Monthly Archives: July 2014

Signs it is time to clean your house

Found something the other day (actually my husband did) that was horrifying yet oddly hypnotizing but altogether a good reminder that I really, Really, REALLY need to clean out the clutter.





I actually own not one, not two, BUT three seasons of Newlyweds Nick & Jessica on DVD.  So shameful.  Though I will probably watch the DVDs one last time before they end up right where their marriage did…in the dump (just kidding Mom, I will so take them to Goodwill…but saying Goodwill didn’t really work for my mediocre joke).

Thanks for reading and let me know what the most embarrassing DVDs you own are (besides porn).


Louis C.K., take it away…

Today’s blog was going to be me ranting about my hatred of cell phones and how we have an absolute dependency on them but plans changed.

Louis C.K. feels the same way and says it in a far more concise and clever manner. Take it away Louis!

That about sums it up.  Definitely need to work on letting the “forever empty” happen to me instead of grabbing for that cell phone.

Thanks for reading and watching!


Yogag Me

Had a rough weekend. It was fun, but rough.  Drank way more than I should have. My body feels awful so starting today I am back off the booze.

ba65dbbb742b0f6a88bd1229580967a1Decided to start my week off right with some yoga. Proud of myself for going but I had the worst (I know this is tmi) gas ever. The kind that you can’t stop from seeping out. The quiet but deadly kind. My apologies to the woman who made the unfortunate decision to place her mat behind me.

I also felt nauseous through the entire class. The “I can’t put my head down to do downward dog because I am going to not only be the girl with farting throughout the class but also the girl who loses her lunch all over this mat” kind of nausea. Ugh. It was very evident I was sweating out the weekend’s liquid mistakes.

But at least I made it to yoga.  I felt like crap, but I went.


Sunday Quotes: Passion

So this is officially my 100th blog post!!!!! I am a born communicator and have always loved talking, singing, acting and one of my first loves has always been writing. Keeping journals and writing poetry and short stories is something that I have done since I was a kid. Starting this blog 100 posts ago has really reawakened my love of writing and it has become a true passion of mine. Here are some Sunday quotes to remind myself that having passion in this life is pretty darn special!

Enjoy your Sunday evening and go do something you are passionate about!


Meal Planning

fridge_cleaningWhile cleaning out the fridge this week (I know I lead an exciting life, be jealous) probably about $50.00 worth of groceries were thrown out.  It makes me sick that so much of our food goes bad because when we go grocery shopping we never have a plan.  A few items are scribbled on a list, but when it comes to dinner each week, it is improvised every night.  This results in grabbing fast food, going out to eat, and throwing away way  a lot of spoiled food.  The result all around:  We are wasting too much money.

So P and I are tired of failing to plan and planning to fail.  We want to come home after a long day of work and enjoy a healthy home cooked meal every night.  So we are actually going to plan out our meals for the week and are going grocery shopping today with a list.  Wish us luck.

Here are a few youtube videos I watched to get some inspiration for our shopping trip:

(the elevator music in this video is horrible, but she has some really good tips for meal planning)

(this video has no bad music and has great ideas for some healthy meals)

If you are a planner like these ladies and have any tips let me know!

On to the grocery store!


For Those In Need Of A Pep Talk

Hey you! Yes, you!  I am most definitely directing this post to you or anyone you know who needs a good pep talk (…or pep read…or pep words…oh, who the hell knows).

Go look in the mirror.


I will wait for you.

Take a  few minutes of mirror time and examine yourself intently…

You didn’t take the time to go find a mirror, did you? Damn. This pep talk will only work if you go find a mirror and stare at yourself first BUT I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do so I guess I will have to start anyway, so here it goes (Disclaimer:  the following post may be deemed corny or cheesy by some standards.  Reader discretion is advised):

You are a beautiful and unique individual who has a gift to offer this world. Do you know what that is? If you do, you are one of the fortunate ones. If you don’t, then you have some exploring to do and everyone loves a good adventure! Identify what you are good at and what you have a gravitational pull towards. You will probably find your gift along the way.

Be kind to yourself. We are all our harshest critics and though there is no shame in being self-aware, we have to remember to be our biggest fans as well. Life is too short to be spending 100 percent of your life with a person you are not in love with (just don’t take it to the level that Narcissus did). Remind yourself of not only your accomplishments but also your utter and complete failures. Failure is how our egos get bruised but how our spirit gets stronger.

Be kind to others. Everyone has baggage. Everyone. Some people deal with it better than others. Some don’t. These are the people who need kindness the most. They lash out because they are hurting and they don’t know any other way to deal with it except to hurt others.  A smile or even just a small compliment may make all of the difference to them. If your kindness still doesn’t help, wipe your hands of the situation and know that you did what you could. After all, some people are just dicks.

