Talkin In My Sleep

Hola amigas. I hope everyone had a great weekend. After having a mayjah case of the sadmadblahs, induced by the fact that I hadn't seen the Sun in over a week, I escaped out of the city and got some much needed vitamin D.
It is truly amazing how 80 degrees and sunny can totally change my outlook on life.

Oh yeah, in preparation for Adiel's wedding, my hair is back to black. I forgot how much I adore my dark hair.

Hugs.

Angie

I Want To Be There In My City

Sugarbabies. I've missed y'all. This week has been a whirlwind of glitter and unicornfarts. Which are exactly the samedamnedthing. Anywhozzle. God has a great sense of humor because after bearing my britneylovingsoul to y'all about not loving my job, a new and waaay better one came my way. I really couldn't be more excited. As a matter of fact, I'm rockin the kasbah as I write this. I hope you're having a faneffingtastic week.

Wearing: Dress: Zara.  Sweater: Vintage.  Shoes: Target

And The Sun Shines On The Bay

Angie

What Is Making You Smile Thursday

Hello friends!  I am bringing back "What Is Making You Smile Thursday".  I know y'all missed it.  I certainly did.  Honestly, there just hasn't been anything on the interwebs worthy of sharing here. That was until today.  

There isn't many things that I love more than my BFFFFFFFL, Beyonce.  However, add a fabulous kid giving her a run for her money maker, whilst wearing a Snuggie, and I am prettymuchbasically in faghagheaven.  

This article on 15 ways to stay married for 15 years.  Such a great read.  I recommend it for anyone who is engaged, in a long-term committed relationship, or married.  This is now hanging on our fridge.

What is making you smile this week?  You know I love internet ish, so send it my way.

cuddlebugs.

Angie

My Moment For Life

Oh-hai gurl.  I hope everyone is having an off the charts Tuesday.  So, I have confessions and momentsoftruth for y'all. I know most of you have probably come to realize over the past few months that my firecracker style and wit has plummeted and hilariouspeeyourpants posts have come to be few and far between.  There is a reason for that, and it is deep rooted, and I feel that I owe you loyalroyal readers an explanation.  The deal is, this blog gives me the ultimate happyhappyjoyjoy sparklegemawesomeness.  It's my outlet for my creativity...Not just in how I dress...I dress well, but nothing out of the ordinary or cutting edge.  I know that.  However, it's my content, my words, my intellectual property that keeps y'all coming back. That is my outlet. 

Wearing: Dress and Shoes: Zara.  Blazer and Purse: H&M

So, that is where the crux of the issue comes into play.  I work in a creative industry, and have chosen a career in advertising because of that.  It's a place where everyone from Creative Directors to Account Managers to Producers and Project managers are all at the core creative individuals.  We just express our creativity in different ways.  We are the cool kids.  We are the reason millions of people tune into Mad Men every week.  We believe in building brands and good, sound CREATIVE work.  We believe in creating technology and influencing the way people think, purchase, and act.  I am part of that population and up until the past couple of months I loved it, and I was proud of it.  I knew what I knew.  I drank the Kool-Aid, and I lived, ate and shit every single fiber of it.

That was until February of this year.  I took a position in which I felt like Jack from Jack And The Beanstalk.  In other words, I sold out for the almighty cheddah.  I went to an agency that I knew in my heart of hearts wasn't right for me, but the money was great.  6 months later, I wake up in the middle of the night crying because I have to go and try to conform to something I am not: Vanilla, run of the mill, ass kisser, for the happiness of abusive clients and even more abusive management.   I let my employer suck out every ounce of creativity from my marrow.  Coming to that realization sucks, but feeling like a failure for not being a part of the cookie cutter blondebitch sucks even more.  

So, here is the deal.  You all know that I don't like to conform to things, however, I hate compromising myself and missing out on life a lot more.  I have had to tell far too many people that I love and care deeply for: "Sorry, I can't because I have to work." or "I'm in a bad mood because I am stressed out because of work."

 So, I am left at a crossroads.   Do I love advertising? Absolutely. Do I love the fact that my creativity has left me because I have been brow beaten for the past 6 months?  Helltotheno.  So, I am going to try to post as much as I can here in an attempt to get myself back.  Some days I may be funny, other days, I may be bitchin about something or other, and some days I may not post at all.  I just need to come back to my center, figure out my next career move, and go from there.  I will promise you this.  I will never compromise my creativity again.  

Thanks for hanging in there with me over the past few months.  It will get better...I promisepromise.

bigbearhugs.

Angie

Love & Hip Hop:Ratchetlanta

ZOMGZOMGZOMG.  It has been a hotminute since I have done one of these, but I will keep it 1000 with you, the only reality TV that I have watched since The Mister and I moved in together has been UFC, NFL, Giants Baseball, Swamp People and the UEFA.  Deadcereal.  Oldschool THYMWYA readers know that I love my shows and me and the BFFLRoomie used to gorge ourselves on Kardassians, Mob Wives, RHOA, Glee, etc. Well, that just doesn't happen anymore because there is a man that drives my TV watching.  Don't get me wrong, we watch some good stuff on Sunday nights, but my indulgent smutwatching is at an alltimelow.  That was until I got laid up with food poisoning (hooray Monday morning skinnies!) and watched about 6 hours of Love and Hip Hop Atlanta.  Y'all know my affinity for all reality shows that take place in Atlanta, because as my mom said: "The great thing about the South is, we don't institutionalize our crazy people, we let them run around for our own entertainment."  Everyone on this show is a hotdamnedmess, and I say that as affectionately as possible.  

