Spuffy lurve foreva

Last night I got a chance to meet James Marsters who played Spike on Buffy The Vampire Slayer. His old band Ghost of The Robot did a one off show in Santa Monica. It was a total Whedonesque dream come true. My friend Trent made it all possible really, and no one could have blogged about it better...so here's the link: http://www.pinkisthenewblog.com/2010/10/marsters-and-servant/

summer summer summer, got me upside-down

I realize I haven’t posted in a while. My bad. Lots of personal and professional angst going on lately. Much love to my amazing network of friends and family for helping me keep it together. I am a very lucky girl.
So it’s Sunday afternoon and I survived my 6 year old daughter’s first official sleepover. There was pizza, triple chocolate milkshakes, marathon movie watching and lip-gloss applications a-plenty. The girls partied like rock stars (of the Disney-variety) and passed out some time around midnight…I think. That’s when I passed out anyway. All in all… a success!
Just to make sure I’m not completely lost in MommyTown I am now immersed in the new album from The Street Dogs. Nothing like a little home-town punk rock to get my blood moving. Please go check it out and join me in my joy: http://www.myspace.com/streetdogs
In other news, I officially started my own consulting business. Helping individuals and small businesses with all their social media marketing needs. (I help them promote their businesses or themselves with Twitter/Facebook/blogging etc.) Also doing some radio and podcast producing and consulting as well. I’m becoming very fond of this word “consulting”. And oddly enough, I’m actually pretty good at it.
Summer is ticking away and here in the val the heat has thus far not been a huge factor. Which is nice. After surviving years in Vegas and Phoenix, the heat in the San Fan valley is no big whup. Okay, now I’m officially talking about the weather, so I will say ttfn. laters.

My view on this Fourth Of July.

Nice view

Ever The Graceful, I took a spill and sprained my ankle

As I am writing this entry, I am reclined on the couch with my leg up, and my ankle covered with a large bag of ice. Yes, the always graceful, never clumsy me, did it again. I was at my pal Kay's (shocker) getting ready to produce another awesome episode of "You Don't Even Know Me" with Chad Greer & Kay Hanley, when I received a phone call. I decided to take the call and step outside the studio for a moment. While holding my iPhone in my ear, I took my first step outside, landed on my ankle wrong, and DOWN I went. Luckily my knees broke my fall. On the slate patio. Yes. Lucky me lucky me.
As I laid there, writhing in pain, my first thought was the caller on the other end of the phone. I felt so bad my friend had to hear that and not know what happened only to hear me yelling and screaming obscenities. Luckily, I have AT&T, so the call immediately dropped and he was spared all confusion. ha ha ha
I actually broke the very same ankle 9 years ago falling off a horse in Cabo San Lucas. So a trip to urgent care and subsequent x-rays were definitely in my future. I knew it wasn't as bad as Mexico, but I had to make sure. So here I am, a week later, with a bad sprain, some heavily scraped knees, and a bruised ego. I feel like an ASS of the highest order. I know it was a freak thing, and in no way could I have avoided it, but it doesn't make me feel any less guilty. Having to ask friends and family for help like this is super hard for me. I never want to feel like a nag. I loathe being dependent on others.
That being said, my network of friends and family have gone above and beyond the call of duty on this one. Whether it's hosting a bbq for my Dad's birthday, or helping shuttle my kid back and forth between school and swim lessons, I am BEYOND grateful.
xoxo
Ang

Look who's back. And I couldn't be happier.

Earth Day FAIL

I should have known. I woke up this morning and felt like it was going to be a bad day. I should have just stayed in bed. I decided it was too chilly to walk my five year old to school this morning, even though it is Earth Day and NOT driving would be doing my little part and teaching my kid about trying to erase a carbon footprint, but it was chilly....and I was cranky....so we drove. I promised myself that no matter what I would pick her up after school on foot.
Walking to my kid's school is no great task, it's only a few blocks away, but there is some finesse to the timing. They don't allow parents on the school yard until 10 minutes before the bell rings. If I head over there too early, I'm waiting outside a chained-up door peaking through like a looney. If I leave too late, my wittle kindergartener freaks out when her classroom door opens and Mom's not there. That being said, I calculated my variables and decided I could squeeze in a trash-take-out trip just before heading out with plenty of seconds to spare. That's when things went bad. Very bad.

Some asshole had decided it would be far easier to leave a half-full dirty aquarium perched next to the trash chute, than to actually take it down to the dumpster. I had barely opened the door to the trash chute room when the glass aquarium started to fall. It had been placed on top of a box half it's size and just the gust of wind that came along with opening the door made it tip over. And on to me. And break in a million pieces of glass. And gallons of water soaked up my foot, sock, and sneaker, and proceeded to gush down the hallway.

Lovely.

Catching my breathe after having the shit scared out of me, I realize I've got to alert the proper authorities to said disaster, and head out to pick up my kid five minutes ago. Now I'm late, and hauling ass down Laurel Canyon, with a squish in my step, literally. I am cursing the anonymous asshole for being lazy, I am cursing my squishy foot in it's wet sock and sneaker, and wondering what kind of dirty-fish-water-algae is marinating my foot.
Just as the imaginary steam starts coming out of my ears, I look up to see some idiot crossing, nay, JAYWALKING across Laurel and I'm thinking "wow, that guy's got balls to just jump out in the middle of traffic" until I take a closer look. A very tan, a very well-groomed, impeccably dressed, ROB LOWE looks over at me.
All I could do was laugh. And Squish. And laugh again. Not sure what the universe is trying to tell me today, but I'm pretty sure getting attacked my trash on Earth Day is not a good sign. Even if the handsome Rob Lowe did cross my path.