Falling Apart

I think I’m falling apart, I did something to my right knee and left arm. Also I have had digestion issues going on for a while.

So today I took myself to task for not taking care of myself. I dug through my Doterra oils and found the DigestZen, two drops in 4 ounces of water and within 10 minutes I felt instantly better. I did that two more times and I am feeling so much better.

Next up my knee, a few weeks back I was standing in CVS and turned and felt my knee pop. That is the only word I have for it, pop, the only thing I could do was stand there. It has been hurting like crazy since.

Today I heated up my leg and took my handy dandy Mini 2 Fasciablaster and went to work on it. It is not as good as new but it feels so much better. I have not worked on my shoulder yet. I’ll do that tomorrow.

Is it age? I mean I am 55, not on any medications, my blood pressure is perfect, cholesterol incredibly low and I have no insomnia. Maybe this is just the price I pay for all of that.

In other news it is curly hair season, officially, the humidity will kill me. Or my hair.

Oh have I mentioned I have discovered Chuck, a delightful Zachary Levi show that is now defunct. I honestly don’t know how I missed this when it was on television.

The cameos are awesome! Scott Bakula as Chuck’s dad is so much fun, especially when he says “oh boy”. I’ll be sad when I watch all of the seasons, but until then I shall enjoy.

It’s on Amazon Prime if anyone would like to check it out. I’ll put the links for the DigestZen and the Fasciablaster in case you want to research them.

my.doterra.com/angelabarsi1

https://www.ashleyblackguru.com/products/mini-2

Invisible

so I totally stole this from a friend of mine. I don’t think it’s true in my case. I don’t thing people see me at all. I firmly believe that if I were gone no one would notice.

On Sunday, at work, the tornado alarm went off and we had to go in the stairwell. It really hit home for me that, well, I have no one at home that would miss me if the tornado hit. Huskies are fickle, so Stormie wouldn’t miss me for long.

Fat Catstard would more than likely go back to his real Flerken family and soon forget about me.

If something happened to me at home the cat would eat my face and no one would notice for weeks.

So I really don’t think others think anything about me at all. I don’t say this to garner sympathy, I’ve lived my life this way. For better or worse this is who, where and what I am.

Happy Birthday and Father’s Day Dad

I know my Dad’s birthday was June 3rd and I didn’t write about it. I didn’t forget, I just had so many stories floating in my head. I thought I would combine two in honor of his birthday and Father’s Day.

My dad was a funny man, he had a sense of humor that was out of this world, with a laugh as big as the universe. He especially appreciated it when the other person got one on him.

The year we moved to Plano, I called my dad and asked what he wanted for his birthday. He hemmed and hawed and said he really didn’t have anything. I said well is there anything you need. He said yes, he needed socks, I wish you could have seen the unimpressed look on my face.

I said, socks, that’s it? Yes. Okay. So I tell Jeffrey, who was   two at the time, we are going to the mall to get Grandpa Testerman socks for his birthday. I put Jeffrey in the car, and off to Collin Creek Mall we go.

I marched into Dillard’s, the store of the decade at that time, right next to Sanger Harris. We went to the sock department and I thought that old man will rue the day he told me socks. I bought dress socks, white socks, all kinds of socks. Roughly a hundred dollars worth, this was 1988, so you know it was a lot of socks.

I put them in the gift box, wrapped it ever so pretty, put in another box, taped it all up and drove it to UPS. There was no tracking in those days, so I waited until I was sure it had been delivered.

I called, in the middle of the week, in the middle of the day, long distance rates be darned. My dad answered and as soon as he heard my voice he let out the biggest laugh. He said you got me, I have never had that many socks in my life. He loved the socks and the joke, but he didn’t learn his lesson.

A couple of years later, when Father’s Day was approaching, I called, asked what he wanted, typical answer, nothing. What do you need Dad? Ties. Ok, ties, gotcha.

This time it was Jeffrey and Elizabeth I put into the car, largely pregnant with Alex and off to Collin Creek Mall we went. This time I went to JC Penney, as ties are very different from socks and he might not like the styles or colors I chose.

I picked out 5, they were beautiful, silk, different colors with the matching pocket handkerchiefs. I wrap them ever so pretty, put them in another box, tape it up and off to UPS we go.

