Memorial Day

Do you ever get a friend request on Facebook and just stare at it thinking who is this person? I do, all the time, sometimes I realize who they are, sometimes I never do. The ones I never recognize I refuse to accept. No matter how many friends in common we have. Why on earth would I want to be friends with you when I don’t know you? Online that is. In real life I love meeting people and making new friends. I find it creepy online.

I am getting a lot of strange requests lately, the timing seems odd.

I am finally getting back to normal from the food poisoning incident. Saturday was the first day I felt 100% normal, so in typical Angie fashion I overdid it.

Since my son Jeffrey and his new bride’s celebration was that night I had to get my nails done. Of course.

Then, and here is where the overdoing it comes into play, they had Mexican food at the party. I haven’t eaten since Monday, so, yeah. It was good and it was worth it, but Sunday I paid a price, I did not feel good.

Today is back to being me, so of course it was off to see Solo, I could not allow another day to pass without seeing that gem. Gem it is, everyone should go see this movie. Ron Howard did not disappoint, so many fun things in this movie and such a love letter to the fans of the genre.

I also saw Deadpool 2 this weekend, go see that as well, do not and I repeat, do not take your children unless they are adults. Then it’s fine.

Back to the odd timing of things, I am getting really strange requests on Instagram and Facebook.

So, on Facebook, this man sends me a PM (private message) asking if I remember him. He sent it on a Sunday when I was at work and I didn’t notice it until I got home. I looked at his picture and said no, I’m sorry I don’t remember you. Apparently he graduated a year before I did from Owasso. Then I looked him up in my Junior yearbook. Then I remembered him, then I blocked him. Now, here’s the strange thing, he sent me a message, but he didn’t send me a friend request. Not sure what is going on there, but I really didn’t want to find out.

Then on Instagram I get this private message asking if I want to be friends with some stranger. I blocked that one as well. I’m sorry, it’s one thing to like pictures of random people, it’s another to send them creepy messages.

I hope everyone has a great Memorial Day and remembers why we have this day as Americans.

The great men and women who sacrificed their lives so we could all enjoy our freedoms should not be forgotten and always remembered. I am forever grateful to them, I will always do my best to honor them by not taking said freedoms for granted. We must all stand for what we believe in and educate ourselves on why we believe the way we do. A major lesson I learned from one of my favorite Sunday school teachers, Caroline Hall, at the First FreeWill Baptist Church of Owasso. She was a phenomenal instructor, leader and so humble.

As usual you can leave any comments, disagreements, agreements or anything in-between here or send them to me at

Intrepid Girl Reporter

So far 2018 is determined to kick me to the curb. First the flu, which almost killed me, then unlucky in love, which ripped my heart out of my chest, next up, food poisoning.

Yes, I have now been the victim of food poisoning, I don’t really know how I got it, because I really eat the same thing every day. The only thing I can really point to is my green smoothie. I may have gotten hold of bad greens, I don’t know. The day before I did have Panera Bread, but that was over 24 hours before the symptoms started.

When I tell you this was bad, it was horrendous, I have never felt such pain before. Nor experienced anything else like this, I would have rather gone through childbirth again than this. I would rather have my heart ripped out of my chest again than this.

The only good thing to come out of this is I got to watch Lois and Clark, a lot. Before re-watching this series I had thought that the big draw was Dean Cain shirtless. Still a big draw, but I have to admit I seriously love Terri Hatcher’s portrayal of Lois. She plays her perfectly, sassy, unapologetic, singleminded, tough with a touch of vulnerability.

Even from a young age I wanted to be Lois Lane, she was my first role model. Intrepid Girl Reporter, that is how she was billed in the DC Comic world. What young girl could resist a title like that. She was an integral part of Superman’s world, she reported the news, sometimes she inserted herself in the news, which she was not supposed to do. But she did, Superman would come to her rescue, but a lot of times she didn’t need rescuing. She was fast talking, knew how to take care of herself and could pack a punch when the situation warranted it.

I loved her, I wanted to be her and when Terri Hatcher played her incarnation of her, I still wanted to be her. I even copied her hairstyle back in the ’90’s.

I will not be doing that now, no worries, but I would still love to be Lois Lane, observing, being nosy, reporting on what I found out. What an adventure that would have been, of course the world of real journalism is dead. Today reporters just make up things or pay people to make up things. I don’t believe any of them anymore, where is Walter Cronkite when you need him?

