tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18181620606523360882011-07-07T20:31:53.827-05:00It's a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00115099375227882552noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818162060652336088.post-75226817202021841352010-09-22T18:35:00.002-05:002010-09-22T18:38:26.783-05:00

Whew.Been a while, huh?Don't have a lot to say, really... except for, I'm knitting as fast as I can and I am WAITING for the new HP movie to come out.Sounds boring... but my life isn't boring. I'm just a very bad storyteller. Hopefully that will change sometime.I went to yoga class today and my arms and hands hurt so much. So... that's it for now!

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I'm just checking to see if I can blog from my cell phone. Enviado desde mi oficina móvil BlackBerry® de Telcel

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I'm such a terrible blogger (and a terrible everything, but let's focus on my blogging for now).It's been over a month now, and a LOT happened since that last birthday post.We have a new show, we already taped the first four episodes, I did castings and questions and whew... it was nothing like I thought it would be.I have been visiting schools (since the casting involves 10 - 11 year olds) and

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It's my birthday. Today.I turn 29.No, really, twenty nine.I wasn't depressed, which is weird, since I get depressed every single birthday I've had since I turned twenty.But the husband left on a business trip today. And won't come back until Thursday.I just got back from work where a co-worker gave me a cake. A WHOLE CAKE. For myself.I don't want to have cake on my own. It sort of felt depressing

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I know it's been a while, but just as I was complaining about the show, I got a call saying we were on with another show and we were on the air June 13th.I almost fainted, but I started to work. I have been kind of a casting director the past two weeks and we are choosing kids in the sixth grade for our show, so I've been really happy. I just LOVE kids.I've been knitting a lot since I joined

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Wow, I've really abandoned this place, haven't I?I've been knitting like there's no tomorrow, or rather like there's a cold tomorrow, working extra hours and trying to keep my sanity while cleaning my house.I have been on and off of work the past 4 years, since I work in T.V. production. That's a weird environment cause you don't know if you're having a show tomorrow or some executive got up this

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Him: What are you doing?Me: I'm *trying* to unravel this stupid ball of yarn that keeps getting tangled and I can't finish knitting this damned hat. I swear this hat is cursed. I can't finish it. I have to undo it and re-do it every five rows and just when I think I've got it, I mess up again and I really, REALLY want this hat. I want to finish it. I want to start finishing things.Him: Start

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I had planned my day carefully:I was getting out of work a bit early and swing by a fabric store that's close to where I live (though I've never been to) and buy black linen. Then I was going to buy a circular needle, since the knitting store is on my way home (I always take that road so that it's ALWAYS on my way home). When I got here, I was going to sew a couple of fantastic table runners for

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Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, JoleneI'm begging of you, please don't take my man

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I just *LOVE* spring.My dad says its psychological, since the weather has been exactly the same as last week, but I really don't think so. It's just a different feeling; I love getting up in the morning, I am even exercising twice a day (I don't usually exercise even ONCE a day). I love walking the dogs when it's sunny outside and I don't feel like staying in bed all day and complaining about my

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If your house has laminated floors, don't run while wearing socks and no shoes.

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I came back from vacation feeling well, rested and with enough energy to take care of my coughing, sneezing, whiney husband.I did well for about 5 days.But it was in the air.At work, at home, at my parent's house... everyone had the nastiest colds. I ducked when someone coughed and raced to wash my hands when I saw someone who looked like they might be coming down with something or that they knew

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1. Ben and Jerry's.2. Ikea fabric to sew pretty things.3. Hot soup on a cold day.4. "Friends" reruns.5. Honey.

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So, I'm back!Wait a minute... you didn't know I left? Ooooh... yeah, about that, I went on a mini vacation with my family and blogged about it the night before I left, but I accidentaly clicked on the "Save Now" button instead of "Publish Post".So you missed all the jokes I made about my aunt and they were pretty funny, but you'll have to take my word for it.I left my favorite boy for a week and

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1. When Frida struggles to stay awake just because she hates to miss any part of the day with us.2. Diet Coke.3. A clean house.4. Travis. (Best band EVER)5. Talking to our neighbor's kid. He's like 6 years old, soooo funny and cute. I love kids.

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1. When he laughs. He has the greatest laugh. And he is a very serious, quiet guy. This doesn't happen often.2. His heartbeat. Just after he says "Good night", he hugs me and I rest my head on his chest. I can hear his heart and it puts me to sleep. It's so relaxing.3. My grandpa slippers. They're so manly and outdated, but I just love them.4. My face moisturizer. My skin is sooooo dry that when

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Hey there, Internet.Or rather:Hi there, people-who-speak/write-English-on-the-Internet.I'm Angie.I am 28 years old, I live in Mexico City and I've been married to the most wonderful man in the whole world for six months. Everyone says hers is the most wonderful man- in my case, it is true. (Is he still looking over my shoulder?)This is not my first blog.I used to blog a lot about a year ago but

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