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When Orville Met Nicki

I already posted this on my instagram and twitter but had to repost one last time for all of my blog readers.

When I came home from my Body & Soul class Thursday night I had the song Anaconda in my head so I decided to pull up the music video.

Midway through the song I heard my cat letting out a noise that very much emphasized the “Ow” in “meow” and this was his facial expression:

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I can see the terror in his eyes, can’t you?

He has been a total dick to me since…



If I were to win the lottery tomorrow (a story in pictures)

If I were to win the lottery tomorrow and I were to win a sum of around 100 million dollars I would:

Buy some Manolo Blahniks so whenever I put them on I would feel like Carrie Bradshaw!

Manolo Blahnik Sedaraby Rhinestone Buckle Silver Sandal

Get a maid who looks like Carrie Bradshaw so P won’t be tempted to have a love child with her (P does not find Sarah Jessica Parker attractive AT ALL but I happen to fancy her).

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Hire a driver who calls me Ms. Daisy (even though my name is Ang).


Obligatory vanity item:  Get laser hair removal.


Take all of my friends to an all inclusive excursion to Mexico (of course we will look this sexy too)!


Have a beautiful piece of property and build a cabin in the middle of it surrounded by a moat and a draw bridge (and yes, Ocarina of Time was my inspiration).


Host a huge festival on said property and invite people like Lindsay Lohan, Andy Dick, Kanye West, Charlie Sheen and Katherine Heigl to come  sing/act/perform stand-up and call it “Misunderstood Stock”.


Speaking of Charlie Sheen, with my remaining “winning”s I would get out of debt, my family out of debt, start a no kill animal shelter, donate to my fave local charities which would get me recognized by my community who would name a street (with my urging of course)  which would bring awareness to an ailment I suffer with along with countless others:  Irritable bowel syndrome.


It’s good to have dreams.  Now I just need to start playing the lottery.






Why are people such A**holes?!: A rant

I am very fortunate in the fact that there are very few BAD days in my life.  I am blessed for the most part, but when I do have a bad day or even a bad moment, I know that I can come here and write and rant all about it.

Today’s topic:  Why Are People Such Assholes?:  The Parking Lot Edition.

Yesterday while dropping some major “benjamins”  on P’s new work clothes we came across this sight:


Your eyes are not deceiving you.  The driver of the gray SUV created his own parking spot by thinking outside the lines and pinning the middle car in.

If the driver was a senior citizen, I could let it pass, but as P and I left the mall we saw the culprits.  The offenders were two women in their 40s looking perplexed as to why a ticket was plastered to their windshield.

Then today as I left the gym I noticed a young girl (I would put her in her early 20s) in the car next to mine parked thisclose to my driver’s side door.  the-bad-parkingAt first I thought she was about to leave so I waited.  Then I noticed she was only fixing her hair (I guess this girl didn’t get the memo that you are supposed to look like shit at the gym).  I then looked at her and said (in what I thought was an adorable  and joking tone, but it probably came out  a little bitchy along with some fire-breathing effects) “I can’t get into my car”.  She looked at me for a second, then…wait for it.  ROLLED. UP. THE. WINDOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  She then continued to play with her hair (because appartently that is what people do with IQs between the range of “I don’t give a shit” and “my parents didn’t beat me enough as a child”.  I had to shimmy my way through the passenger side door (good motivation to stay in shape I guess) and I drove home pissed.  What else could I have done?  I couldn’t force her to move her car. If I would have called 911, they would have called me overdramatic and there is no gym parking lot police…but maybe there should be…maybe there should be…

So what is it with people and parking.  Granted, in the examples above the “people” are women, but I am a woman and I park divinely.   Why are people such assholes?  Does anyone have an answer to this age old question, or do women just park like shit?  I want to know.

Thanks for listening, you guys are much cheaper than a therapist and I feel a lot better after getting that off my B cup sized chest!


I also would like to thank everyone who has “liked” my facebook page (I know that none of you are assholes and you all are parking champs).

Monday Morning Meltdown

P has been putting in long hours at the office lately so I have been playing single mom to Orville (the cat),  Juju (the dog), and Scully (our newest dog).  How you moms out there do it with babies of the two legged variety is beyond me.  Mad props to you.

Monday-is-commingHere was my Monday morning (mind you I have to leave the house by 6:30 to make it to work by 7):

Woke up at 5:15 A.M.