Thankfully tonight I feel better, I was able to eat half a bowl of soup, a couple of popsicles and drink watermelon juice. I think I may not die this week after all. Perhaps, just perhaps, I will survive 2018.

I do have some exciting things coming up, my son and new daughter-in-law’s celebration of their marriage is Saturday. I don’t go back to work until Tuesday, then in July I am going to go to OK for a few days. I would like to hike in Woolaroc, I think you can do that there. I think I read one can hike there. It’s beautiful there, I want to break in my camel pack and my new hiking boots (have yet to buy them, soon) before the big trip in October.

That is another thing, my girls trip in October, I am so looking forward to that, I have always wanted to go to Montana and I am finally going to do it. Perhaps the first part of 2018 is a test, if I can survive it, then I can survive anything

Oh one more thing, the cat, Fat Catstard has been sizing me up during my illness. He has rarely left my side, snuggling next to me, licking my hand, I am afraid he has the taste for human flesh now. As I type he is curled up on his side of the bed, laying in wait.

pray for me.

Hello Darkness My Old Friend

Once upon a time there was a little girl that believed in the inherent goodness of others. Then she grew up, she learned that people are not inherently good, that there is a darkness that lives in the hearts of people.

Fighting off the darkness is a full time job for some, ok, for me. I am a preternaturally happy person, but it hides a darkness. Just as an example, when I’m driving I wish death on people, actual death. In my defense these are people that drive slow or cut me off. If you do neither of these things you have nothing to worry about. Thank God, He never listens to that part of me. Otherwise people would be dropping like flies, which would cause major wrecks. I spend as much time praying for forgiveness after my drive as I did driving to my destination.

Does that one particular habit of mine make me dark? No, not that alone, I will tell you this, I typically am drawn to the villain in any given storyline of movies, comics or books.

Darth Vader, Loki, Lex Luther are just a few that come to mind. I feel they are misunderstood. Let’s explore:

Loki is gleeful in his lust for power, he is filled with glorious purpose. May favorite line in The Avengers. He gleefully causes mayhem and destruction wherever he goes. He should be a king, he has the blood of kings flowing in his veins. Once he knows this, he wants his rightful throne, on any world. It doesn’t matter. Filled with glorious purpose.

Darth Vader embraces his darkness and greatness ensues. What is not to love about a person who embraces his inner, true self? He takes his duties seriously and he can choke someone by just his thoughts! Who would not want that skill?

Which brings us to Lex Luther, Lex always believed what he was doing was for the greater good. He saw Superman as a threat, an alien invader. Stronger than anyone on the face of the planet. If he decided to wreak havoc who could stop him? Lex’s heart is in the right place, it was his methods that were questionable. He was and continues to be a perfect foible for our hero. Someone who actually wants to keep him in check. I’ve had a few of those in my life.

We all have that capacity for darkness, well, not all, my mom didn’t have it. But the rest of us, well, yes, we do have that darkness. We all fight against it, no one I know personally fully embraces it.

I admit, I embrace parts of my crazy and parts of my darkness, not all, just the ones that are fun for me.

I once had a therapist tell me I was the most mentally healthy person he had ever met. I know what my issues are, embrace the ones I like and throw away the ones that are detrimental to my well-being.

I would love to hear what you consider to be your darkness. You can comment here or email me at

Who Knew

So, ok, did you all know you have to have a license plate on the front of your vehicle? I had no idea that was an actual law until the very nice Highway Patrolman pulled me over last night. He was very sweet and of course I was my usual charming self. He gave me a warning and I have to figure out how to get that thing on there. It’s in my trunk.

Last night I learned my little Sith Lord will be playing the drums in the band next year. I am stupidly excited about this. I tried out for drums at her age and was not chosen. I played the clarinet in the band in OKC. Before that I played the Bass and Cello. I am so excited for her, I can’t wait to go to those band recitals.

Her choir program was last night, it was so cute, I feel very fortunate that her mom contacts me to tell me about that stuff.

I didn’t get to workout last night because of the program. So I will be going tonight, on a Friday. I am also at work today, on a Friday. Just in case anyone was wondering, I’m on lunch right now.