I wait and I wait, this time my phone rings, my dad says, those ties were beautiful, but they weren’t clip ons. I took them back to JC Penney, I got 10 ties for what you paid for those 5. That year the joke made it’s way to him and then boomeranged right back at me. I laughed hard, then asked why he didn’t like the tie ties. He said as he got older it was easier with the clip ons. But he loved them all.

I miss my dad’s humor, I miss his laughter and most of all I miss his wisdom. God gave him the gift of wisdom, discernment, and vision, I miss him every day.

So happy birthday and Father’s Day dad, have fun celebrating with mom and Jesse.

God Bless Kim Kardashian

I recently received an interesting request to participate in a poll, one of the questions was do you want to see more women in public office.

This is not a cut and dry question, it is not a simple yes or no. I would say yes, with a caveat, qualified women, qualified men, I want to see qualified people.

I would like to see a servants heart in these people, you are running to serve. So many forget that, you are put into political office to serve the public.

We, the people, hold the real power and the sooner we, the people, realize that, the better off we, the people, will be.

The ridiculousness of 20 candidates in one party, and each more clownish than the next, is beyond comprehension.

Another thing, God bless Kim Kardashian, a celebrity who actually put her money where her mouth is. Advocating for real prison reform and not only that, but advocating for real opportunities for these people coming out of the prison system. I don’t see any other celebrity coming forward and doing things of this nature.

It’s easy and commendable for people to help our wounded veterans, Gary Sinise comes to mind, he does so much for our veterans. Wonderful man, puts his money where his mouth is, and it is commendable, but these are heroes, and it’s easy to raise money for these men and women.

People who have broken the law, well, it’s different and people are a lot more judgmental towards people who have done hard time. It is harder for them to turn their lives around. It’s harder to get a job, it’s harder to keep a job, once they get it, that’s it, they are on their own. If they have spent years behind bars it is more than likely their families have forgotten about them, out of sight, out of mind. Society talks a good game, but when it comes to hiring an “ex-con” well, who really wants that in their place of business.

So yes, God bless Kim Kardashian and her willingness to leave her comfortable life and go visit a President that is vilified in the press and the public and advocate for these forgotten souls.

If more of us, and I am including myself, left the comfort of our lives and advocated for real change for what we are passionate about imagine the world we could have.

Would we have the utopia that was mentioned in Lois and
Clark by H.G. Wells? And yes, I can always work a Dean Cain reference into almost all topics of conversation.

I may take a lot of heat for this and I honestly don’t care, so many people want to say so many bad things about so many people. Why not turn that energy into something good, take this day to try and think about how you think about certain sects of people.

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

Peace, love and gossip, what? A Downtown Julie Brown quote on a Friday? #flashbackfriday

Fitish Skin Care Review

As you may have gathered by now, I am a skin care junky, I love it. I have been experimenting with skin care since I was 13. My best friend Tammi and I started with Noxema. Who remembers that? It was awesome, and did get me started down my path of taking care of my skin.

I also love the Kidd Kraddick in the morning show and have stayed loyal to them even after the loss of Kidd.

I tend to be incredibly loyal, so when they all started doing side ventures I tried quite a few of them. I love Kellie and her husband Allen’s podcast, A Sandwich and some Lovin and am a loyal listener and have even tried a few of their advertisers.

So when Jenna Owens started her company Fitish, I decided to follow that as well. When she started the skin care portion of her company I was eager to try the products. I started out buying the Cool Down spray for Elizabeth Anne, I really wanted to try it myself but held off.

Then they came out with their moisturizer Dewing It, that is when I caved and bought the moisturizer and the cool down spray for myself.

I really didn’t think I would see that much of a difference, as I really didn’t have any skin issues. Or so I thought.

I have lived with two things as long as I can remember that they have become part of who I am. I didn’t think anything would ever fix these two things so I really didn’t give it a thought.

One thing I have lived with is so weird, that nothing has been able to fix it. Where my nostrils meet my face has always cracked and bled, at times it has hurt so bad that it has brought tears to my eyes. I have always battled skin flakes around my nostrils, nothing helped, I have tried aloe, Neosporin, vaseline, Mary Kay’s Extra Emollient Night Cream (that helped the most but didn’t get rid of it entirely and last but not least Vick’s Vapor Rub. Nothing helped and I was resigned to live with it for the rest of my life. I was constantly putting moisturizer on it to quell the flaking.

