Memes, Use Them Wisely

Ok, so, there is something that is on my mind and it has to do with Facebook, of course. We all know I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook. Oh and this time it is Instagram as well, I never thought I would have this kind of relationship with Instagram, but there it is, out in the open. It is a meme, yes a meme, well several that I’ve seen lately, that has me, well, for lack of a better term, pissed off.

The offensive meme or memes, if you will, because they all pop up in different forms, is all about how if you love someone you will stay with them when they are going through a hard time.

Well, let me tell you something, someone else’s hard time does not mean you have to stay in an abusive relationship. Maybe these memes are meant for that, but it washes all over me, because people get to play the victim. Oh this person left me when I was going through a hard time. They are a bad person.

Let’s examine some things shall we, if you are with someone who, for example, drinks till they piss themselves then screams obscenities at you and kicks walls and breaks doors and puts your physical, mental and emotional well-being into jeopardy, you get to leave them and their hard time in the dust.

These memes are stupid, yes, I said it, stupid, because no one knows what the other persons hard time did to the one who left.

Wow, that felt good, I’m glad I got that out, it feels good to vent a little.

Was that a little too honest? maybe. Was it a little too telling? Maybe. Was it a little too harsh? Maybe. Was it honest? Yes.

I know I am projecting, and taking things personally, but maybe I get to do that in my world. Oh, wait, it is my world, so yes, definitely I get to project and take things personally.

Growing Old Bites

Ok, so, yesterday I had two men hit on me while at work, they were obviously older gentlemen, so perhaps they were lonely.

I very gently told both of them it was against company policy for me to give them my phone number or take theirs.

I know I should be flattered, and on a level I am, however, they were old. Like 70’s old, and I am not talking 1970s old, I am talking they were at least 70+ in years.

I am not that old, but now I feel like I should just buy a case of cats and call it a day. When did this happen? That I got so old I am no longer attractive? Except to old men!

I don’t understand how and when this happened, I wasted the last 10 years of my life and I truly regret it.

I wish I had foresight, that I could have seen everything that was to transpire, or that others had told me what they had personally seen. Maybe I would have gathered my wits earlier and fled to my freedom.

Who knows.

What I do know is I am not going to call practical strangers on the phone that I help at work and start a relationship. With anyone, young, old, or in-between, it could seriously get me fired.

So if you are out there and on the phone with tech support, do not, under any circumstances try and get the technician to call you outside the boundaries of their support. It is their livelihood you are playing with, and their self-esteem.

Man oh man, did mine take a nosedive, so sad, my mirror says one thing (glasses off, of course) than what society sees.

Should I give up my heels and just go with sponge like shoes, the ones that kinda squeak when you walk? Should I go ahead and buy an adult stroller? Have Tess push me around Wal-Mart?

Questions for the ages. I was feeling pretty good about myself, with the working out, the diet, the fascia blaster and face blaster. Now, all shot to Hades in a hand-basket. So very sad.

Any ideas on how to obtain a case of cats?

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Owasso Class of 1982 Reunion Weekend

I went to my class reunion this weekend, in Owasso, of course. It was a whirlwind trip that covered a host of emotions, experiences and amazement.

It is becoming jumbled so I am going to try to do this chronologically, I don’t know if I will succeed, we all know I am pretty scattered at times, but here goes.

Thursday evening was the drive to my favorite nephew’s home, in Claremore. I don’t even know if he can say he’s in Claremore because he is definitely in the country.

I had to wait until morning to see the countryside as I arrived after dark.

The greeting I received upon arrival was like a real homecoming. He and his wife were genuinely happy to see me, she even waited up to greet me. It was so great, they kept the baby up as well so I could get my baby loves! Loved that, he is so adorable! He is a really good genetic mix of the two of them, he has the best, most infectious smile. I truly loved spending time with all three of them.

Friday morning was catchup time with the favorite nephew, it has been way too long, phone calls are not the same.

Then it was time to go to Owasso, the place my heart lives, I started off with a trip to visit my parents and my son.

It has been way too long since I visited them, I was pleasantly surprised to find my brother there as well, I had been under the impression he was buried someplace else. Turns out he is next to our mom and dad, so I got to visit with him as well.