Oh and speaking of, I talked to a Craig on a Friday! Some people will know why that is huge. For the rest of you, google the movie Friday. You will not be disappointed. It’s hysterical.

Well that’s all I got for now, no more strange dreams, which is good.

Things are getting real

It’s getting real people. The big road trip is in October and I talked BFF Tammi into going with us. So now it is Shay, Tammi and myself. Shay and I have already chosen our trip nicknames so now we need one for Tammi. We are having shirts made. I’m so excited.

Elizabeth Anne gave me the best backpack for Mother’s Day. You can put water in it! Like in the backpack! I’m so excited! And a T-shirt that says Wander Woman.

I told Tammi that Shay and I eat basically the same. She is very excited that she gets all the junk food. Hahahahaha

So, last night I had the weirdest dream. I woke up at 3:30 then fell back asleep and that is when the dream occurred.

I went to a friends house, I don’t know who because I never saw them. I walked in and yelled I’m here and they said I’ll be right out I’m in the shower. There was a picture window exactly like the one in the house I grew up in. I was looking out that window when I saw a little dog walk by with a harness on, behind that dog was a bigger dog in the harness. They were pulling a wagon, a covered wagon, like wagon train wagon. A woman was driving it, in the very back there were two golden doodles sitting. Human sitting, not dog sitting. It was weird.

I started hollering for my friend to come out and see this sight. Then I woke up.

I don’t know what it means but it was weird.

Angry Workouts

Lately my workouts have been fueled by anger. Med ball slams are my best friend, last Thursday I was going at it so hard that the trainer, Josh looked at me and said are you ok. Just working through some stuff. I’ll be fine.

The level of my intensity has gone up about 10 fold, I guess I have a certain someone to thank for that.

The past week I felt discombobulated and disconnected fromGod. I had allowed myself to become so deeply self involved that I lost my connection to God.

I contacted a friend of mine that is a super prayer warrior, on par to my mother. I told her I had been going through some things and asked her to pray for me. She asked me if I had ever gone through a deliverance ceremony. I said no, imagining Burt Reynolds and banjos. She said come to my house Friday at 11. So I did.

It was very intense prayer and brought up things I’ve never dealt with. Stuff from my childhood. I did t even realize I was carrying that baggage around still. It was cathartic, cleansing and freeing. After it was over I felt like a weight had been lifted and I was connected to God again. I can hear Him and feel His presence again.

All is right in my world again. Oh I’m still confused and a little sad and angry. But I have clarity and a renewed sense of direction.

Happy Monday People! Once again any comments can be left here or you can email me at

Happy Mother’s Day

Here we are again, Mother’s Day, a day we celebrate motherhood in all forms. I am a mother, I love this day, the day my children pay homage to me. After all I ruined my body so they could have life. It seems only fair I get a day to celebrate that occurrence.  I wouldn’t change it, the whole ruining my body to have them, I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. This includes all of them that I have given birth to.

I especially want to recognize the mothers who didn’t ruin their bodies to give birth. The ones who adopted, fostered or took in the children of other women who could not, for whatever reason, raise the ones they gave birth to.

My own mother was one of these special women, she didn’t have to be my mom, she chose to be my mom. She very literally saved me, without her and my dad I don’t even like to think about what direction my life would have gone in.

She was a special woman, filled with kindness, gentleness and a will of steel, when God created her he broke the mold because He knew there could be only one. Yes, I know, I stole that, but it is fitting, so there you have it, plagiarism at it’s finest.

I am happy to tell people I am adopted, legally adopted, for any family members reading this that like to pretend I’m not real.

My mom used to tell me that she got whatever God wanted her to have with the others (the ones she gave birth to) but with me, she got to choose. I was chosen, oh, that makes me the chosen one. I’ll have to think about this for a little bit and come back to it, perhaps at a later time.

Thinking back to before adoption has always been painful for me, I tend to push it way back, never dealing with it. I dealt with it this past week, along with a host of other things. Being adopted was the pivotal moment in my life, it changed the trajectory of my life, without that moment happening I would not even have the children I have. It is with no exaggeration that I say it was the greatest moment in my life.

So to all the mom’s out there that got to choose, God Bless you and may your life and the life of your chosen children be as amazing as mine as been.

No More

I know everyone is probably chomping at the bit for an update on the Mr. Owasso situation. He is of the past, I know, so soon, so sudden.

