Angela: Saviour of the Universe


So, I finished my two-day St. John Ambulance training. It was a fairly grueling two days. Two eighteen-hour days spent mostly on your knees.

Performing CPR, you perverts.

I ended up being all by my lonesome, (discounting the fifteen other people in the class) as Nic showed up two hours late, and they wouldn’t let her in for the rest of it. I am so glad I didn’t take her up on her offer to give me a ride in. Knowing how she is, I told her that Husband would be dropping me off before work. I was proved correct, (not that it was much of a stretch). Then Nic, (being the wonderful, bossy person that she is) suggested that I skip out on the rest of the classes and take them with her two months from now.


First of all, I was there on time. I had already been there several hours and wasn’t about quit now.

Second, the next available time isn’t until September. I think she’s pissed at me. I called her last night, and haven’t heard anything back.

I find it so amusing. Nic and Leef are SO MUCH ALIKE. They both are strong, independent, bossy women, who expect everyone to drop everything and run when they come a-calling. How odd that neither of them can stand each other?

Sigh. Is it normal to have two best friends that hate each other? I might even find it amusing if it didn’t interfere with fun-making.

Anyhow, about my CPR training. I can now save you if: you are choking, have stopped breathing, your heart has stopped, you are bleeding, you are impaled with a foreign object, if you’ve broken arm/collar/leg bones, and a bunch of other likely scenarios. Everyone can now rest easy.

Angela is on patrol.


About Angela

My name is Angela. I am a 28 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I'd rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, commercials, and Oprah 'reunion shows' make me cry. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don't understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing Broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe'en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related. I like vanilla body lotion, peanut butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets,, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corelle dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50's tchotchke, 'Idiot's Complete Guide To' books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper. I don't like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy. Books I've read recently The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dark Tower, When Nietzsche Wept, What's So Amazing About Grace?, Catcher in the Rye, Not Wanted On the Voyage, The Red Tent, The Little Prince, The Way the Crow Flies, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Poisonwood Bible, The Fall, The Knot of Vipers, Calculating God, The Chrysalids, Sick Puppy, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Franny and Zooey, The Brothers Karamazov, and jPod. I am slightly neurotic. No I'm not. Yes I am.

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