I started using the Dewing It and the Cool Down spray, the moisturizer twice a day and the spray once a day. After about a week it hit me, my nose didn’t hurt, I quickly looked in the mirror, no flaking at all, no split, it was completely healed. Completely. Nothing had ever done that before, I was amazed.

So I thought hmmmm could this be the answer to my other problem. My ears are constantly flaking as well, the inside of my ears seem to produce dead skin at an amazing rate. I have tried all of the above products plus hydrogen peroxide, nothing worked. It didn’t even keep it at bay, so I began spraying my ears with the cool down spray and the next day after the first time the dead skin was minimal, I have been doing it every night since and have been blown away by the results.

These product are infused with CBD oil, so apparently I cannot travel with them for fear of being arrested at the DFW airport.

They do not have the THC part of cannabis, just the CBD, I loved the products so much I have ordered a second round of them.

The only thing I would change up, is I would add a little spatula to the moisturizer as it is in a jar. Since I am a Mary Kay skin care consultant I have a ton, but the average person might not.

Other than that, the package is beautifully done, their customer service is excellent. I had an issue with the spray nozzle on the spray and they handled it exponentially and perfectly.

I loved everything so much that I ordered the lip balm and I love that as well. No greasiness, just smooth and soothing, I highly recommend that as well.

I will include a link to their site below, but my opinion of this product is excellent. Jenna Owens has knocked it out of the ballpark with her products. I do hope they come out with a mask soon, I think that would be awesome!

https://shop.fitish.com/collections/beauty

Dream or Nightmare?

Ok so, the strange dreams just keep coming. Last night I had a dream that someone was impersonating a friend of mine who has passed away. She went home several years ago and I miss her very much.

Well this woman shows up and just assumes her identity. She was trying to convince myself and several other mutual friends that she was indeed our dead friend.

She convinced my friends mother (who is also passed) that she was her daughter. It was so weird, I kept saying no, this is not our friend. My voice was completely drowned out. I woke with a start and scared Fat Catstard.

My subconscious or God is trying to tell me something. I need to figure it out fast. These dreams are getting in the way of my dreams of Dean Cain.

Nothing new on the dating front, I did swipe right on one, said hello, he said hello back. Then he deleted me. I guess I didn’t say hello the right way. I laughed so hard because it is exactly what I do. Maybe that was meant to teach me a lesson, but it didn’t.

I really believe in my heart of hearts I am going to marry Dean. So there’s that.

Ok still looking for a dream expert. If you know what my dreams are trying to tell me I would love to know.

Inanity

I need to have a little rant on here. There is something I hate so very much and almost every single man that approaches me on this dating app does it.

Tell me about yourself.

What?

What does that even mean? You’re a complete stranger. Whatever happened to conversation? Asking questions? Why not start with something simple, favorite color, favorite beverage. What happened to simple conversation? Getting to know a person over time.

Why on earth would I have verbal diarrhea with you when I don’t know you. Some fool said tell me your hopes and dreams. Does that work? Are men getting women to go with them with that line? It’s a horrible line!

Don’t get me wrong, I love a good line, these are not good lines.

Here we go, I’ll tell you about myself, buckle up.

I love sci-fi, I love action movies, romantic comedies, comic books and history. I love Jesus, I still have a hard time grasping how much God loves us to send His son for our sins.

I love my children and grandchildren, I love my Fat Catstard and Husky, we are cohabitants. They do none of the housework, lazy creatures.

I digress, if you are one of those men saying things like tell me about yourself, stop it, it’s inane. I find it irritating and I will block you. Ok it doesn’t take much for me to block, but still, ask something specific, not a broad brush stroke.

Ok, I think I’m done.

Memorial Day 2019

This is the day we celebrate those that gave their lives so we could have our lives. Yes, I said celebrate, we mourn, then we celebrate lives well lived. When an individual signs up for military duty they are giving their lives and those lives are well lived.

There has been a member of my family in one of the branches of military since 1774. I am proud to say that, I am proud of all of them.

During WWII all of my uncles enlisted, all 5 of them, I cannot imagine what went through my grandma and grandpa’s minds. Their hearts must have been leaping into their throats every single time they heard a news report.

All 5 of them came home, I have never really sat and thought of the ramifications of that happening. How incredibly blessed they were that all 5 of their sons came home.