I was found lacking, he dumped me so hard it was felt all the way on the other side of the world. No, the universe. I’ll be honest, I don’t know what happened, I can’t figure it out. I’ll tell you the timeline of the events and maybe one of you can figure it out and explain it to me.

We talked on Friday, nothing earth shattering, we ended the call with me going for a run and him working out. I sent him a text after my run to tell him about it and he replied.

The next day, Saturday, I sent him a text, nothing heavy, just a funny meme I saw. No response, it didn’t really require one, so no big. I called him later that day, no answer. It’s getting a little weird at this point. I don’t hear from him all day, mind you up to this point we have talked every day, several times a day, not to mention text all day. So it’s getting awkward.

Sunday rolls around, I decide that I’ll try one more time, I call after work. No answer. This time I actually took the hint, I’ve been ghosted. So, that was it, no fight, no confrontation, just over.

If I call or text anything further that is bordering on crazy stalking territory. So I’m done, I have nowhere to go with this.

Quietly into the night I go. I don’t know how to process any of this. I genuinely liked him. I have never laughed more with another human being.

I believe he found someone local that matches his level of perfection. Due to the fact that I most certainly do not. He came to the realization he could do better and he did. I believe that. I have no proof, but there again, I don’t need any, I have my imagination.

This is painful, this level of rejection. How do humans do this? I’m not doing this again, ever. This is ridiculous, the amount of pain I feel for someone I haven’t known that long. I cried, I’m not a crier and I cried Kim Kardashian ugly cry. For two days. I haven’t slept, I’m forcing myself to eat healthy. I really want to stick my head in a vat of double fudge ice cream.

Working out is helping, medball slams really help.

I will never do this again as long as I live. I know I’ve said this before, but I really mean it this time. It’s too much, I allowed someone in, and when they decided I wasn’t the one they just disappeared. No closure, not even a text saying you’re not all that and I’m moving on.

I refuse to do this again, I feel like my heart was ripped out and I was just thrown away like yesterday’s garbage. So no more anything for me, I will stick with the cat and dog.

If any of you can figure out what I did for this to happen please tell me. You can comment here or email me at

More Running

I have decided since I don’t go to the gym on Fridays I would add running on that day. This past Friday was my first time doing it. Let me tell you the whole thing was drama filled. So I drank my preworkout, which is awesome. And gross.

So I start out, I lock my front door, put my key in my pocket, headphones in, phone goes in same pocket. So I run and run then 2 miles later back at my front door. I key, it has somehow fallen out. There is no hole in the pocket, it must have come out when I took my phone out to change the music. Panic stricken I retrace my steps. More running, fast walking.

No key.

I did the only thing left to do, I called Elicia, Alex’s girlfriend, luckily they were just about to leave their house. I was still running. I was able to get their key and make it home. 5 miles later.

Yes, I ran 5 miles, it was run, walk, run, walk for 42 minutes. I did 5 miles in 42 minutes!! I felt like a champion. And disgusting, I was dripping sweat. So gross.

I feel skinnier already. That is my real goal, it always has been, to be skinnier. I so do not want to hear about healthy blah blah blah. If I want to be skinny I get to say that.

On Saturday I did not run, instead I swept, vacuumed and mopped every piece of tile in my house. Then I brushed Stormie, I swear after I was done I saw her fur gather together and create a new Husky.

I also saw Avengers: Infinity War Friday, I’m still processing. It’s gonna be a while, I cried.


A few weeks back I shared how Ray had challenged me to run after my workouts. I have been doing just that. I hate it. But I do it. The first time I ran I timed myself.

I timed myself again tonight and I had shaved 29 seconds off of my time! I know that doesn’t sound like a lot, but for someone like me who hates running and is not good at it, it’s huge.

It encourages me to continue, if I can see progress I’ll keep doing it. I’m even more focused during my workouts. I was one of those people that continually asked what did you just say.

I’ll make a confession, Mr. Owasso, who works out all the time and does all of the supplements, told me about a pre-workout he takes. So I found it and have been adding it to my routine. It’s amazing how much more I’m focused and how things have improved. He’s suggested other things I have incorporated as well. Don’t tell him, he thinks he’s right about everything as it is, I don’t need his ego to get any bigger.

I still am waiting for him to realize he can do better, I’m not going to tell him he can. That’s something he has to figure out on his own.

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