So here is what we are dealing with:

I have no idea what this person says...EVER.  But apparently she was pregnant for about 30 seconds.

But this is who she looks like to me.  

This guy skeeves me out to the max.  He also carried around Zombie Michael Jacksons' pregnancy test around in his pocket for God only knows how long.

But I am so happy to know that Master Splinter has found full time employ, that doesn't involve turtles.

This woman scares the everlivingshit out of me...And this dude fought Master Splinter and got an asthma attack.  Apparently it was a big deal.

After watching 5 episodes, I am left feeling like this:

Also, I learned what ratchet means.

So, prettymuchbasically, I am giving the remote back to The Mister until Britney comes on X-Factor in a couple of weeks.  To which, I will be opening back up the SF Chapter of the Britney Spears Sparkle Club to new members. 

Dumberereerereere

Angie

Hump Day Happy Hour - Skinny Bitch Margarita

Better late than never...That's what she said.  We were blessed enough to spend some amazing QT with my BFFFFLRoomie last weekend.  You may remember from previous posts that the BFFFFFFLRoomie is quite the amazing drinkologist (I think that the word mixologist is vile and conjures up pure douchebaggery in a handle bar mustache, thus, I will not use it).  So pretty much BFFFFFLRoomie makes the most amazeballs dranks that are skinnyfriendly (muy importante) and will hit you in the face like a bag of bricks (even more muy importante).  I have to say, her margs are one of my all time fave concoctions (along with her gimlets, champagne cocktails, bacon bourbon, et, al, et, al, et, al.) and she graced the planet by making us a pitcher of them on Friday and again on Saturday nights.  Which resulted in a fullblown personal training/bootcamp session in our house at an ungodly hour...ya know, normal sehanannigans, which prettymuchbasically looked like this:

Now, onto the margs:

Forget that sugar laden margarita mix that taste like a bag of beat$#Iz, this will have you saying "Tequila!!"

After drinking these margs on the regz for over a year, I feel like any time I taste a pre-made margarita mix that someone is trying to poison me. 

- Using a lime wedge, wet the rim of your choice glass and then lightly turn your glass in a heaping mound of salt (do I deadcereal need to teach you how to rim a glass?  If so, put on your training wheels and GTFO, we are no longer friends) Fill your glass with ice and set aside.

- In a martini shaker compile the following ingredients:

- 1 heaping shot of silver tequila 

- 1 shot of triple sec

- Juice of 2 limes

- Juice of 2 lemons

- Shake it like a polaroid picture

- Pour mixture over ice until your glass is 3/4 full

- Top with seltzer water

-Drink until there are either no more lemons and limes, and you have eaten so many tortilla chips that your fingers look like vienna sausages because of all of the salt you have consumed

1 tequila. 2 tequila. 3 tequila. Floor!!!!!

Angie

One Heart Feeds The Fire

Jesus Christo, I really didn't mean to stay away from you beautiful people for so long...I should have give you some heads up that this place was going to be a ghost town for a hotminute.  That's kinda what happens to me though...My birthday hits and then it's The 4th, and I get too busy burning sparklers and drinking sangria that I forget to take pictures of my outfits and posting.  Oh well, we all deserve a Summer Break.

Wearing: Jeans: James.  Platforms: Jessica Simpson.  Belt: Betsey Johnson.  Shirt: Old Navy.  Necklace: Stella & Dot.  Scarf: Coach 

 I didn't happen to forget to take pictures of when your girl accidentally dressed like Rosie The Riveter .  Way to go Ang!  I had an old co-worker that once told me that he thought that I just figured out a different costume to wear to work every day...Drag Queen being my favorite.  He was probably right.  We all know how I have an affinity for cos-play, but I swear on everything goodandbritney, this was a total mistake.  

For any of you who are looking to achieve this ridiculous bird magnet of a hairstyle, just put a pony tail high and tight on top of your head, but instead of pulling the ends totally out, leave them bound by your hair tie, then tuck in all the medusa crap, and use 3 spin pins to tame down your gagalicious bow tie of a hair-do. I call this pureridiculous: "you're lucky I put makeup on and brushed my teeth." The best feature of this is: you will have a guaranteed rockin headache by 12:00 pm.  

Get'er Dun.

Angie

Insta-Ang

Happy Holiday Week to everyone.  I hope that you are all gearing up for an explosive 4th of July.   I sureasallhell am.  The 4th is my all time favorite holiday evereverever.  More on that tomorrow, today, I am going to show y'all my life lately according to my iPhone.

Clockwise: 1: I clearly have the biggest ballz in the blogisphere, here is me in my bathing suit.  2: You can put your toes in the sand here...but you may want to take a handful of doxycycline afterwards, it's a petri dish. 3: This is why they call it The Sunset.  4.  Everywhere I go, there I am.

Clockwise: 1: My new favorite coffee.  2: The coolest onesie I have ever seen.  3:  The Mister's TMNT collection FTW. 4: my new favorite shoes viaAlluring Diva

Clockwise: 1: My Rewinery delivery.  2: Summer is my season.  3: A handwritten note on my birthday.  4: Andiamo Italia!

Magically Delicious.

Angie