Oh so fierce.

Hi, I'm alive but until men's swimming ends on the Olympics I may be semi dead on here (Here's looking at you Ryan Lochte, Nathan Adrian and dying over the attractiveness that is Cullen Jones #teamusa). Shoot if mangawking was an olympic sport, I'd be #winning golds yo. In between checking out swimmers and eating my weight in otter pops, I've been dying over Queen B's tumblr http://iam.beyonce.com/. In case you didn't know, I die over all thing Beyonce and I also love her equally adorable sister Solange. Like "when I grow up, I wanna be Beyonce" in love. She rocks her body and her curves and is such a positive role model in the world of singers. On her site, it has a ton of photos from her private life since she doesn't sell out to the media for millions for her photos like so many other famous people. I still marvel that she posted her baby pictures since People magazine and so many others were willing to pay millions for the pictures of her little munchie. I would have sold my child out for sure...hence reason #67 why I'm still single.

 Their style slays me dead. The natural curls and the headscarf. Too gorgeous.

 When has Spidey looked this good? (Andrew Garfield is a real close 2nd)

Black frames, red lips, and ballet bun = blogger chic

Goals for life starting now:

1. Get a real bf so I can stop having 500 fake ones/loving all the single swimmers on team USA 

2. Bring out my inner diva and try to be half as darling and sassy as Beyonce

3. Try to eat only half my weight in otter pops

Baby steps y'all.

Free things are my favorite.

In case you haven't picked up a fact of my life, I live to shop (and eat and sleep but that's not the point of emphasis). I love it so much. Thank goodness for my bank account, I've perfected the art of window shopping and trying things on and buying them later when they're on super sale. No shopping day is as hallowed as the starting day of the Nordstrom anniversary sale, aka Black Friday for the wealthy. It's tradition for all the women in my family in the area to gather at an unearthly hour and make our trek to the best Nordstrom in the area and wait for those "golden gates" to open at 8 am. This year, my sister and niece where not able to attend in person and mi madre was driving up to Utah but wouldn't be anywhere near me so I had to go on my own. Normally this isn't a big deal given that the nearest Nordstrom was in Orem, a mere 10 minute drive. Since that one shutdown, I had to drive to the next closest one in Murray adding another 30 minutes to my drive. I debated whether or not to go when my inbox received an email from Nordstrom. It told me that if I printed out the email I would get a mystery gift card with anywhere from $10 to $200 to spend as I'd like. I'm a girl who loves free stuff and decided that if nothing else good came of the sale, I would have $10 to put towards my purchases of the day. Imagine my surprise as I cashed in that glorious email and received this:

Saleslady: "Congrats, you get a $100 gift card!"
Me: "Wait, what?!"
Saleslady: "You have $100 to spend as you please, happy shopping!"


Umm, greatest day of shopping ever! I love when shopping involves me not spending a cent out of my pocket. Who knew Nordstrom would love me so much!

It doesn't seem like much for $100 but I'm a happy little camper. Oh so needed shoes for exercising, rockstar smelling body washes, cutest pink nail polish ever and much needed blush and some samples. Lessons to learn: read yo emails kids. Sometimes there are gems in the 5 billion messages you receive from stores.

Mother what?!

Hi, my name is Angela Lynnette and I love Lil Wayne. While his lifestyle is as different as can be from mine (oh hey, I'm LDS) I still love my ghetto dirty rap music (mine are the clean versions that are missing a quarter of the words...love it). When my life is as boring as all get out and I have nothing to do, I #tweetstalk my celeb faves. I happened upon Mr. Carter's account and scrolled back until I saw this gem and then died laughing, revived and died again. Glad to see someone covered mother nature on mother's day. I'm pretty sure this wins in my heart for tweet of the year. You can call me Miss Carter or Miss Lawnmower anytime Weezy. I'm so pumped for the weekend and spending time with family and friends. Also if you haven't seen the new Spiderman movie, go now! I loved it so much I paid full price to see it in the real theater and everything and went by myself. #dedicated Love me some Emma and Andrew cuteness!

Sunday Highlights.

Sundays are such a highlight to my weekend. When else does one get a true break from the everyday duties to just relax, slow down and marvel all that we truly have in life despite all the craziness. Somedays I'm all about bullet points yo.
-sleeping in
-rushed breakfasting while church prepping
-church attending (church was so what I needed in everyway today)
-activity committee planning
-package receiving (thank you neighbor for finally being home when I came over-only took you 5 days to get on board)
-naptiming
-book reading
-dinner eating
-relaxing
-rain watching with the window open (can we say glorious?)


If the rest of this week continues on this same level of awesomeness, I'll be a happy camper (sans real camping of course...ugh #killmenow)

love = working together.

It started off like any other day...

The 4th involved many things I love. Hot dogs, red vines, fireworks, watching the sandlot, hanging out with friends, giving myself a "calories don't count" day, kettle corn, sleeping in, otter pops, parade attending, and donning my Riri wig once more...best $10 I ever spent I tell you.

 The typical peace sign pose

 The far from normal "I'm creeping on you with my one good eye with my eyemask on" that was immediately sent to Pasc, Los and Tiggy Rache.

My inner fat kid loving on red vines/reason #412 as to why someone this attractive might possibly be single.

Teach me how to swim.

It all started with my July issue of glamour magazine. I got it the day I left on vacay but left it in Utah. Upon my return, I saw said magazine but was distracted by other things (read: food) and but off reading its glossy pages for a few days. While drying my nails, I saw said magazine and casually flipped through until I discovered a small photo of ridiculously attractive shirtless men on the edge of a pool. A few pages, my wildest dreams came true and photos of said swimmers became a full page spread. After collecting myself, I finished said magazine only to go search in my archives for Cosmopolitan's bachelor issue from 2011 to continue attractive manfest. After deeming most of said bachelors decent but not nearly as visually stimulating as the Team USA swimmers, I once again returned to the glamour magazine. After another session of mangawking, one thing lead to another and I was googling the USA swim roster, which lead to google searches, twitter perusing and youtube viewing #rutroh. My personal favorite is Mr. Ryan Lochte with Cullen Jones in a close second. I'm pretty sure Ryan and I would be good friends for multiple reasons. Our mutual love of fashion, sttractive cars, heated pools and love of rap music. When I read that not only is his favorite rapper Lil Wayne as well (though I love Drake almost as much who Ryan has met...jeals) but his dog is named Carter after him. If that isn't love, I don't know what is. Feast your eyes on this #mancandy...

 Hi, my name is Ryan. I have nice arms and make this shirt look real good and the USA has never looked better on anyone and I can smoulder like whoa.

 I die for any boy with dimples period but add a rockstar smile, perfect teeth, hot body AND a face that attractive and I'm nearly dead.

 Why yes, I'm rocking a grill in my mouth. Thanks for noticing. Since when do grills look this good on people for real?

 I die over his man fashion. Skinny tie + whit shirt + studded suit = killed it.

Hey boy hey! Any man who can rock this style is worthy of my loving. #holla@yagurrrl

I'm pretty sure I'll be watching men's swimming during the Olympics this year to check out men if nothing else and to end in true "Reezy" fashion #jeah 

(In case you were put off by the title, I totally know how to swim but I'd be willing to learn 5 more times if Mr. Lochte were my teacher...wouldn't you?)