Inspired by Kellie and Allen Evans

It’s no secret to anyone who knows me that I am a huge fan of Kellie Raspberry of the Kidd Kraddick in the morning show. Yesterday was the anniversary of Kidd Kraddick’s passing, the whole show is in my prayers. Kidd’s death hit me hard, and I had never met him in person. However I invited him and the crew into my home and car every weekday morning. They have made me laugh, cry and think, without Kidd they have carried on admirably.
Which gets me to the heart of my thoughts today, I have been listening to Kellie and her new husband, Allen in their podcast. A Sandwich and Some Lovin’. I love the name.
Well during one of them they were talking about how Allen makes a bucket list every year. It is not New Years Resolutions of doing better on a diet or anything like that. He actually makes a list of things he wants to accomplish during the year. I thought wow, that seriously makes sense, why wait until you are on death’s door to make a list of things to do. Why not do that yearly while you are healthy and can enjoy doing those things.
It’s kind of late this year for me, I am out of vacation days due to the kind of year I have had, however I am thinking ahead to next year.
On my list for next year is the trip to Wyoming/Montana, Yellowstone Park with some friends. 4th of July in Florida, I hope to talk Elizabeth Anne into going with me. I really want to see the Disney Fireworks for 4th of July. I think that would be spectacular.
Comic Con San Diego will be on my list for 2019, I will have to really budget for that one. It has been my dream for many years to go. I think about how much fun that would be, so many geeks, nerds, dorks, comic loving, science fiction aficionados in one place! I would literally be in heaven!
I will be thinking of other things to put on my list as well.
Following their love story and listening to them with their new podcast has also done something else for me. It has made me hopeful for the future. Now I am not so sure the alone life is what I will end up with.
Perhaps I will meet Dean Cain and we will fall head over heels in love with each other. Or maybe a Dean like man, we’ll see.
Until then I intend to live a life that honors God in every way I can. I will enjoy this life He has given me and I will do and see as much as I can.
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Hello, I’m Angie

Do you ever just look in a mirror and think wow, God does really good work. Just me? Seriously? You should try it sometime, does wonders for your self-esteem.
So, I have a giant pet peeve, I really can’t hold it in any longer, something happened a few days ago and it really is bothering me.
There are very few people that get to call me Angela, it’s a handful of people. I hate it when people call me Angela that do not have permission to do so.
Angie, that is my name, it has been my name since I was 12, you see when my mother acquired me, she looked at me and said Angela is a snob name and you are not a snob (wishful thinking on her part) I’m going to call you Angie. Henceforth I have been Angie. Looking back I do believe it was her way of getting to name her daughter. Since she didn’t have that luxury when I was born.
So Angie I became, I have since become the embodiment of an Angie if you will.
To the person who started me off on this tangent, I have known you since the 8th grade. We have drank together, we popped Dexatrim together, we pretended to look for jobs together. You called me Angela? Seriously? It’s as if we never knew one another.
I am offended, disgusted, disheartened and dismayed and downright insulted.
You never knew me as Angela, ever, so why resort to it now? It’s like you wanted everyone to think you really didn’t remember me. Oh, wow, maybe that is for the best, scratch the Dexatrim reference. I’ll pretend I don’t remember you as well.
Ok, all of those reactions might be a bit of an exaggeration, however, I am a wee bit, ok, not a wee bit, a lot bit pissed off.
It’s like when one of my nephews does it, ok, one did it, so obvious it wasn’t him thanking me for the birthday wishes. It was his wife, that I’ve never met, therefore she really doesn’t know my name. Next time just don’t answer if you don’t know my name.
Angie, how hard it that?
I think I prefer the Angie due to the fact it’s what my mom named me. That is not to say the ones I allow to call me Angela aren’t allowed to. They are, they know who they are, and they know that I am perfectly ok with them calling me that. It is between me and them.
But to the rest of you, allow me to introduce myself: Hello, my name is Angie.
In my defense of this rant I’ve had a lot of caffeine in the form of Black Riffle Coffee.

