Life

I had a thought and I needed to get it down before I left, I have so much to do today and I can’t believe I stopped to do this. However, I believe my sudden insight might be helpful to others.

I have been saying I have no life, jokingly, but kinda serious. I said it to myself this morning, and I thought whoa, why am I saying this.

I literally have the best life I have had in so many years, I am beyond happy. I literally wake up singing and dancing with Stormie. Her singing voice is a bit better than mine, admittedly, but we muddle through. The dancing though, I have her beat on that one. So many years of watching American Bandstand and Soul Train finally pay off.

I live closer to my children than I have in quite some time, I see them more often.

I come home to a place that is filled with peace, that is a true oasis from the chaos of the world.

I have an amazing life and I need to stop saying I have no life, whether it is out loud or in my head.

If you are one who is doing this as well, stop, take stock of all that you have. Your friends, family, pets, the home that is a fortress against the crazy of every day life.

You will find you have a life filled with amazement and great Joy.

God has given me this amazing life and I am going to honor Him from now on. I will no longer be saying I have no life. I will be shouting from the rooftops that my life is joyous!

Peace out peeps! I hope your day is going to be as amazing as mine is.

Disdain

Ok, so, they moved my desk at work, I should be used to this as this is what they like doing. I will miss my old team, we had so much fun together. Giving each other a hard time, joking, helping with complex issues. We are now scattered.

I like the people on my new team, I seriously can get along with almost anyone. Almost. One of my new teammates, that I’ve know for quite a while now, said if Angie doesn’t like someone they must be the devil incarnate.

She’s not wrong, I can find good in anyone. Almost anyone. There are two people on my floor that I have serious disdain for. I take that back. One I have mild dislike and I don’t trust them, the other is disdain and downright loathing for.

This number will soon be going up by one, you see, in managements infinite wisdom, they are moving a certain someone’s group to my floor.

On the same side as my group. I am not looking forward to this event. However, since I am the consummate professional I will be able to tolerate this. They did put me in the back of the row, which helps.

I do like my new manager, I do believe we will get along well. I wish I could tell you her name so you could google her. She’s an Olympian gymnast. Seriously cool.

I am almost ready for Christmas, I have been very busy lately with all of that.

Oh I also have a stalker light. Ask if you would like that clarified.

Till later my peeps. As usual you can leave a comment here or email me at angie@angieworld.com

Shopping

Yesterday I did the thing I look forward to all year. Christmas shopping with Elizabeth Anne. It is always an adventure, filled with thoughtful consideration of the gifts we choose for others, laughter and yelling at each other. Usually it’s the turn here really fast that brings on the yelling. It’s always an adventure shopping with Elizabeth Anne.

I am almost done shopping, just a couple more things then stocking stuffers. Yes, my grown children still get stockings. They look forward to them, I look forward to filling them.

We moved desks at work, not a huge deal, except for the fact that I really enjoyed sitting by my old group. I am positive I will enjoy my new one as well. Some old friends in this one as well as new. Always an adventure and learning experience.

They had put my desk in the very front row, stressful as a certain someone who shall not be named is being moved to my floor. My desk would have been on the beaten path, as it were.

One of my amazing coworkers talked to my manager. Yes, I know, I should have, but being on a new team I didn’t want to be demanding right up front. Long story short, she moved me to the back, it’s all good in the hood now.

I am so ready for Christmas. I can hardly wait to spend time with my beautiful family.

I hope everyone likes their presents. That’s the iffy part, if they haven’t specifically told me what they want.

Oh! Oh Emm Gee!! Ok, so, Jeffrey’s fiancé’s oldest daughter, likes OU! She is officially my favorite! I can’t wait for her to open her present!

As usual any comments, complaints or criticisms can be left here or sent to angie@angieworld.com.

Go Owasso Rams, Take State!

I know I promised a review of Bitchie Belles, however I was sidetracked by Janet Evanovich’s latest offering. I haven’t laughed so hard reading a book since her last one.

Recently, several people, accused me of romanticizing Owasso, I plead guilty. Oh and this accusation will not change my romanticizing in the least. Just a public service announcement. Why is this important you ask yourself? well, let me tell you, my beloved Owasso Rams are in the State playoffs tonight, against Union.

