Thursday, August 30, 2007

Guilty Pleasures and other things I'm Obsessed with

Bacon egg and cheese bicuits
Why are they so delicious?

Justin TimberlakeHis songs make me dance, especially in my car AND I kinda want to kiss him, yet I would never buy his music or put a poster of him on my ceiling over my bed (maybe).

Robot Chicken

I actually don't feel guilty about this at all. It's hilarious.

NPR- I can't get enough. 88.3 KCPW, I find it so interesting. I especially like this show:

It's called "Fair Game with Faith Salie" get the podcast here.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Summer's over? Keep it in your heart

Tonight was the last of the twilight concert series. Calexico and the French Kicks performed- both were awesome. It was so much fun. I had seen Calexico perform once before, they opened for Iron and Wine and I loved them then. I also love them now. Mariachi meets a little rock and roll and it makes my heart happy. I was so excited to see them again that I went to the "Lunch Bunch" today with the kids I work with and put my blanket down at 1pm to secure a spot (we normally go on Mondays). I actually didn't get a chance to put my blanket down because I had to leave, but this really nice guy put my blanket down for me. At the end of the night tonight, the guy came up to me and said that I owed him a kiss for putting my blanket down- he was very drunk and I was very appreciative- so I kissed him twice . . . on the cheek of course. Thanks Greg! Here are some pictures of tonight's festivities.

This is me and Sarah, not sure what we are doing. You can see the guy I kissed in the background. Chris and Aliah. Did you know Aliah is a professional model now? Ask her about it. Oh, I am a model too. . . totally.

Me and Brad- pausing briefly from dancing like crazies. Sarah is still dancing like a crazy in the background.

Calexico. I am kinda in love with the trumpet/maraca player.

There is ALWAYS an after party. This one happened to be at Alberto's and involved a chicken chimichanga.

But my favorite thing of all was very early in the night. There was a man dancing and dancing and dancing. I was able to catch him briefly on video. I wish he had come and danced by me- I would have danced with him- I really would have. It turns out he is a rocket scientist up at the U or something. I love to watch people dance. It made my whole night.

I didn't even get a video of his best moves, but you get the idea. Tonight was a good night.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Rollercoaster of love

I went to Lagoon today. I spent 29.99 plus tax and 7 dollars on parking, wandered a mediocre amusement park for 11 hours with two twelve year olds and a fourteen year old, was moderately to severely sunburned, almost poked my eye out with a tree branch that attacked me from nowhere (seriously, it was so close to my eye it's scary) and had a total blast.

If you want to do something that is both rewarding and fun, become a big brother or big sister. I seriously love it. I have been with my "little" for over a year and I just can't really imagine life without her. I thought that I would be helping her and changing her life, but it totally goes both ways.

I used to love amusement parks. I would get so excited I couldn't hardly stand it and it makes me sad that I just don't get excited anymore. It seems to be the same with other things in life, like Christmas or summertime or the first day of school. My parents told me that the things you enjoyed as a child become exciting when you see them through the eyes of your children. I don't have children, but I understood a little about what they were talking about today. To see Whitney so excited made me so excited. It was great. She was so enthusiastic about every ride and just happy to be there, which made me so happy to be there.

The new roller coaster Wicked was really fun too. It shoots you straight up and then straight down- it's quite a thrill.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Babe the big blue Bike

As I went on a long ride last night I thought of this song. I sang it all day today, because I really did want to ride my bike.

Monday, August 13, 2007

"Now... no more shenanigans, no more tomfoolery, no more ballyhoo."

I give up. No seriously, I do. Sometimes I try and sometimes I don't and when I don't, I still have fun, but I don't get hurt. So back to the old Angie. The fun time Angie. The seven guys at a time Angie that cares about no one or their feelings and especially doesn't care about her own.

Ok, so maybe that is a little dramatic. But I just don't want to do it anymore. Guys are confusing, I don't get them and I can't pretend to be able to understand why they do things and why they don't.

From the immortal words of Paula Abdul:

"I've been a fool before
Wouldn't like to get my love caught
In the slammin' door
Are you more than hot for me
Or am I a page in your history-book
I don't mean to make demands
But the word and the deed go hand in hand
How about some information--please"

A little "straight up" information would be helpful. I will be a fool no mo'.

