Pull out your backpacks, knapsacks, and fanny packs, folks! Idiosyncratic Life will soon be movin' on up and out, to an awesome new website made for me by the Internet Goddess Gwen.:)

Before I go, I want to find a way to link to my current archives and ask G. where I can put a column of fun links to other pages and books, etc. There are gonna be comments and photos, people, comments AND photos!

Y'all can check it out- leafygreen.org/angie (I'm too lazy to link at the moment. Blame Luke.) The design is pulled from a photo I shot of the Arc D'Triomphe in Paris, so you can at least go enjoy its swirly goodness and leave me some comments. :)

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welcome, leafyangie

In the beginning, a Christmas present was given unto Angie.



A new blog was born unto her, and behold, Angie (hopefully) sayeth yea, o! many things I will come to write upon thee, and I will use thee to bring thy words and thy graven images to thy good people after I rise up in the morning and before I lie down in the night. And the blog rejoiced, and the people spoke blessings unto Angie and praised her name.

welcome, leafyangie

In the beginning, a Christmas present was given unto Angie.



A new blog was born unto her, and behold, Angie (hopefully) sayeth yea, o! many things I will come to write upon thee, and I will use thee to bring thy words and thy graven images to thy good people after I rise up in the morning and before I lie down in the night. And the blog rejoiced, and the people spoke blessings unto Angie and praised her name.

I have nothing interesting to say. It's amazing. I'm just sort of content and boring lately. My assignments have been fine, run of the mill. Knock on wood, I haven't lost, fallen off, broken, run over, dropped, dribbled on, or accidentally flushed something valuable down the toilet for like, a week and a half.

I did wear my shirt inside out all day today without realizing it, but that's about it.

Luke is staying with me again. He was living with friends and his girlfriend for a week or so, but now he's back. He's a Type B person in the extreme, and it's completely infectious. We almost let a frozen pizza burn tonight, because neither one of us could be bothered to get up and walk to the kitchen. Bear in mind, we were watching a re-run of "Dharma and Greg" at the time. Not terribly compelling.

Bless him, he DID wash the dishes and cleaned up cat puke, though.

Luke is here for an indefinite period of time- sleeping in the office, entertaining my dog while I'm at work and printing a wedding album for some friends of mine. Bella adores him, absolutely follows him around like he's the sun and moon- even more so than when Stephen is visiting, and I didn't think that was possible. It's fun having a roommate with identical sleeping patterns. He went to bed at 6 a.m. and got up at 2 p.m. today. I love that someone else in the world gets that this can be an ideal sleeping schedule.

I'm really stressed out about money at the moment. The telephone banking system didn't acknowledge my most recent direct-deposit paycheck, and I'm scared something is wrong, and I'm in that post-Christmas credit card bill shock that always, always follows, no matter what. It should be fine. I worked holidays at time-and-a-half with a huge amount of mileage. The check should be much higher than usual. But where is it? Sigh...

Anybody need a wedding photographer?

Hey, guess what? It turns out Stephen has been blogging fairly regularly...

Me: Well, I went into Circuit City to buy a tape adapter so I could listen to my Discman in the car, you know? Because the other one broke. Anyway, they didn't sell them without a CD player so I went to leave. And I saw these really cool CD wrapping cellophane things that come with the stuff to make a bow all attached. I only had one and it was $.79, and there was only one register open and the line was 25 people deep. So I asked the women who was next in line if I could please give her a dollar and have her purchase it for me, and she was really unhappy with me. And the lady behind her was really mad. So obviously this was a bad idea and I was really embarrassed and I tried to put the wrapping back so I could just leave really fast and I accidentally knocked the metal hook they were hanging on off and then I fumbled putting it back and I feel like such a bad person and I am so embarrassed.

Him: You give me so much good stuff to write into plays.