One did pass later from a brain tumor that we are pretty sure he got while in the war. Chemical warfare is a real thing, and there are consequences of that.

But all 5 came home, J.H., Walter, Albert, Wayne and Laverne, my uncle Laverne passed before I was born so I never got to meet him.

I was raised on a steady diet of patriotism and giving back to a country that gave our family so much.

My grandfather talked about General Washington so much that I didn’t learn he was our first President until I was in kindergarten.

I learned of my family’s sacrifices over the years to this amazing country that I get to live in from my dad and my grandfather. I learned of heroism, sacrifice and yes, blessings, to this family.

On this day, especially, I am proud to be an American, I am proud of all of the men and women who sacrificed the ultimate price so we could enjoy our freedoms here at home.

The freedom to say what we want, when we want, not freedom from consequences, but freedom not to be killed over our beliefs. Freedom to Worship God and say the name of Jesus without fear of beheadings. Freedom to marry who we want, freedom to divorce if they turn out to be not so nice. Freedom to raise our children, to teach them the sacrifices of our forefathers.

So, on this Memorial Day I leave you with this thought, pray for the families who have sacrificed their sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, husbands, wives and lovers so we can enjoy the bounty of our country. The United States of America.

So Much No

I don’t know where to start, so much is making me scratch my head, to say I’m perplexed is an understatement.

Shay has accused me of being a dude with breasts, so be it. But I have to tell you if women are falling for some of these things then my gender is in trouble.

First off if you have on your profile that you like to give massages and touch is important I am literally gagging.

God bless the honest men out there, one said if you go to church don’t choose him. People who go to church freak him out. Ok. Next. One said give me your phone number after one sentence. Ok. Next.

One said let’s meet after exchanging a few pleasantries, he has a dog named Wookie. He’s in the running. We’ll see.

Also, it’s obvious when pictures are old. I don’t want to see you when you were in high school. That’s a picture you share when you’ve been dating awhile. See what I used to look like. Fun stuff.

The whole don’t swipe right on me if you voted for fill in the blank. I’ll swipe left on those all day long, it doesn’t matter who is in the blank. If you are basing your dating life by the voting booth I can’t even relate.

And the UT people! Why are you swiping right on me??? In two of my pictures I have OU gear in! It’s a hard pass for me. October would be a mess. I can’t even.

I’m still on there. I haven’t met anyone as of yet, still hoping for a Dean.

Dating Update

I know everyone has been waiting with baited breath for my next dating update. Do men even read the profiles or just look at the pictures? Because if they read my profile they would know, somewhat, who I am. But they are all not reading, perhaps they are not able to? Or if they do they are just ignoring what I’ve said, which is just as bad.

I’ve been told that I just don’t know how to talk to men so they will find me interesting. I don’t know how to be helpless, so they will feel like they can take care of me.

I don’t think I can do this, I think that woman I heard on A Sandwich and Some Lovin’ was right. If you are a woman over 50 you just need to give it up and get a cat and expect to live your life alone.

I refuse to water down who I am, I did that for way too many years. I wasn’t myself when I was married, my fault, not blaming him. I began to be someone else when in a horrible relationship, totally on me, I should have ended that years before I did.

So now, I am Angie, I am a self admitted bookworm, nerd, comic-book reading, Sci-Fi loving and purple-haired GiGi.

I would rather live alone with my Flerken and Dire Wolf than be in another relationship where I lose who I am.

Ok, so, there was one man, who is an airplane mechanic, that swiped right on me, I swiped right on him. Conversation begins, I find out he is an airplane mechanic so I say oh that’s really cool, my oldest brother was an airplane mechanic. He then unmatches with me, to be honest I would have unmatched with him. The conversation was stilted and he wasn’t into the things I am into, it would have been another disaster.

But a friend said that he did that because I compared him to another man. Ok I am going to need a man to explain this to me, was that the case, or was he just a jackass?

I don’t think I can do this, I am not anyones type, seriously, is there a man out there who wants to talk superheroes, mythology, the Bible, Shakespeare, Whedon and travel?

I know I’m weird, I am not going to change, I refuse to be something I am not. So here I sit, a wolf at my feet, a Flerken plotting my demise and I am wonderfully happy.

I’ll keep the dating app, as I promised Shay she could man shop for me on Sunday.

Any thoughts, comments, criticisms or tips please feel free to say it here or email me at angie@angieworld.com.