Ever since I've started working more I have spent many hours doing the most mundane tasks around the office, but I have also spent countless hours reading things on the internet. (i.e. National Geographic's Picture of the Day, Close to Home and various Crosswalk articles)
One thing that can eat a lot of my time is reading articles on MSN. I am aware that a lot of that stuff is junk, but those articles are so short I can be interrupted several times and not even lose my train of thought. (unlike Harry Potter, the Bible, or any text book) So, it is with great pleasure I give to you....
Tuesday, January 8
Dave Grohl's Principles of a Happy, Successful Life
1. Dress for the life you want.
2. Love your family like you love your guitar
3. Moderation in all things
4. An audience is an audience
5. Try to be in two incredibly successful bands. If not that's okay.
6. Man up
This may or may not be applicable to some of you out there. (I don't really think I can identify with it) If you want to see the entire article go here.
Posted by Angela at 4:38 PM 1 comments
Labels: work
Sunday, January 6
I've been getting National Geographic's Picture of the Day sent to me and I think this is the sweetest picture yet!

Did You Know:
- Gorillas purr
- Gorillas are shy and quiet
- Gorilla means "hairy person"
- They can't swim
- Gorillas sleep in nests they build
Posted by Angela at 10:23 AM 1 comments
Labels: national geographic, pictures
Toilet Talk
Wednesday, January 2
A couple months ago Justin was playing with the bluetooth on my phone so he could surprise me with the two ring tones I was wanting: 1) the Jetson's doorbell and 2) the Monster Mash.
I forgot to silence my phone yesterday at work and sure enough it started blaring the Monster Mash. (which is sort of embarassing because it is a little out of season) Well, my boss heard it and wanted me to send it to him. So I did, and this is what his phone said, "Connecting to...
"The Pooper"
What?! I didn't name my phone that! And then I remembered...Justin. To make matters worse my boss didn't laugh or anything. He just looked at me and said very embarassed-like, "That's all right. I'm sure I've called my wife that before. What ever nickname suits you guys best." He thought it was a pet name?! Never would I want to be called The Pooper.
Posted by Angela at 11:28 AM 3 comments
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