Product Review Maria Kang’s Belly Ball

I have to put a disclaimer on this before I begin, I have been doing a few product reviews lately. First off, I am not paid to do the reviews and all of the products I have reviewed I have bought or have received a free sample in the mail.
Having said that, let’s get started on my review of Maria Kang’s Belly Ball.
Now I have been eyeing this for roughly a year, I have been intrigued and have wanted this product. The next bit may be a little TMI for some folks, however, I want to keep this as honest as possible.
For years I have suffered with bloating and stomach aches, no matter what I do seems to alleviate it.
Now, some things do cause it, sugar, dairy, things like that. However, even eliminating the offenders doesn’t get rid of the issue completely. I can start out with a flat stomach and by the end of the day I look around 4 months pregnant. It’s painful in more than one way.
I follow Maria Kang on Social Media, I really enjoy her Instagram posts. Well, she talks about the Belly Ball a lot. It is her own invention and really does use it.
It is no secret that I am a huge fan of Maria’s, if you will recall she is the No Excuse mom. She received a lot of flack for the picture she posted with her, looking amazing, with her three sons, the caption, What’s Your Excuse.
I have said it before, I’ll say it now, I wish someone like her had been around when my kids were little. I yo-yo dieted for years, never really understanding nutrition. Until about 6 years ago, then I really began to understand protein, grains, vegetables and how they all played a part. Also refined sugar, so bad for you, anyway, I bought the Belly Ball.
It is an amazing little thing, the first night I used it I felt instant relief from the bloating pain. Now, I am a user of foam rollers and the FasciaBlaster, I am used to hitting spots that are painful and need to be worked out. I have never hit a spot on my abdomen like I did with the Belly Ball.
I love this product, I have seen and felt instant results as far as alleviating the pain and the embarrassment of the bloating issue.
I do believe that the Belly Ball as it exists now is being discontinued, so you will need to hurry. I have already convinced one of my friends to buy it. She also has had a good experience with it.
I highly recommend this product for all women who have digestion issues.
Once again, I was not paid for this review and I paid the full price for the Belly Ball, well no, that is a lie. I had a discount code that I used.
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My Youngest

I can’t believe my youngest child is 26 today. It doesn’t quite seem real. Wasn’t it just yesterday I found out I was pregnant with him?

Alex you were and continue to be the best surprise. You have grown into the most incredible man. I am amazed at your tenacity, insightfullness and the love you have for your family. 

When I look at you I see so much of my dad in you. You have that ability to look inside a person and see who they are. At times your honesty can seem blunt, however, I’d rather that than subterfuge. 

I hope you never lose your love of life, your ability to make good decisions and your ability to see the truth. 

I love you more than you will ever know, you will always be the best surprise of my life. Happy Birthday! 

Happy Birthday Tessa

Today is my amazing granddaughters 10th birthday. As she enters into the double digit territory I am filled with memories of her as a baby, toddler and finally a little girl.
She enters into the dubious world of pre-teen, and all that entails. There are certain hopes I have for her.
I hope she never loses her wonder of learning new things. I hope she always keeps that innocence about her, the ability to trust and the knowledge that the people that love her will protect her.
I hope I always have the relationship with her that I have now, the one where we laugh at the silliest things and have sword fights. The one where she insists I tell her stories before she goes to sleep when she is with me. They have to be true stories, then she guesses who they are about.
I hope she always keeps that sense of excitement about her, where she very literally jumps for joy at the things we think are simple as adults.
I hope she never outgrows me, that she’ll always want to spend time with me.
I hope more than anything that as she grows up, she understands that she can be anything and go anywhere she wants.
I am picking her up in a little while and we begin our week together. I hope she will want that every year, even when she is grown up.
I know that is unlikely, that she will want to spend time with her friends when she is a teenager. That eventually spending time with Gigi won’t hold the allure it does now.
I will treasure this moment in time, this magical time, the time where for a brief moment I am fun and she enjoys being with me.
Happy Birthday to my beautiful granddaughter, may your whole year be filled with wonder and surprises.

Owasso Reunion

I have been thinking about Owasso a lot lately, not the Owasso of today, but the Owasso of my youth.
With our 35, yes 35, year high school reunion looming on the horizon of course that sets off my memories.
I was teetering on not going, I have not been in a good place in my life and really didn’t want to have to face my more successfully counterparts.
But now, well, life has changed and I feel good again, hopeful, thankful, and yes, happy.
I have a deep love of Owasso, that is not a huge secret. Owasso was the place I learned who I really was, a geeky, nerdy, book loving, sci-fi watching girl. Who seriously made no apologies for any of her quirks. And there were and are many quirks.
It was the first place I felt fully accepted, I had a mom and dad that really wanted me to be there and loved me. I had a best friend, I had a great school, I had so much fun.
It was the place I accepted Christ, in a church that was filled with people just as quirky as I was. A church that was loving, fun and filled with real people, who didn’t shy away from their human failings.
A failing was just a lesson, you could learn from it and not do it again or you could just keep doing what you were doing and keep failing. They would still love and accept you.
It’s where I learned how to shoot a gun, how to cook a roast and how much I hated domestication. Owasso was where I learned my parenting skills, without being taught those I don’t even know what kind of mother I would have been.
Owasso is the place I will always call home, it is a place where I will always run away to when life is overwhelming.
It is a place where I can breath, where I still feel accepted, even though I don’t really know anyone there anymore. I think a few of my high school comrades still live there, but not many.
At times I have thought about returning to live, however, I am firmly entrenched in Texas. The place I have chosen to live, my children are true Texans and now my granddaughter is as well.
I would never leave them, but without Owasso having been in my life, I’m pretty sure there would be no them.
So, to my 35th high school reunion I will go, I will look at my classmates and see them as they were. Young, beautiful, and full of life and ready to take on the world.
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Face Blaster

