Okay, so my name is Angela but only three humans on earth can get away with calling me that - my brother Jeff, Shannen's dad Phil and my mom's friend Janet. It is a perfectly acceptable name but it just isn't me. It never really has been me. One day when Perfect was really little my mom overheard her telling her best friend Angela, "When you grow up and are cool like my big sister your name will be Angie". My formal name is Angie. That's what I go by professionally, it's how I introduce myself and it is my name. Over time as things naturally happen it has been shortened to Ang and I love that name and I love it when people I care about call me Ang. My family and friends call me Ang - I'm quite certain that my nephew Zack thinks my legal name is Ang and I love it but man oh man when people I loathe with the fire of a thousands suns call me Ang every single hair on the back of my neck stands up and I physically cringe. I was just walking down the hall at work and ran into 2.0 and Sherbert who both cheerily said, "Hi, Ang!" Ugh. Why is this such a big deal for me? Why does the bile from my stomach start to go to my mouth? I have got to get over this. Right? Nah, a little rage is a good thing and reminds me that I'm actually still breathing.
Til the end of time I will love the poster that Kacee made for my 38th Birthday Party - How long have you known Ang? And yes, if you've been invited to the party you are allowed to call her that.
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I'm thankful that I was invited to your birthday party and that I can call you Ang. :)
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