungry and yet I'm stuffing a serving of lettuce in my face so that I can eat one last damn vegetable for the day.

I love the Wellness Program.

Peach Paradise?

My go-to treat generally resides in the baked-good family. I'm all about the really good cookie or slice of cake. A lot of people like ice cream. Ice cream is good but for me it really depends on the options. If my options are an Angie Crack Cookie or ice cream I'm going to choose the cookie. If my choices are a sugar cookie from Kneaders or ice cream then I'm going to choose the ice cream. For one of my colleagues, who for now shall remain nameless, ice cream is a religious experience. The other day he stood in the door way of my office with a look on his face that I can only describe as pure bliss and we had the following conversation:

Nameless: Millet, I just had an experience that can only be likened to the first time that Edward bit Bella's neck.
Ang: *giggle* What did you consume?
Nameless: (Deep sigh) The peach shake from Taco Amigo.
Ang: Really?
Nameless: Yes. It was the most amazing experience. You need to go over there and get one.
Ang: Hmmm. Maybe tonight after Luke's game.

Anyway, I went Friday night and got a shake but wasn't in the mood so I put it in the freezer. Note to world...you can't re-freeze those things...they don't un-thaw well. I ended up throwing it away. Then, the other night I was laying in bed at 8 p.m. and all of the sudden got the huge craving for the peach shake. So, I got up, got 1/2 dressed and ran over to the Amigo. I paid $5 for the shake and have the following review: the shake is good. Its really good but it isn't worth the money--especially since it can't be re-frozen and I can only eat about a third of it. So, basically unless I'm sharing I'm definitely done with the peach shakes for the season. They are yummy...the peaches are delicious but for me not so much a religious experience!

I'm Iceland

About a month ago someone I trust implicitly mentioned that I might come across as cold and closed off and unfeeling to the casual observer. To say the least this put me in a bit of a funk because it just isn't true. Or, maybe it put me in a funk because it is true and I didn't want to hear it.

Tonight I heard something and I think it accurately describes me: I'm Iceland--cool to the touch but underneath pure volcano! I think I'm okay with this.