I love that cemetery, it is peaceful and hauntingly beautiful, the trees are perfect, the placement is perfect and I feel peace there. Before anyone says this is stupid, their souls are not there, I know that, I’m not stupid. However, I find it cathartic to talk to them in that place, therefore it is not stupid. We had a great talk, with me doing all of the talking, so, well, we all know I love doing the majority of the talking.

Next up was coffee and treat with my Best Friend, Tammi, we have been best friends since we were 13 years old. 13. Think about that.

We had the best time, coffee, small treat, talking, talking, talking, then the search for Owasso shirts. I have been literally dying for an Owasso Rams shirt for years. I didn’t want to order it online, I wanted to pick it out, try it on and buy it in Owasso. For me it didn’t count if it wasn’t purchased in Owasso.

I bought two, plus some OU slippers, it was a good day, oh and the socks! I found OU socks in Owasso! How great is that!

Followed by more shopping, more talking, more shopping, more talking, lunch, Mexican, of course. More shopping, talking, dinner, talking, more shopping, talking, dinner, talking. It was a great day. The best day in a really long time. The sightseeing, driving by old haunts, old houses and a tour of the city. Not to mention the impromptu photo shoot at the high school. So much fun was had by two Owasso girls.

The next day was the reunion, the reason for my visit, I have been looking forward to this day for what seems like an aeon.

I, of course, had to wear one of my Owasso Rams shirts and a mood necklace, yes, I said it, a mood necklace. It seemed to fit the mood of the day (see what I did there) and it’s cute.

I was suddenly nervous, I had not seen the majority of these people in 35 years, I knew most of them wouldn’t even know who I was. I also didn’t care, I just wanted to have fun and see everyone. Because I remember them, almost all of them, some I have zero memory of and it’s embarrassing, because of course, the ones I can’t remember, remember me.

I made sure Tammi was there to go in with, because that is what we do, it’s a girl thing, and a best friend thing.

First up was the name tag table, they had my name wrong, not blaming anyone, I am sure they got my name off of Facebook, where it says Angela, I asked if they had spare name tags so I could put my name on it. The woman at the table, sorry, I can’t remember who she was, graciously complied. She was very nice about the whole thing, which I appreciate.

So, with my Angie name tag, I was ready to face my classmates. I looked around the room and magically the years faded, we were all young, the boys all had full heads of hair and the girls were all unlined and slim. I haven’t hugged, smiled and laughed that much in years.

We caught up, we laughed, we met spouses and fell in love with a few spouses, ok one. I met my friend Randy’s wife and she is wonderful! Love her! Finding out we really don’t live that far away from each other was a bonus. I hope to see them before another reunion.

I was transported to a time when Foreigner was on the top 40 and we blasted Foreigner 4 on Pam’s stereo in her truck, down 169, singing at the top of our lungs.

I cannot say enough superlatives about the people who put this together. It was beyond fun for me, it was a homecoming with all that implies.

Owasso is more than just my hometown, it is the place I found myself, it was where I accepted myself in all my nerdy gloriousness. It was where I had real parents for the first time in my life, it is where I acquired my best friend for life. It was and will remain the most magical place on earth for me.

Vanity thy name is Angie

Vanity, such a small word, creates such a discussion. As we age, we are told vanity is a bad thing. But is it really? This is the age old question that plagues mankind.

From birth I was told I was the prettiest baby ever, then as a chubby checked adolescent I was told how pretty I was. I was going to break the boys’ hearts.

I remember my grandfather teaching me how to read, I was four. My grandmother walked into the room and said “she’s pretty, don’t make her into a bluestocking. She can make a good marriage.” It wasn’t until I read Gone with the Wind that I understood that sentence. I was twelve, I didn’t want to get married. Ever. I wanted to grow up to be the first girl Musketeer.

God bless my parents, they tried their level best to curb that vanity which had been instilled in my psyche since birth.

My dad would tell me how smart I was, while my mom would try and tell me the old adage, pretty is as pretty does.

True beauty, real beauty, starts from the inside and works its way outward. While that is all good and fine, vanity thy name is Angie.

