The rest of the week... Heading to SLC this morning for several days. I'm glad I have a good hotel there and that it's so beautiful because I've been spending alot of time there lately.
I am wearing... a bathrobe. I really gotta go get ready!
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.
XOXO!
A
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.
Today marks the 33rd year of my existance. I am still able to say I'm in my early-thirties, but I am fast approaching those mid-thirties.
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.