I know, I don’t watch sports, but I do cheer for my teams, Owasso Rams, OU Sooners, OKC Thunder, I believe you get the point. I am a true hometown girl, no, homestate girl. I love my home state and will cheer for them all, I really hope the Rams win. Since yesterday was my Friday and it is Red day at work, I wore one of my Rams shirts. Today I will wear the other one. Showing support in this way is the very least I can do.

Let’s get back to the romanticizing of a town I haven’t lived in since 1987. Why do I do it, you might wonder, or not, I’m still going to tell you.

I do it because it was the place I finally had real parents, a mom and a dad who taught me so much. Who gave that unconditional parental love, which I had never had, yes, I had my grandparents, my great-aunt Effie and my many cousins and a host of aunts and uncles, but that does not replace that parental love.

I found a best friend that is literally my best friend for life, she and I are more like sisters than any bond I can imagine. Through thick and thin, miles apart and yes sometimes years without contact. The internet is an awesome thing and allows us to keep in contact way more. Through it all, that friendship remains intact, Owasso gave me that, something I cannot discount.

Owasso is the place I truly learned about God’s grace and forgiveness, I learned to be myself, my whole nerdy, geeky self.

I wouldn’t be the person I am without Owasso in my life, I shall romanticize that until the day I leave this earth. Then I will tell God all about it, He might be bored, because He already knows. The whole omniscient thing, He has that.

I can credit Owasso for me being the way I am, so if any of you have a problem with me, call the city of Owasso and tell them.

In other news, Christmas decorating is in full effect in this home, I am so excited, I have me and my fake boyfriend on the tree. If you follow me on Instagram or FB you can see us, together, hanging out, on the Christmas tree. We make such a cute couple, me as a snowperson, him in his Superman costume. So cute.

As usual, if you have any comments, feel free to leave it here or send it to me at angie@angieworld.com.

Bumble and Other Stuff

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas around here, the tree is up, lights are up and the decorations are up. I am missing some decorations, my candy canes and a lot of Christmas balls for the tree. I don’t know where they went, I think I left in such a hurry they might have gotten thrown out. Oh well, trip to the store in my future!
The last couple of Christmases have not been as joyous as they should have been. I will be making up for lost time this year, lights, hot chocolate, looking at the neighborhood lights. I am going to do it all, Christmas music playing as loud as I like, singing at the top of my lungs, yes, I do feel bad for my neighbors.

As you know, if you have been keeping up, I have been listening to a lot of Kellie Rasberry lately, especially on her podcast that she does with her husband Allen Evans. They met on Bumble and they talk about it a lot, incessantly, make it sound so great.

Well the other night I decided to take a look, what a nightmare, it paired me up with a creepy guy that works in my building. Let me tell you, I canceled that and deleted the app so fast it would make your head spin.

I know without a doubt it was God telling me to just wait, He has great things in store for me. So wait I shall.

No dating apps, no dating websites, none of it, plus I am still very broken. I fully realize I have nothing to offer anyone right now. I have massive trust issues, I don’t know if those will ever go away, not even if it’s Dean Cain.

I took Tess last week for her Christmas pictures, they turned out so cute. I dread the day she tells me she doesn’t want to do this anymore. I might cry, and I’m not a cryer.

It is stupidly hot here in Texas, we had a few days where I got to wear sweaters and boots. I am so very not happy. I bought new sweater dresses and new boots. Some really cute pink, over the knee boots, I have yet to be able to wear them. I am so very not happy. I know I said that twice but it needed to be repeated.

Can I ask you something? A serious question, answers would be appreciated. Why are people so mean and nasty to people they call for help? I get it that you’re frustrated and unhappy that your services aren’t working and by the time you get to my department you have had three to four or more technicians at your home. However, that is no excuse to call any company and say the most vile, hate filled and even racists things to the person on the other end of the line.