I believe a healthy dose of vanity is a good thing. I know, I spent the last 2 to 3 to 4 years without my vanity. A shadow of myself, as it were. Once one loses the ability to care about what they look like on a daily basis, society as we know it begins to fall. Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither are beauty queens.

It takes a lot of effort, time and money to look as good as I do. It gets a lot harder and more expensive as I advance in age.

If you truly are a person who doesn’t care about what you look like, let’s examine that for a minute.

Do you bathe?

Do you brush your hair?

Do you wash your face and moisturize?

Do you put on fresh clothes?

Do you make sure your clothes match?

I’m willing to bet there is a modicum of vanity in everyone.

I will be the first to admit it is working in overdrive in my DNA. I am pretty, I know I’m pretty, I do not suffer from false modesty. I do not have self-esteem issues. I do admit I had self-doubt for a few years, but that was due to me allowing another person to dictate how I felt about myself. Guess what, I’m back, I’m vain and I am not afraid to say I am proud of that.

Reunion, Boots and Tattoos

Ok, so, next weekend is my high school reunion. For those of you keeping track, it’s number 35.

I am stupidly excited about this, I ordered new boots, I hope they will be here before I leave on Thursday. They are over the knee, pink, high heels and incredibly awesome.

Why not go all out, they have the boots in red as well, I figured I’d start with the pink and if I love them I’ll go back for the red.

Lately I feel as if I am coming out of a dream state, ok, nightmare state. I am getting back to me, all the things I loved about me.

Boot obsession is one of those things, and sweater dresses. It’s the season and I look good in those things.

I am regaining my sense of fun and whimsy as well, along with my love of all things D.C. And Marvel.

So, for my upcoming birthday I have decided I want a new tattoo. I was thinking about the Superman symbol, I’ve wanted that for a long time. But then I thought if Dean Cain and I get married how weird would that be. I then had the thought, on Friday, the 13th, I want the number 13 incorporated somehow. 13 is a great number in my family. My mom and dad were married on a Friday the 13th. That number has alway symbolized great love and good fortune to me.

So now I want a tattoo with 13 incorporated in it somehow. I am going to really have to give this some thought.

As usual, any comments or questions can be sent to angie@angieworld.com.

Well Hello World

Welcome to the all new Angie World, well not new, but it is officially all mine! I don’t think anyone will ever fully understand how completely joyous that makes me.

So, I have been waiting patiently to write until the transfer was complete and I have been holding some things in. Buckle up people, it’s gonna be a ride.

First off, corn is not a vegetable, it is a grain, it is what farmers feed cattle to fatten them up for slaughter. Think about that when you have nothing green on your plate, or your children’s plates. Go green, your body will thank you later.

Next, if you are in the passing lane I’m gonna need you to find your gas pedal. It is beyond ridiculous that you get in that lane and go as slow as possible. Whenever I get in my car the first thing I hear is I feel the need, the need for speed. You are hampering me in that endeavor, I greatly enjoy driving and I particularly enjoy driving fast. Get out of my lane!

I feel so much better. On to other business, I am still loving where I live so very much. It is very peaceful and God has blessed me with a great environment.  The dog, the cat and I are very happy indeed. We start every morning by singing and dancing, ok, Storm and I are dancing and singing, Ronald just stares. Wondering when he will be able to conquer this world he lives in.

Alexa and I are coming to terms, now when I ask for disco music she complies. No more telling me to speak English, which I am, granted with an Owasso accent, but that is still English.

I had a great day today, I admit, at first I was going to stay home all day in my pajamas. Watching movie after movie, maybe some episodes of Luther thrown in for good measure. Then I heard from a friend, she threw out the let’s meet today, so God said get dressed. Man am I glad I did, we had the best afternoon, we talked, laughed and prayed. Several times, over her life and ministry and over my life. I felt so calm and peaceful when we parted company. I came home to complete the transfer of my website so I can control it. All in all, a really good day.

I had a lot more to say, but I didn’t write any of it down as I was thinking it, which I should have. Because there were some fine rants in there.

Anyway, that’s all for now, just a quick update and a few mini rants. Remember, eat your greens!

As usual, all remarks can be posted here or sent to me at angie@angieworld.com.