All The Little Things

Big things are awesome but they are also more rare. I've decided that generally it is the little things that matter most. For instance this week was pretty rough -- work is tense and life in general is very complicated. More complicated than it's been in a really long time but do you know what helped me cope and get through it (I feel as if I'm through it since it is 4:24 on Friday)?

*Private message from someone I don't even know telling me that he loves my hair cut in my profile picture and that "it really works for you".

*Private message from a friend that I only know on-line asking if I was okay after I posted that I hadn't slept in three days. And he checked on me a couple days later to see if I was sleeping and feeling better. So awesome!

*The other day I came home and my phone buzzed with a text from my adorable teenage landlord saying, 'You look way cute today :) just thought I'd tell you'.

*The sweet sales girl at the local boutique who complimented my earrings.

*Awesome friends. You know who you are.

**There you go the Code to Ang has been cracked -- I'm eeeeeeeeeeeasy and compliments and kindness work miracles.

Men! Really, What Are They Really Thinking?

Seinfeld: We like women. We want women. But that's pretty much as far as we've thought.

Grrr!

My Name is ...

 

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.

Zip This!

Hi, my name is Angie and I'm terrified of heights. I get weirded out every single afternoon at 4:55 when I have to climb on a chair to turn the fountain off at work. That's how afraid. Several months ago in a moment of strength I bought a Groupon for MAX Zipline in Provo Canyon and last Saturday Marcel and I redeemed the coupon.

Here we are right before the tour starts with the beautiful mountains in the background. Yes, I have a really weird look on my face but that's because two seconds earlier Marcel was doing something pornographic with his line brake. I was super excited for the adventure but also very scared. However, our two tour guides were super chill and funny and after I stepped off that first ledge I was completely fine. It was the most fun I've had in ages. It was exciting and so much fun! I can't wait to go back.

Baaaa!

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

First and foremost I must say that I hate being a sheep and am occasionally *translate often* bugged by the sheepy / trendy things that I've done in my life.

Second and secondmost *I think I made up that word* I did have a first generation iPhone and we had issues. Constant issues. It was even stolen in NYC and returned to me but still when it died I was totally happy getting a different smart phone.

Third and thirdmost *totally made up* I hate being with a group of people who instead of talking, watching the movie, partying, etc are all sitting and playing with their phones. I HATE it. I know sometimes you need to take a call or check a message but no one that I spend time with regularly is a heart surgeon or President of the United States so it is hurtful to me when it happens.

Fourth and fourthmost, I was intending to wait until the new version was released but last week my phone started cycling over and over and turning itself on and off and so I knew I had to get a new phone immediately and so like all good sheep I caved and bought the iPhone 4s. I wanted to be indifferent. I wanted to not care about this new contraption and just be chill about the fact that I have it but I can't. Why you ask?

BECAUSE IT IS THE

COOLEST THING EVER.

It is so awesome and I love it to death. I've only had it for four days and I still feel this way. Last night I discovered that 5 Guys has "an app for that" and grabbed my phone to download it but then realized I really don't need that. Oh hell, can you imagine?

Yeah I kinda hate myself but whatevs. It is what it is and it is freaking awesome! That's all.

Really?

Dear Universe,

Why all of the sudden am I getting E-mails from BYU Athletics? Like really? There's not two words less appealing to me. Maybe serial killer but that's about it.

Please stop.

Ang

Is it a Date?

Actual conversation I had today with one of my very best friends:

BND: What's your plan for the weekend?
Ang: Ziplining.
BND: Oh yeah, is that a date?
Ang: What?
BND: Is it a date?
Ang: He's a 27 year old Mormon boy. You do the math.
BND: But he's a boy.
Ang: Oy! You know how you are like my big brother? He's the little brother I never had (even though I have four -- I even said that).

So funny that this isn't the first time I've had this conversation about me and Marcel. Apparently, Harry was right and men and women cannot be friends. Bummer cause he's one of my besties.