I was actually called the N word several times last month, me, yes, me. If any of you have ever seen me or seen a picture of me you will know that alone is the stupidest thing ever. But here’s the thing, why would you say that to anyone? I get that you believe you can say anything to people you can’t see, but this is beyond the pale. I’ll be honest with you, if you tell us your issue, don’t tell us to read the account, because I am here to tell you, when you talk to the off shore people, those notes don’t make sense. Tell us what is happening, and allow us to help you. Once you get to my level, you are in the advanced world, we have the tools to figure out why nothing is working and we also have the means to contact field managers and technicians. If it will never work, we’ll tell you the truth.

Stop calling places and screaming like banshees, it will get you nowhere.

I will tell you what has changed my attitude towards the people I speak to on a daily basis. Every morning, before I get out of my car, I pray, I don’t ask God to make people nice, I ask Him to change my attitude towards the people who come on the line. I ask Him to help me be nicer to them, to speak to them like they are human and their issue matters to me. And it does and it has made a huge difference in the way I handle my customers.

I love my job and I love my country, so there you have it. My secret to dealing with mean people is to pray for them before I talk to them and to pray I have a better attitude towards them.

I spoke to one woman last week that told me she wrote a book, I find that fascinating. I asked her if she minded sharing the title with me, I literally burst out laughing and on my break ordered the book. I will be reviewing it in my next post. Bitchie Bells, I cannot wait to read this book! It came last week and I have been waiting for some down time to dive in. This evening is my time, I will be reading it tonight, it isn’t a big book and well, I read fast.

As usual, any complaints or compliments can be left in the comments section or sent to me at angie@angieworld.com

Terry Crews

Ok, so, I was on Twitter and something caught my eye, I know, it’s usually Facebook, but not today, today it was Twitter and it was Terry Crews. He tweeted about his own personal experience with sexual assault. He said he was telling his story to let everyone know that women are not the only ones effected by this plague.

I don’t even know how the man had the nerve to do that to him, Terry Crews is not a small man, what has to go through someones brain to think that’s doable?

I want to start off by saying I love Terry Crews, not in a Dean Cain kind of way, but in a I love his acting kind of way. He’s incredibly funny, I cannot resist a big, athletic man doing comedy, I can’t explain it, but I love it. Mr. Crews made White Chicks, he stole the show. Just greatness.

He also comes across as very geniune, he seems to be very devoted to his wife and children, never caught up in a scandal. I believe him, I believe him when he says Adam Venit assaulted him, I believe it was incredibly brave of him to tell that story.

First off it’s not considered manly in our society to admit to things of this nature. For a man to be the victim in this situation, especially a man as physically big as Terry Crews. For him to come out and tell his story is amazing and brave and deserves headlines. It doesn’t take away from women who are assaulted and taken advantage of, instead it deepens the conversation. Who is safe in this world?

I have to wonder what went through that man’s head at that moment, for him to think this was ok. I have no words, I often wonder what makes anyone think this is ok.

Words are one thing, to say that women allow certain behavior from certain types of men are one thing. The acting out of said words is completely different.

I come from a world filled with men, manly men, blue collar workers. Mechanics, linemen, union men, I have heard everything in the world. I am so not easily offended, I can give as good as I get. I, myself, am pretty intimidating, which is probably one of the reasons I am not messed with.

I remember one time, in the 6th grade, an older boy decided to see if he could corner me and I honestly don’t know what he thought he wanted to do to me. I can tell you what I did to him, I grabbed him and beat the crap out of him. I was a tough little thing, his friends stood around and watched and spread the word, don’t mess with Angie.

No one ever did again in that school, and no other school, nor on any jobs I’ve ever had.

I’m not a nice person, typically things like this happen to nice people. I believe it’s because predators see nice people as easy targets.

I am not saying nice people ask for things like this to happen to them, I am saying predators know who their prey is.

I will tell you I have been mentally, emotionally and verbally abused by someone that told me he loved me. And then began to prove by his very actions it was not the case, and it took me a long time to escape that situation. I should have much sooner than I did, but I did, I am not weak for having stayed as long as I did. As a matter of fact it has made me stronger and just that much more resolved to spend the rest of my life alone, unless Dean Cain shows up. A whole different story.

Having said that, Mr. Crews, I will go see anything you star in, or have a supporting role in, I will watch you on tv, listen to your interviews. Everything. You sir are brave, strong and I want you to know I stand with you, as do your many fans. God bless you, many prayers going to you and your family.

