Sunday, September 26, 2010
One of my quirky Angie things is that I am constantly writing myself
notes and making lists of silly things. I've done this for years and
years. Here's one I came across while I was desperately trying to find
something to entertain myself with after 2 hours on this airplane.
In no particular order...
1. Baby Got Back - Sir Mix A Lot
2. Islands in the Stream - Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers
3. ABC - The Jackson 5
4. Dumas Walker - Kentucky Headhunters
5. Girlfriend - Avril Lavigne
6. Fly With Me - Jonas Brothers
7. Sexyback - Justin Timberlake
8. Party in the USA - Miley Cyrus
9. Spice Up Your Life - Spice Girls
If I was riding in a car with people I'm not completely open with (ie
work people) I would frantically forward past all these songs, or if
one of these songs comes up on my iPod while I'm sitting next to a
stranger on a plane, I black the screen out. But secretly, I love
these songs and I am totally rocking out to them on the inside.
Don't even pretend like you don't like them, too.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Someone just cut off my right arm. Again. I went through this once before, but it happened right as I was going on vacation. This time I have work to do and stores to visit. I overnighted my precious laptop to some brainy people who promised to fix her for me, but I don't know when she'll return. I'm just walking in circles, not sure what to do with myself. My fingers hate being idle. Maybe I'll take up knitting again? Or sculpting. Or taxidermy.
Monday, September 6, 2010
I really thought if I made it myself I could overcome my ridiculous mental aversion to it. And it started out just fine. First off, I cooked the onions with all the spices. I think the smell of onions cooking is scrumptious!
And then the ground hamburger. I used to eat it raw as a child. Sorry if that sounds gross, but it's something my Dad did and it really is delicious. Back then we knew exactly where our beef was coming from so it wasn't really that dangerous, now I wouldn't dare, even though I was tempted. Not to mention Jim would literally go into some sort of Howard Hughes breakdown if I did.
Here's where things started getting a little sketchy. I was okay with the different components, but once I put it all together, I wasn't feeling so positive anymore.
At this point I kind of went crazy and started laughing. As I was forming the loaf shape of my nemesis, I was grossed out and nervous and maybe on the verge of gagging so I started laughing instead.
But I cooked it and tried it. I ate a bite and hated it, then Jim made me take one more bite.
Then I threw it away and ate an entire plate of mashed potatoes and gravy and vowed to never, ever try meatloaf again as long as I live.
Number 7 - done.
Friday, September 3, 2010
And since everyone knows your birthday comes with a free pass to do all those little things you wouldn't normally allow yourself to do, I just ate five pieces of pizza and three chocolate cupcakes. Really.
So, this is what I imagine I will look like at 33 1/2.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
After we got back home from our little roadtrip, me, mom and Abbey went to a movie then to the mall for some more photobooth fun.