Love the skin you are in and wear it well. Everyone has flaws or various physical traits that they would change. Especially us women! Know that this is your suit. It is the only skin you are going to wear for the rest of your life so you better get comfortable in it. Own every imperfection on your body. It is what makes you unique and quite beautiful. Scars and stretch marks are the physical reminders of what our bodies have been through. Your body tells a story that you had a hand in writing. Remember that and cherish it.

In this life we have ups, downs, and plateaus.

If you are currently experiencing an “up” phase, savor this time. Enjoy every second and breathe it all in. Preserve it and take more pictures than you know what to do with.

The same goes for those experiencing a plateau, unless it is the “I’m not doing anything with my life” plateau, then you need to change it up. So change it! Do you want to know something else that is incredible about you? You are in the driver’s seat of your own life. You get to decide when to step on the brakes or the gas. When to go left, right or to keep going straight ahead. That is all up to you.

Now, if you are finding yourself in a down and dark moment of your life, I’m so sorry. I call them life’s bitch slaps. You don’t see them coming and they hurt like hell. There are no words that anyone can say to make the hurt lessen or your heart to unbreak. You have to go through it to come out the other side and that is just the way it goes. Just remember, the difficult times are what defines you as a person. You get stronger in all aspects when go through rough times and it will  make you appreciate those “up” phases so much more.

Lastly, focus on today. Forgive and let go of whatever has a hold on you from the past and surrender any worry you have about the future. Today is the only day that is guaranteed to happen, so keep striving to be the best version of yourself.

Thanks for reading this pep talk. I needed that!

Feel free to share this post with anyone who may need to read it. Lord knows we all need a good pep talk from time to time.


Not A Good Hump

Yesterday was Wednesday. Hump day. I was one hot mess in distress.

I’m getting ahead of myself.  Let me preface this by saying that I drink very little anymore. My body is typically a lean, mean, sober machine unless my brothers are in town.  My brother Mike is in from San Diego.  His personality matches the So Cal lifestyle.  Easy and breezy.  He just always seems to be having a good time, and his personality draws you in where you want to have a good time with him.

The night started off good enough.  P and myself met up with my parents and Mike for some BBQ at a joint called “Famous Willies Barbecue”.  This place is covered with pictures of famous people named Willie.  Willie Wonka and Willie Nelson were represented, along with Will Smith (Mike’s favorite) and Free Willy (my personal fave).  Conversation was light and so was my weight when it came to me drinking.  Two Blue Moons in I was already buzzing…bad.


My parents left before the three of us did (we were still working on our second beers) and we were supposed to head directly to their house to play some games.  But see, there was a bar with the ever so classy name of “Club Tequila” between the BBQ place and my parents house.  We made the ill fated decision to stop on in for a shot of happiness.  Greeted by a bartender with a midriff baring top, belly chain and the shortest sequined skirt I have ever seen, sober Ang would have questioned why she was there, but Blue Moon buzzed Ang felt like this was home.  I hate Blue Moon buzzed Ang.

We had a shot, then followed it with another drink.  We eventually ended up back at my parents house.  There I switched up to a big bottle of Zima that had been living in my parent’s fridge since 2006.

I was a mess.  Started crying (God, drunk cries are the worst)!  Then it was time for my husband to take me home.

I ended up raiding the fridge last night and I fell asleep while I was in the midst of eating a hot pocket.

When I woke up this morning I felt awful in all aspects.  I drink to deal with life’s lemons.  I’m trying my best to make lemonade with these lemons but I think I am adding too much booze.

Thanks for reading this post.  It doesn’t paint me in the best light, but the entire reason I started this blog was to be honest with not only my readers but with myself.


Eccentric Al Yankovic

Listen Al, let’s stop with the whole “weird” thing. You have money now. Lots of it. According to you have a net worth of $16 million. We all know that the word “weird” only applies to poor people. Once a weird person makes millions they become classified as eccentric. Stop struggling and just embrace your new identity. You don’t even have to give me credit.

Now that I am done with my pep talk with Al, let me talk to my readers directly: Check out my favorite video he released off of his new album Mandatory Fun.  I know that I am guilty of a few of these “Word Crimes” (even in this blog), which ones are you guilty of?

See you tomorrow for an all new blog in my #93daysofblogging this summer!


A bar fly named Tick

This is why I don’t go out to bars nearly as much as I used to.

Small talk is not my forte and drunk people are not my favorite company when I only have a slight buzz from my one allotted cocktail for the night.

barflyEnter the man who calls himself Tick.

My husband left for just a few minutes but that was enough time to get Tick talking to me.

I learned he owns an ATV.

He is a local.

Ends up he knows my Dad, went to school with my Uncle and was a regular at the bar my Grandpa and Grandma owned for years.

His real name is Darin. His sister called him Tick ever since he was a baby. He said the name just stuck.

A name like “Tick” sticking around.

Sounds about right to me.

Tick was a nice enough fella, but this gal prefers a night at home with a good book and a glass of wine.