Citrine

I am in a singing group called Citrine and we performed over the weekend at an awards show in St. George. It was really fun! We are all girls and so it was a girls weekend to the max. There were about 12 of us (maybe more?) all in a condo- without husbands or kids or boyfriends. Just girls. What a great group I belong to. We sang and it was so much fun. The first time we performed a few months ago, we didn't get a chance to sound check and no one could really hear the choir. This time around they really knew what they were doing and we sounded amazing. There is something about singing with people that really know what they are doing. I love it! Here are some pictures of us being silly.

40 years

My parent's had their 40th wedding anniversary on march 24th. For their anniversary I decided to invite my dad's brother and his wife and my mom's sister and her husband out for a weekend to celebrate. None of them had spent much time in Utah and so it was an interesting time. It was wonderful. Also my special friend from out of town, Joey, came out to be my date. We went to the New Yorker for the anniversary dinner and went back to my house afterwards to eat cake and sing songs. We also went to the tabernacle on Sunday morning for Music and the spoken word. All in all it couldn't have gone better. It was a wonderful weekend. Here are some pictures.









I love my family.

4am, really?

So early this morning (4am) I was awakened by the ringing of my cell phone. Since I rarely receive phone calls at 4am, I thought maybe it was an emergency or something, so I answered it. I was pretty out of it, but a song began to play- I was really confused. I can't remember the song, I want to say it was Ace of Base or something as equally awesome, but I honestly can't remember. At the end of the song a computer voice said something like "You have been prank called from prankcalls.com, haha". I may have gotten the message wrong, but you get it. So someone out there set up this ridiculous prank call, AT 4 AM!!!!! Just admit it, who did it? I must know- and please don't do it again or at least make it a memorable song the next time.

The date is getting closer.

You may remember this (I hope you do). Here is just a little added something that would be nice. Tickets go on sale Saturday at 10. Ben Gibbard was my boyfriend last year on my birthday so why not rekindle the romance this year, right?

You may say I'm a dreamer . . .

I am a dreamer. A big dreamer, I always have been. Not only do I have crazy dreams at night (seriously crazy sometimes) but I am also quite the day dreamer. I am constantly building up insane scenarios in my head about how my life is going to turn out. The thing I have discovered about being a dreamer is that dreamers tend to have massive disappointments in their lives. The reason for this, I believe, is because dreamers begin to believe their ridiculous day dreams and when they don't pan out? BAM! Disappointment. So I try to go the other way, super low expectations- that should work, right? Nah, even then, the little things that are bound to happen never end up the way that I truly believe they should. I think the dreamer in me has gotten very frightened over the past few years. Maybe it's being cautious or maybe it's the beginning signs of bitterness (wow I sure hope not), but I am far less likely to find myself staring off into the distance imagining the prince that will ride up on the white horse or what I will do with the massive amounts of money I am left from a rich great aunt I never knew or for being discovered on the street as the next big thing. It kinda makes me sad really. I have always loved the movies/books/stories where the main character ends up in another mystical amazing world that was created from their own imagination. The truth is- that world doesn't exist- even in the story. It's just made up and never as cool as imagined.

This week I was at a party in a mansion (seriously) and I was told there was a secret passageway in the library. For a second, I was so excited I couldn't hardly wait to see where this secret passage would lead. My mind raced and thought of all the amazing places it could or should go. When I discovered it just led to a crawl space full of camping gear, I cannot even begin to describe my disappointment. Being a dreamer equals mega let down, every time.

What the?

So tonight I went to a friend's house who is recovering from surgery. Upon our arrival she was quite out of it. We decided that subway sandwiches would be the answer (sometimes they are, no matter the question). After some effort on our part, we were able to determine what our drugged up recoveree wanted. So off to Subway it was. I knew there was one close, but I did not know what an ordeal a simple trek to Subway would become. As we head to get our sandwiches I can see the sign beckoning to us (it was beckoning because I had only had a glass of chocolate milk all day and was STARVING- don't judge- I get busy). The sign was in fact there ,the building, however, had been leveled. No subway. On to the next one- it can't be that far, right? Well it can, and was that far. I know there has to be one coming up and sure enough I see the yellow and green Subway sign as a beacon in the night. We park, jump out of the car and as we approach the door there is a sign and hand written at that. It says "We appreciate our patrons but regret to inform you that Subway will be closed for the rest of the night due to lack of bread." Lack of bread? Seriously? I know what you are thinking, why not go to a different food establishment? Well, I did not want to bother my poor friend who barely had the energy or the coherence to tell me what she wanted the first time. So Subway it must be! We travel further down the road. I knew there had to be another Subway in close proximity. We finally arrive at our third and final Subway (thank goodness) to discover that they were still standing as well as stocked with bread, no italian herbs and cheese though but at that point I didn't care. Finally success! We ate sandwiches and watched Garden State. That's a Friday night in the life of Angie- jealous?

