Thursday, November 18, 2010


I have been sick for 3 days now... SICK AS A DOG sooooooo what is there to do when you're sick well...
A)call your other sister that is also sick
B)work on your blog
So that is what I have done. I was looking through old pics and I could not find one cute picture of me Tina and Jess, but I dont care I just love them both so much I had to post them. When I was talking to Jacklyn(sick sister) she said that I need to stop living in the past..that Jess and Tina are married and I need to move along...but I just cant do it so here meet my home girls!

Monday, November 15, 2010

Why not dream a little!

I have a little problem ... I cant stay in one place very long without going crazy thinking about all the things I want to do. All day long I have been thinking about places to go and things I want to see. And at the end of the day I have a pro/con list... AND I DONT EVEN CARE ABOUT ANY OF THE CONS!
I want to go on a trip who's with me?

Monday, November 8, 2010

Pizza at 12:00am..... never a good idea!

My sister once told me "If you think its a funny thing to eat its not a good idea" I will argue that it is NEVER a good idea.
It all started with an idea... Pizza. Why not? We live in the city, we should take advantage of this thing called delivery right? Laura had been talking about it for 2 days and I was NOT in the mood to cook or go to the store. Bonnie got home around 10:30 and I thought to myself this could be a good night to order in, so I went up into her room and with my bowl of canned Mandarin oranges that I eat with chopsticks (its really fun just try it) and said BONNIE I NEED SOME FOOD to which she replied "Pizza?" I beamed, I was sooo excited ...Laura was in the shower but when she got out we informed her that we could not decide what we wanted so we had ordered 2 pizzas from 2 different places to see what was better pizza and which one took longer to deliver. So now all we had to do was wait.
The first bell rang, Bonnie went to get it as she was paying I yelled from the top of the stairs
"HEY Bonnie is he cute?" She ignored me again I said, "Hey Bonnie is the delivery boy CUTE?" she started laughing and then took the pizza and closed the door. I was killing myself... thinking man I am funny and seeing her red face as she put the pizza on the table was worth it. About ten min later there was the next bell, me being the angel that I am thought that she would never retaliate the harmless joke I had just played. She looked at me and said, "Two can play this game Angela Bridge," as she ran up the stairs and waited for me to open the door.
...I opened the door.....and SCREAMED on the inside. The pizza guy looked WAY too familiar.
I started to panic a little ... and this check list started to go off in my head
- Is this the guy you worked with at superstore ... YES
- Is Bonnie yelling down the stairs, "Hey Ang is the pizza guy cute?" ...YES
- Is this the guy that tried to kiss you in the back room at work ..YES
YES YES YES YES YES YES to all of the above
Words started to form...
Angela "Hey how much is it?"
pizza boy "$24.75"
Angela "k ... here you go"
pizza boy "Thankyou... hey um... do I know you... yah I do we worked together one time"
Angela "oh yah ..haha.... I remember"
pizza boy "so... you live here"
Angela " a ... no haha?"
pizza boy "where you workin?"
Angela "oh you know ha..ha..? Well thank you. see you around"
pizza boy "yah you will, night" ( with a wink)

.... I really hope that he saw the pizza from a different place siting on the table behind me.. on a Monday night.. I hope that made him think I am pathetic and not worth remembering my address!! Moral of the story DONT EAT LATE

... and who am I kidding he cornered me I could not move my lips away fast enough I GOT KISSED BY A GUY IN THE BACK ROOM OF THE SUPERSTORE... AND NOW HE DELIVERS PIZZA.
I love mondays?

Monday, October 4, 2010

Oh to be me.