I have found a fountain of youth miracle, in a little product called the Face Blaster, created by Ashley Black. If you will remember a while back I bought the Fascia Blaster, and loved it.
Well, I have been coveting the Face Blaster for a few months. I have been watching the women on Facebook posting miracle, turn back the clock, results with this product.
It’s no secret I have had a rough couple of years and they have aged me greatly. It is also no secret I have zero plans to age gracefully. I don’t want to, I don’t care who knows it and I don’t care who judges me.
I fully believe that by using Mary Kay Skin Care products and good genetics have slowed the aging process in my skin. I needed more help than that now, stress can be a huge factor in the aging process.
I have eliminated a huge amount of stress in my life, so now is the time to focus on my looks. I don’t care who judges me for that. Judge away people, judge away, because while you are busy judging I am busy turning back the clock.
On Mother’s Day this year I decided to gift myself the Face Blaster, I had some funds in a few shopping apps that I participate in, money wasn’t a factor. So I did it, I took the plunge and ordered it.
I waited with bated breath for it to arrive, it took the longest three weeks ever.
It arrived on a Saturday, I eagerly tore open the box, there it was, my own personal time travel product.
To say I am amazed is an understatement. This tiny tool has given me back my face. The lines are disappearing along with the sagging skin, it is firming everything on my face, neck and shoulders.
It hurt at first, because the muscles in my neck were so tight and it was painful to run the tool over them. But as I continued “blasting” they loosened up and now it doesn’t hurt.
the lines around my mouth have all but disappeared, the lines around my eyes are getting lighter in appearance. I feel free, I feel light and I feel like myself once again. I will post pictures of my progress at the end of this entry.
I highly recommend this product, I not only use the Face Blaster on my face I am using it on my calves as well.
My calves have been rock hard and painful to the touch as long as I can remember. When I get a pedicure I cry if they try to massage my calves. I beg them to stop, this tool has worked out the hardness and now they are almost pliable. So much this little thing can do.
I highly recommend the Face Blaster along with the Fascia Blaster. I am still in awe of that product as well, I am in less pain with my IT band and also my shoulders hurt less and my posture has improved.
God Bless Ashley Black for inventing these products, and making them available to the public. No, I am not getting paid to say this, all of my product reviews are totally my own and products I have bought myself.
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Happy Father’s Day

As Father’s Day is tomorrow I will, of course, be writing about my dad.
You see my dad chose to be my dad, he and my mom made a decision to become parents in their golden years. Years they could have just taken it easy, enjoyed retirement and gone on their merry way. They chose to take in and formally adopt a girl no one wanted. For that I will be forever grateful.
My dad was my hero, he was funny, smart, giving, tough, kind and said whatever he thought. He was the perfect example of how a true Christian should behave in all situations. He never spoke down to anyone, he listened to everyone’s opinions before voicing his own. He lived by example not words, now he had words but his example was tantamount to who he was.
I like to think I get a lot from him, my ability to laugh at tough situations in life, rely on God for everything. Recognize when God is sending help and opening doors and voice my opinion and listen to others. Express concern, take action when necessary and step back when needed.
My father was an extraordinary man, an example of manliness when the world was trying to stamp down on masculinity. He could fix anything that broke, he could sooth a crying child with a word and let would be suitors know he knew how to use a gun if need be.
This is one of my favorite stories, I rarely got second dates and I couldn’t figure out why. Until one of the boys I went out with finally told me what really happened after they knocked on the door.
Like any true girl of a certain age, I waited the 5 full minutes after the boy knocked on the door to come out of my room.
My dad took full advantage of that 5 minutes, he would silently lead the boys into the den, where his guns were on the wall. He would sit them in front of the guns, he would look at the guns, then look at the boy. He would do this the entire 5 minutes.
I went home and confronted my dad, he laughed for a full 20 minutes. He then said if a boy couldn’t withstand that kind of scrutiny he didn’t deserve me.
I miss that man so much. He was so full of life and laughter and was truly a man of God.
We could all use a Foy Testerman in our lives, I will be grateful the rest of my life that he chose to be my dad when he didn’t have to. That he gave up an easy life to take on a wild child and take on the Herculean task of taming her.
Happy Father’s Day to all of the dads out there, whether biological or otherwise, you all rock.