Justice League

So I saw Justice League yesterday, I highly enjoyed it, way better than Superman vs Batman. While I love Marvel, I LOVE DC and am so happy they seem to be getting their act together as far as movies go.

The CW does DC right on television, from Smallville to the ones on now, Arrow, Flash, Legends of Tomorrow, Supergirl needs some work. Not a fan of the teenage angst that is going on among the adults on the show. I do love the fact that the CW incorporates actors from former movies and shows of the DC world.

Back to the movie, no spoilers as it just came out this weekend, I will say stay for the very end of the credits. There are two end of credit scenes, one is fun and one is a look ahead.

Everyone knows I love Superman, I have loved him since I was 4 years old and picked up my first comic. My real hero is Lois Lane, she was human and said what she wanted, did what she wanted and told the world what was going on. I wanted to be her from the get go, I still want to be her. Part of me is still that little girl who wanted so very badly to grow up and tell the world what was going on.

Undercover assignments, exposing corruption and telling the world about it, she was everything I wanted to be.

There are no Lois Lane’s in todays world, there are only Kat Grants. The Kat Grant that was a gossip columnist, not the Kat Grant portrayed on Supergirl. The one that tried to get Clark Kent to abandon his Kansas morals.

Those are the only women journalists I see on television, ones that have sold their souls. Where are the ones that are unbiased? The ones that just tell what is going on? Where are they? Are they lost forever? Never to be heard from again?

I don’t have an answer. Just a lot of suppositions, right or wrong, there you have it.

I have a very exciting week next week, I work Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, have off on Wednesday, which is a very full day. Taking Tess for her Christmas pictures for one. Then back to work on Thursday and Friday.

No Thanksgiving feasts for me, I have no one to spend that holiday with, I haven’t since 1993. I turn down friends invitations as they are pity offers and I do believe we all know how I feel about that.

These days even my friends have stopped issuing invitations because they know I will say no. I always felt weird going to someone’s house on a holiday, that I’m not related to. Does that sentence make sense? I don’t even know.

But there you have it, I don’t want to, I feel awkward and weird and I don’t like those feelings, so I work and then go home. I works out well for me and I do believe it works out well for others.

I do miss going to my parents for Thanksgiving, the days where everyone was there. My nephews, niece, brothers and sister and their spouses, the house was filled with laughter, food and so much fun.

Nothing can really ever take the place of that feeling, it’s better to just stay home than to remember what I no longer have.

So, since 1993, I have not celebrated Thanksgiving, not because I’m not thankful, but because I don’t want others to see how very alone I am.

I want my children to continue their tradition of celebrating with their dad’s side of the family. I want them to enjoy that and have the best time.

I’ll celebrate when I die and see my parents again, then it will be a real Thanksgiving. With all that implies.

Thor and Other Stuff

So much going on in my world right now, the holidays are upon us and surprises are everywhere.

Huge surprise of Friday night dinner was finding out Jeffrey asked his girlfriend Amanda to marry him! We are all very happy for him and her. She is a good addition to our family.

Tessa has agreed to the annual Christmas pictures, on one condition, nothing fancy. She said I got fancy last year so this year can’t be fancy. I almost can’t process it, but I am nothing if not flexible. I do believe I have found the perfect outfit. I’m not going to tell, I’m going to let it be a surprise.

I saw Thor: Ragnarok today, I was not disappointed, however I am a bit discombobulated by the experience. Loki or Thor, it’s a tough decision, a real conundrum.

However, BBFF to the rescue, he said date Loki and settle down with Thor. Perfect.

I know what you are thinking, where does this leave Dean. It’s all fine, it’s different universes, so I’m all good.

I have made a decision regarding my next tattoo. I have wanted the Superman symbol and 13 incorporated somehow. I have changed my mind, after much consideration I have decided I want a Viking symbol with 13 incorporated.

I feel very connected to that part of my ancestry. The more I learn of them the more I realize how much of my genetic makeup came from them.

I’m a fighter, a survivor, I don’t back down, when cornered I come out swinging and I don’t miss.

I want something that will always remind me of who I am and where I get my survival instincts.

