Hi. My name is Ang. Apparently I have a blog. You know, one of those things that many actually update farely frequently. Um. I apparently have had a problem with that.

Everything is going fairly well. Life is bustling and all is in the norm, except lil man announcing at a restaurant in a loud voice that he hadn't wiped his but well and that it hurt. It's amazing some of the things that kids come off with! Then again, apparently I did alot of similar things when I was younger. My poor mom and dad. I'm definitly reaping the reward of my hyperness calmness as a child.

Christmas is fast approaching, and my hormonal self is really getting in the way of my holiday cheer. Usually, not a lot of money at this time of the year doesn't bother me, but this year it's horrid. I find myself crying at the drop of a hat, and getting upset at the silliest of things.


For a cookie exchange tomorrow, I and a 2 friends baked approx. 20 dozen cookies today. I don't think that I really want to look at another snickerdoodle, white macadamia nut, or cake cookie for a long time. Oh, wait. It's an exchange... tomorrow I'll have approx 9 dozen cookies in my home. Heaven help me. and my thighs.

oh vey.