Fat and Happy or Fat and Sad?

Sunday after work I had to stop at the grocery store on my way home from work. As I went from aisle to aisle I found myself in front of the ice cream. I stood there for what seemed a long time and made a decision. I was going to be fat and happy, why not, I’m never going to meet Dean Cain so I might as well go for it. I quickly grabbed the caramel cone by Haagen Das. It is my favorite, it is so good, if you are not worried about calories give it a try. I promise you it will make your eyes roll to the back of your head.
I make my way to the produce department and get my healthy food then I check out and leave.
I get home and unload everything, as I put the ice cream in the freezer I stop and stare. I just stare at the caramel cone sitting there, and I thought I can’t eat this. What if I really meet Dean Cain? I won’t be fat and happy, I’ll be fat and sad! There is nothing worse than a fat and sad Angie.
So, eggplant and mushrooms were for dinner, a sad and healthy Angie was in for the night.
Maybe when I am 98 I’ll be able to eat whatever I want because I won’t care. Of course I’ll be living until I’m 120, so maybe not 98. We’ll see.
A co-worker and I were talking about movies a few weeks back, I was telling her how much I liked the movie Friday. As she stared at me I explained that someone I used to work with recommended it and I had recommended my favorite movie American Dreamer and we exchanged movies.
She said she had never heard of American Dreamer, I said you have to watch it. So I loaned her my copy and she said she enjoyed it.
I decided to watch it again, as I had not seen it in years, I still laugh just as hard as the first time I saw it in the theater back in 1984.
JoBeth Williams is just a delight and Tom Conti is brilliant at playing the straight man.
I think I identify so well with JoBeth Williams character because I have been her. The person not appreciated in her real life and the biggest escapism are books.
Books are still my biggest escapism, I can lose myself in certain characters, eras and situations for hours. Days even. If I ever hit my head and think I am a character in a book I can only hope I am rescued by an Alan McMann. And find myself in Paris of course, the Paris of then, not now, you seriously could not pay me enough to lose my memory in Paris right now.
1984, yes, now, no.
No fat and happy Angie is gong go now and read a book and lose herself in a character.
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Game Requests

I play games on my phone, I know, huge shocking surprise. There are three of them that I play with regularity. They all three involve playing with partners. Two of them, Words with Friends and Word Streak, I play with friends on Facebook. They are fun and I know the people.
The third game, Yahtzee, is played with strangers, the game suggests people at the same skill level as you are.
You do have the option of playing the game, which is what I did until I started getting requests.
It is a lot of fun and I do enjoy playing, I admit I’m not the best at keeping up with the game, I will go a few days without responding.
You can also message within the game, which I don’t do, I will respond, however I don’t initiate. In Yahtzee, because I don’t know these people, well, a couple of them initiated contact.
They said hello, I cannot undo my upbringing, I responded with hello. That’s when it turned a corner, apparently just saying hello invites people, men people to hit on you.
I shut that down real quick, I don’t play those games, I especially am not in the mood to play any games of that nature online. I find it disturbing as people these days find it so easy to go online, find someone and cheat on their unsuspecting partners.
Now, I am not saying these men are cheaters, they could be single, I didn’t stick around long enough to find out as I am never dating EVER again.
Unless it’s Dean Cain, then it won’t be dating, we will just go get married, I am convinced he will fall in love with me after just saying hello. That’s not a pipe dream, right?
Ok, so I’m not really delusional, I know I will never meet and marry Dean Cain, he is my safety net. When I say things of that nature people, by people I mean men, think I’m crazy and will leave me alone.
I don’t understand why anyone would flirt, hit on, come on to or whatever you call it, to me in the first place. I am not even passably pretty, that’s what I have learned these past few years, apparently my personality isn’t that great either. I have also learned I am not as funny as I think I am. The only reason a man in his right mind would want to be with me is to use me for what I can do for him.
At this point in my life I am not doing anything for anyone who is not a member of my family. I am including my sons girlfriends in there as well, as family.
So if you are a man who thinks I am an easy mark due to the fact I am not attractive, funny or anything else a man would find attractive, keep it moving buddy. I am not interested, nor will I ever be, I plan to live the rest of my life in peace. Unless Dean Cain really does decide I am the one for him, then I will get married.
So there you have it, alone and joyous for the rest of my life. Calm, peace, quiet, I like the quiet, no yelling or screaming obscenities, it’s nice.
Good luck to all of the ones out there do actually want to embroil themselves with other people.