The movie was greatness, I expected nothing less from Loki, I mean Thor, I mean Marvel. If you haven’t seen it, go, now, like drop everything and go.

Adventures

Ok, so, I am doing better, potato lodged in esophagus issue gone.

I have decided this will be my year of yes. I have had too many years of telling my friends no.

No to going to their homes for gatherings or movies or dinner, lunch, whatever. I would say no, not due to them, but what was going on in my life.

I have started saying yes and actually leaving my house. Case in point, last night I went to a gathering to say farewell to my favorite trainer. He is moving on and I am sad for me, happy for him. He is a great motivator and I know he is going to do great things. I’ll also miss him because he laughs at my jokes, if you don’t find me funny, we can’t be friends.

We went to Gloria’s, a fabulous place here in North Texas. We were having so much fun we decide to continue the party at a second location, Wild Salsa.

This is where things get interesting. I am going to digress for a moment, I genuinely love this group of people. I honestly never thought I would join a gym and make such wonderful friends. But I did and now they are stuck with me. What a deal, I get healthy and make friends.

Back to my story, we are at the second place and we spy two Cougars in their natural habitat.

I know what you are thinking, Angie, aren’t you a Cougar. Technically I probably could be categorized as one. I am of a certain age and I seem to attract younger men. That’s where the definition stops with me.

These two were real Cougars, it was amazing to watch. They latched on to the bartender. Which I found irritating, not because I thought he was cute, I did not, in all honesty he was a little old for me. I was was irritated because he was so busy sticking his tongue down both of their throats, yes both, he couldn’t make my drink.

I was all like um drink maker person come do your actual job. Then, to my delight, I saw another drink maker, I was mollified.

The Cougars were incredibly aggressive, they went after their prey with precision and cunning, one could tell they had honed their skills with many years of practice. One of the Cougars was a mere 2 years younger than myself. She honed in on her young prey with practiced ease. She was hunting for someone younger than the bartender. To my knowledge she did not bag her prey last night, but she did manage to slip him her number.

I don’t know if I am impressed or horrified or embarrassed. I’m not aggressive, I never have been, in my entire life, in any relationship. I’ve always been the one being chased, oh, wow, I’ve been the prey. Ok the analogy is getting a little murky.

I do have to wonder does that behavior work for the long term. Or, better pondering, are these aggressive women just looking for the now.

I’m not looking for anything at all. I just want to go out and Cindy Lauper it.

Chew Your Food

So I did something stupid Saturday afternoon that I’m still recovering from today.

Let me start off by telling you I have esophagus issues. I have to take small bites and chew really well, otherwise bad things happen.

Well, Saturday afternoon bad things happened. I was eating a bite of potato and I didn’t chew well and it was a bigger bite and it became lodged in my esophagus.

No big deal I thought, I’ll just drink some water and see if that will push it down. Or help me throw up and it will dislodge that way.

Nope, it was stuck in there pretty good, I just threw up everything I ate and drank after that. So I stopped eating, I kept drinking, hoping the liquid would get the potato out of my esophagus.

Nothing worked. I have to be honest, by Sunday I was beginning to get a little worried. By Monday morning it was a full on panic.

I decided to try a Coke, thinking either the carbonation or the Coke acid would remedy things. It did not. I just threw up Coke. And it was disgusting and painful. I really thought I was going to have to go to the emergency room. Which I don’t want to, they would have to put me under and scope me. I hate being under anesthesia. I have a really hard time coming out of it.

I told my friend Debbie what was happening because she said Angie you don’t look too good, are you ok.

She then told me in Taiwan people drink vinegar to dissolve fish bones in their throat. She’s Taiwanese, so I thought what the heck. Because at this point I am seriously becoming dehydrated and weak from not being able to eat.

I went home Monday evening and drank a small glass of vinegar. Not apple cider vinegar, but the white stuff. That I use for cleaning.

I about died. I thought Debbie told me that to torture me.

A few hours later I felt the potato dislodge and move on. Debbie is sooooo smart.

Because of my mishap I am still catching up on my liquid intake and eating has not been fun as my throats is sore from throwing up so much and from the potato lodged in it.

Lesson I learned is chew your food.