Took the dogs out.

Trolled on the internet until 5:45 when I had to feed my furry babies.

Gave each dog their meds (Juju has an infection on his paw, Scully just got fixed).

Got dressed.

Started to pack a lunch.

Orville throws up (which I am realizing cats do often).

I clean it up.

Grab a peach to throw in my lunch.

Orville throws up again.

I clean it up.

By now it is after 6 and I have abandoned the preparation of my lunch to pull my hair up and brush my teeth.

Scully follows me into the bathroom.

As I am trying to pull my disheveled self together, Scully throws up.  Since she is wearing the cone of shame from her surgery, it is mildly amusing since her vomiting has an echo but equally heartbreaking…

I clean it up.

Back to my mess of a woman.

Scully throws up again.

Now I am legitimately getting worried.

I clean it up.

It is now time for me to leave for work and I am having a nervous breakdown about my Scully girl.

She starts to get sick again and I am able to get her outside where she proceeds to empty out the contents of her entire stomach by throwing up an additional 6 times.

Juju decides to feast on this, which made me almost want to throw up.

Ended up leaving a message for my boss telling him I would be a little late for work.  How could I leave such a sick girl?  I ended up calling my mommy crying.  Yes.  Every grown woman calls her mother “mommy” when she really needs her.  My mom was awesome and checked on Scully throughout the day!  And she is back to her sweet puppy self.

I made it to work just a few minutes late but I looked something like this:


Yep!  It’s Monday!


P.S. Orville is good too.



Accidental Snapshots: A Photo Series

While looking through the photos on my phone to find some inspiration for this blog, I stumbled upon an overabundance of images that I didn’t know I took.  Being a gal who loves all things quirky and odd, it only made sense to display some of these accidental snapshots from me to you.  Enjoy!

Riveting, I know!  Now go explore your phone and see what sort of photo “oopsies” you took!






Sunday Quotes: You Gotta Have Friends!

Cleaning out my closets has proven to be going slower than expected. Mostly because I keep stumbling across artifacts from the past, most of these being pictures. Seeing so many pics of all of my friends made me realize how important friendships are to nurture through the years. I need to get better about initiating plans and spending more time with my friends that I live close to and get better about calling and keeping in touch more often with my friends who live hundreds or thousands of miles away. Here are some of my favorite quotes about friendship! Enjoy and spend time with a friend today…after all it is Friendship Day!

See you back here tomorrow for an all new blog in my 93 days of blogging this summer!


Friday Quotes: The Dreamers!

Normally Sunday is reserved for inspirational quotes but I want to dedicate this post to the dreamers out there (which ultimately will tie into my non-quote filled Sunday blog). This post is for all of you beautiful people who live a wonderful life in which you not only reach for the moon, but lasso it. Those that not only think outside the box but dance around it.

So dreamers, keep on dreaming!

Will catch you back here tomorrow for an all new blog (which will tie into this blog and Sunday’s blog).


A Good Hump

Today was a very lovely hump…hump day that is (c’mon, I had to come up with a catchy title to lure you to my blog). Normally Wednesdays can be a real drag, but today no drag was had.

The sunrise was gorgeous. Tried to capture it on my phone but my pic did no justice to the beauty that is mother nature. It was like a fireball in the sky this morning.


Normally nothing in my husband’s pants is a surprise anymore, but when I was cleaning out his pockets before throwing his jeans in the wash I found $16.00. Jackpot! I consider it a tip for all of the laundry I do for him. Now watch, once I post this blog and he reads it he will want his $16.00 back.  Guaranteed.

Work was good. My only regret from my workday is when a gentleman called to get a number and when I gave it to him he asked me to repeat it and said “You are too quick for me” it took everything in me to not say “That’s what she said”. I should have said it, life is too short for censoring a good “That’s what she said” comeback.

My friend Gina gave me another tomato plant to kill…errrr…I mean grow. Love ya Gina.

I got to work out for 2 full hours today. Haven’t had the time to do that in awhile. So grateful for the opportunity to focus on some “me” time.

Now I am at home with both of my furry babies at my feet.

Good hump day (now let’s do it again next week).

Thanks for reading my pseudo-diaryish post and see you back here tomorrow for an all new blog in my 93 days of blogging this summer.