Cherokee Tacos

We met for our second book club meeting where we discussed "The Education of Little Tree" by Forrest Carter. I have to be honest, the first couple of chapters didn't really peak my interest and so I wasn't looking forward to the rest of the book. However, I forced myself to continue and I ended up really liking it. It was a sweet story about a young boy and his grandfather teaching him the "Cherokee Way". I would recommend it if you would like a quick yet enriching read. Funny thing is, it's supposed to be an autobiography- except that it was found out later that the author wasn't actually Cherokee or an orphan raised by his grandparents. He was actually a white supremacist who wrote for politicians against desegregation. I opted out of reading about the author before I read the book because ignorance is bliss. I would like to think that this book was his form of atonement for his shady racist past- but who knows? It was a good book none the less.

I still believe in the Easter bunny

And that he lays eggs and hides them and all that. It just makes sense, doesn't it? A bunny, laying eggs . . . hmm. Ok, so I don't "believe" anymore, but I did believe in Santa until I was 12. Call me gullible, but I couldn't imagine how my parents could possibly set up a pin ball machine in one night- it was totally Santa. Anyway, back to Easter.


I stayed the night with my parents on Saturday night because my mother wanted to dye eggs. It was cute, just her and me, dying eggs as we watched Across the Universe. She totally fell asleep as I watched the adorable British boys turn every Beatles song into what sounded like Coldplay (and I loved every minute of it). My mom snored on the couch and occasionally woke up to say something that didn't make any sense.

I then stayed up talking to my dad until 4am. I love it when that happens- we talked about everything from the temple to boys to laser hair removal. It was quite the talk. Easter Sunday was nice. My whole family went to church together, followed by dinner, a near overdose of RLS medication (it was a mistake), a 3 hour nap and then 3 hours of Deal or No Deal. The night ended with me driving home, still incredibly drugged (again it was accidental) and fearing being pulled over for a DUI. Starting my own traditions may be dangerous, next Easter NO DRUGS and that's a promise.

Blog Stalker

So, I have a set of blogs of which I check regularly and when I say regularly, I mean like 3 or 4 times a day. It's like Christmas or something when one of my favorite blogs has a new post. I get really anxious when I can't be at my computer all day and have to wait until I get home to read my "stories". All of the blogs I have linked here on the right are just a part of the ones I check everyday. I have a whole slew of blogs I have bookmarked that I have found through other friends or have just stumbled upon and are interesting and fun to read. These people (for the most part) have no idea that I read about their lives on a daily basis. I feel kinda like a blog stalker in that way- not in a creepy sense. I just enjoy reading about what other people have to say. I also get super annoyed when my favorite blogs aren't updated regularly- it's like when the writers strike happened and The Office was put on hold. I find myself worrying about what is happening to Michael or Jim or Pam and look forward to when I will know again. Same with the blogs. Patience never really was a characteristic of mine.

I have no idea if I have any blog stalkers. I'd like to think that I do. That somewhere out there, someone is interested in what I have to say or in what stupid thing I decide to write about. To them, if there are any of you out there, I am sorry that it has been 15 days since my last post. I promise to do better and to be more consistent. I have been sick/busy/unimaginative for the past couple weeks and just didn't know what to write. Call it writer's block, I guess. But the blog WILL continue- the stories must go on.

To get a dose of Angie everyday try here (it is far less exciting though).

Countdown to the end . . .

. . . of my twenties. Ok, sorry to be so dramatic, but I wanted to grab your attention. This post is extremely important. I turn 30 in exactly 80 days. This may not seem like a big deal but most people my age have already had some sort of big event- be it a wedding or a baby- where they have registered for amazing gifts and received them. Well, since I have had neither - I am posting a 30th birthday wish list or register, if you will.

This way, no one can say that they didn't know what to get me. I'm telling you right now. In case you were stumped or simply didn't know you were required to get me SOMETHING. I only turn 30 once after all.

Here we go, in no particular order:

1.Money- who doesn't want money? And I figure I shouldn't stop asking for it. Who cares if it's rude or uncouth to ask for money? At least I'm not begging on the street corner. This way I can spend it on things that I really want- like laser hair removal (I am planning to be hair free by 31) or paying off my credit card (hair free AND debt free).

2.Gerbera Daisies- I love them. All sorts of colors.

3.This chair. I think it would look great in my room and I want to read a book in it.

4.Your favorite book. I love to read and if everyone I know gave me their favorite book, I would have quite an amazing collection to choose from and most likely they would be amazing books.

5.A silver locket. I am fascinated by them lately. They just seem so romantic. I like this one and especially this one. I promise to whoever got me one, I would put your picture inside- at least for a little while.

6.A super fun dance party. No explanation required.

7.Music mixes. But really unique ones. I love them.

8.A thoughtful surprise. Now this would be hard to do- a surprise is easy, but a thoughtful one would take some effort.

9.Concert tickets, plane tickets, movie tickets. Basically any ticket that I would probably have to buy myself, and would.

So, do I sound greedy? I am not saying that any of these things have to happen. I just wanted the cyber world to know, just in case. Just in case.