And I am going to start dressing like this

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Mowing lawns

I have a stressful job. I knew it was going to be stressful when I started studying social work in school. I knew that I would struggle with "taking it home" with me. I knew that sometimes I would cry over the awful things I'd see. I knew all this, but I did it anyway. Some days are great. Some days are rewarding and fulfilling. Some days I feel like I am making a difference and there is hope and things will be better for whoever I am working with. Some days aren't like that at all. Some days are filled with heartache and sorrow- it's hardly ever mine, but I feel it just the same. It's hard to hear that a teenage girl you are working with is pregnant or that someone you are helping gets evicted and has no where to go. It's hard to go home at night and live my easy little life when I know the problems I am walking away from are not going away for the other person.

Sometimes I dream about my work. I worry about it in my sleep. I have a confession, when I look out the window and I see someone mowing a lawn for a living- I am so jealous. Now I am sure that being a lawn mower has it's stresses and that I would hate many things about the job, but one thing I do know is that once a patch of grass is mowed, the lawn mower doesn't think about that patch until they are mowing it again. They don't dream about that patch of grass or worry whether or not it is going to be ok. They don't shed tears over that patch of grass. That is what I envy.

I wouldn't change my career. I am far too invested. I just struggle sometimes. I complain about my life or the things that I lack or desire that I don't have, but I have a good life. I have a family that is functional and loving (most days). I have money to pay my bills. I have food to eat and clean clothes to wear. I have appropriate social skills and I can take care of myself. I have the gospel and I understand why that is so important.

I would probably be a terrible lawn mower anyway.

Stalkers and Stardust

OK. So I have some advice for all of you out there. Don't give your phone number to strangers, especially at Walmart. It just isn't smart. I am 29 and it is a lesson I had to learn the hard way. A lot of F words and a police report later, things are now ok. I am going back to boycotting Walmart. Before it was because I thought it was a terrible establishment due to their hostel take over of our country, I am adding stalkers to the list of awful things that come out of Walmart.

Second piece of advice, Go and see the movie "Stardust". I saw the sneak preview a couple of weeks ago and I loved it. I am going to see it tomorrow night (opening night) again. I could have walked out of the theater and walked right back in to see it a second time, that was how good it was. It could have been that I was on a date with my very best friend which made it so good, but I think the movie had something to do with it.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

I can now rest

I just finished Harry Potter and I feel as though I can now have my life back.

It was really good.

Now all I want to do is eat Brownies and Ice Cream, but I have neither.

Thursday, August 2, 2007


I am an insomniac. I haven't slept well the past few nights, so I thought that I would fall right to sleep tonight. No luck, here I sit watching TV. Oprah is on at 12:30 and I watch it sometimes in the middle of the night. There is something about Oprah that I love. I know that seems ridiculous, but it's true. I have a tendency to cry sometimes watching it. I think that I am overly tired, but the Oprah I just watched made me cry. It was about heroes in people's lives. A girl saved her mom from a bear attack, a guy saved a stranger from a car sinking in a pond and at the end, Oprah had an entire marine regiment that just got back from Iraq. She had their families there to surprise them. Little kids, wives, etc. It was so touching. It reminded me of when my dear brother returned from Iraq last August. He had been gone for over a year and I worried about him every day he was gone. I am not a big fan of the war, but I am a big fan of our troops and especially my brother.

Tommy has always been my playmate, my rival, my body guard, my oldest friend and I love him dearly.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

I kinda wish it had been Bryan Adams

It was mediocre at best. The Ryan Adams show I mean. I think my friend Dainon explains it best here.

I was feeling tired and annoyed before I ever went to the concert last night and I even debated not going. It wasn't a total waste of an evening, but I have had better. Here are some pictures I took before my camera died.

Isn't Sarah pretty in this picture?

We had a lovely dinner of hummus and snap peas, red vines and peach rings. If dancing had actually been involved I could have vomited, but I just curled up in a ball for most of the show. People seemed to be loving Ryan by the end of it and I was slightly confused. Were we at the same concert? He was consistent and BORING and then I realized, most people were on their third bottle of wine. If Ryan Adams isn't going to drink anymore, his fans really should.