Alright alright so here is the story, this weekend I was just sitting there watching conference like a good little girl taking notes and then BOOM it happened.
There is something you should know about me, I keep a journal. I have ever since I can remember... they are all lame and talk about stupid things that I wish never to remember ever again. So back to my point, when I get a new journal I pick random pages and leave myself little notes like "ANG go shopping and get a new shirt" or "ANG stop being a loser and go DO SOMETHING FUN" stuff like that! WELL much to my surprise I was taking some notes during the saturday morning session and there it was "July 14th 2009- ANG you have to kiss a boy and make a new blog post by tonight"
GREAT! My plan was to make a blog post about kissing a boy and even tho I had some friends offer it just didn't happen so here I am making a blog post about not kissing a boy.... LAME! haha
K but really I am just here to say I SUCK AT BLOGGING but I want to be better because in reality my days are always so far from normal I have to tell someone other than my journal every night. So this blog is for you.... you being the person sitting on their computer that clicked on someones blog that led you to another one and then to another one till BAM you read a post and not just look at the pictures. Hope you like. This is me Angela Bridge enjoy!

Monday, June 22, 2009

Fathers Day hey hey hey

 Last week i went to the store to get good old Max a fathers day gift. When i got to the store i asked this girl who was working where something was, she said she was not sure where it was but she would look. So she came back and said how she didn't know. "DANG " i said, then i turned to her and said "well what are you getting you dad for fathers day i have no good ideas" she looked at me (with the same look i get from ALOT from people here and said "umm... i have not really though about it" then turned and walked away. 
I ended up getting him this protein shake stuff he likes and sunday after church i got the boys to give it to him with a big pink bow on it! He was was a little surprised... turns out fathers-day is in september in Australia who new? That girl must have though i was a stress case. If she only new that my talent was procrastination. 
And to top it off it was the next sunday that it was fathers-day back home. I still let max keep the lovely gift... he deserved it!! 
OH  and Happy Fathers Day Father!!  

Thursday, June 18, 2009

My almost Friend

Off the top of my head lets talk about friends today.

Back home I have friends i really do. They are funny,lame,odd,beautiful and the best part is that we don't have to try to have fun. Some of my favorite memories come from hanging out in someones kitchen (kitchen how typical) Oh how i miss those days. Now in the land down under its a little harder to just chill with some "home g's" you know?
In my current situation instead of friends I have the girls at the salon. Instead of laughing (and i mean really laughing) i do the "polite grin" man i hate the polite grin. Then to top it off, instead of a kitchen, the comfort place where bonding happens, I have a crowded back room at a salon. The dryer never stops tumbling, rollers fall in your food and there are 8 different perfumes spritzed ever 20min. Cheers
Last Monday i worked at the other salon (there are 2 salons with the same owner and since i am casual i jump around where they need me) So i was working at "Jtwo" I met a new girl ( not new to the salon just new to me) lets call her "red". Me and Red really hit if off you know, we were chatting and getting along great. Other than the fact that she informed me that she was going to get a pack-man tatoo on the bottom of her toes... she seemed really nice, and dare i say normal?
Someone I could chill with? Before i new it we had made plans to go to the show on Saturday night. All week i thought about Zach... naturally we were going t see "17 again" Tina said it was a must see and she knows her acting (i think she should be a movie critic) Anywho I cleared my schedule for Saturday night WHOOT WHOOT.
I worked at "J two" on Saturday, I was glad i had a friend there to talk to. And yes i mean " had" as in past-tense.
When i got to work i looked for my friend Red. She was about 5.7 short brown hair, kind eyes and really smiley! I looked around the salon and could not see her welcome face anywhere. I finally caved and asked one of the girls where she was... She pointed. Accross the room, sitting in a chair, head down... was Red. She had jeans on... they had straps and snaps all over the legs... a tight high neck red tank-top and a fuzzy gray scarf (and not a fashion scarf....more of a winter look) Her hair was now a bright solid purple/red and all fuzzy. Her once kind eyes were now smudged black and her smile was now replaced with a "i feel like i an going to vomit" formation. She sat there with a bag of buns (she said they help with the hang over)

Oh the way we were.. just 5 short days ago. Needless to say i think she had forgotten about "Zach time" And why do I call her Red? Well it's a combination really, her top and her hair... sweet as.. sweet as!!