Month: July 2018

I’ve said it often and loudly, I seriously, hands down, had the best mother. Ever.

I know I say that a lot, but it’s true. Today, to honor her on what would have been her 105th birthday I am going to tell an Odela story. My mom was a quiet woman, her sense of humor was not on display for the world to see. I am taking it upon myself to share it with you.

She and my dad were walking to the garden one evening. It was on the bottom land, they had to walk down a hill, through fruit trees and over the creek to get there.

As they were going through the fruit trees my mom looked down and saw a rubber snake. Or so she thought. She looked at it and thought to herself, look at that, Foy threw that back here to scare me. I’ll show him. She scooped the snake up and threw it at my dad.

It hissed. She screamed, my dad hollered. It was a real, live snake. He said what did I do?? She said I thought it was a rubber snake. They both collapsed in laughter.

She loved little jokes, not live snake ones, but fake ones were good.

I miss her so much, I miss that humor, that soft smile and her gentle wisdom.

I know without one doubt she is having the best birthday with her daddio and now their son Jesse.

I love you mom, happy Birthday!

I have been a fan of Star Trek since I was four years old. Yes, 4 years old, I fully remember watching the show at that age and falling in love. What was not to love about the show? A woman on the bridge giving the captain information he needed to fully form a plan on how to proceed with that weeks adventure. A Vulcan science officer, trusted second in command, logical, steady and a force to be reckoned with. The captain himself, cowboy diplomacy at its best, Captain Kirk was part rogue, part diplomat and always had the answer in the end. A loyal friend, a faithless companion (let’s face it, Kirk logged more time with space babes than anyone in the known universe) and in the end someone you really wanted at the helm of a starship.

I loved it, I have loved all incarnations of the creation since, I was there opening weekend for Star Trek the Motion Picture, almost swooning at a Spock dressed in all black.

Having said all of that I was finally able to see Star Trek Discovery, if you are an Amazon Prime member you can get a free 7 day pass to watch CBS All Access. As soon as I saw that I jumped on it, I have been absolutely dying to watch this new series. I have heard good things about it, however, in all honesty, I don’t listen to others when it comes to my beloved Star Trek. I like to experience it for myself, so, for the past two days I have been glued to my television watching.

I was not disappointed, the people who created this have not only honored those of us who came first, they built on the premise of the original show. This is set 10 years before the original show started, we have some returning characters, a lot of new, but the canon remains the same.

I won’t give anything away, as I believe everyone should discover (see what I did there) Discovery for themselves. To say I loved it is an understatement, I can barely wait for season 2, I don’t think I will pay for CBS All Access, because this is the only show I would watch on it. So I may wait until the season is complete and wait for another 7 day free pass to watch. I loved binging on the show, there were only 15 episodes to this season. I don’t know how many they have planned for next season.

If you are a Trek fan, watch it, if you are not, watch it, it can stand alone. I will tell you, the music they did for the intro is amazing, they have a new twist to a classic tv hit theme show song, they even incorporated some of the newer movies notes in there. I want to download it and listen just to the music.

I will tell you this tidbit, the very last episode, the closing music, is all from the original Star Trek show. It actually gave me goosebumps to hear it again. I loved it, my nostalgia is complete at that point.

So there you have it folks, my unprofessional, totally from the heart review of the new Star Trek Discovery. It is a fine addition to a stellar list of shows and movies.

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

Live long and prosper.

 

A friend of mine posted on Facebook (of course) a provocative question, “What would you change about yourself if you could?” Well, I was all over that question, so much I would change about myself and it is all physical.

With all of the rejection I have experienced in my life I seriously see myself in a different light than I did at 16. At 16 I thought I was the cutest thing in shoe leather, it turns out I was not.

So, starting with the top of my head we’ll go in order:

Hair: I would have it be perfectly straight and super shiny, I know I could buy that, but it’s really expensive and the maintenance is exhausting. Also, I would have Jamie Finnell red hair, I know most people reading this will say what. But trust me, she had the best hair I have ever seen, it was the perfect red and try as I might I have never been able to achieve that level of perfection. No matter what dye I have tried or hairdresser, no product or professional has ever come close to her shade of red.

Moving on.

Eyes: they don’t sparkle, I have seen people who’s eyes literally sparkle. I don’t know how this happens, who decides to put that sparkle there? I know who does it, but seriously, it could have been spread out to a few others. ok, me, it could have spread to me, and it didn’t so there you have it, bitterness ensues.

Nose: where to start on that, I have a classic family trait nose, it’s enormous, it takes up my whole face. Enough said.

Mouth: I’m actually pretty happy with that feature, it is a perfect bow shape, not too big, not too small and my teeth are incredibly straight and white. Not too much to be unhappy about there.

The rest, well come on, nothing a great plastic surgeon can’t fix. Having given birth 5 times has taken it’s toll on my body and no amount of exercise and diet will change some things.

A lot of people commented they would change aching parts of their body. I am way fortunate I don’t have aches and pains and my health is stupidly healthy. My blood pressure is always 100/70 and I have no ailments other than the occasional flu, food poisoning, sinus infection and headache. So on that end all is good, my grandmother was stupidly healthy as well. We are a hardy people.

The sad part is I wish I had appreciated my looks more when I was younger. I could have really ruled the world, I was really pretty, but time has not been kind to me. I do a lot of beauty treatments and really take care of my skin. I don’t really drink alcohol, I have never smoked, that one time when I was 6 doesn’t count, I don’t do drugs and never have. So on that end I’m all good, but I really do wish God had blessed me more in the older person looks department.

So, here is my question to you, out there, what would you change about yourself if you could? Of course you can answer here, or you can email me at angie@angieworld.com.

We all know Facebook is where I find the most irritating posts, well, now Twitter has joined in. There are a few things I would like to address on both platforms.

First off, Ewan McGregor called and has asked that everyone stop trying to pass him off as Jesus. It is very flattering, however, he did not die on a cross and come back to life. He cannot promise you everlasting life, he can wield a mean lightsaber, if you need lessons he can probably arrange for that to happen. But the other, it needs to stop.

The picture of the actors from Tropic Thunder, while they do appreciate all prayers, would like everyone to stop passing them off as Vietnam Vets. You are encouraged to buy tickets to whatever current movies they are starring.

I almost feel better, but there’s one more thing on Facebook that has crawled under my skinned and burrowed around for a while.

The only Empaths are on Star Trek, there was one on the original series, as a matter of fact the name of the episode was The Empath. Season three if I am not mistaken, which I rarely am when it comes to Star Trek. She felt the emotions of others so keenly she had to live alone, isolated. If you are truly an empath, you will need to find a cave to live in.

Next was Deanna Troi, from Betazed, are you from Betazed? No? There is a good chance you are not an empath.

I took a test on Facebook, it said I was originally from Asgard. If we are to believe all tests on Facebook, let’s start with that one. I will immediately begin ruling over all humans, as we all know everyone from Asgard has some sort of power. Oh, wait, Asgard has been destroyed, amusingly enough by an Asgardian.

Facebook tests can be fun to take, but take them with a grain of salt. Please, I’m begging you, for my sanity.

Not everyone has empathic abilities and not everyone’s ex is a sociopath. I wonder if it would surprise anyone out there to learn we all have sociopathic tendencies. You can take any personality trait and make it into something bad.

Am I done with things on Facebook? Let me think….. No, one more things.

I recently watched a video of a man who did an experiment to see how many people actually read the bible.

He posted, on a page that profess to be Christian, Luke 4:7. Now for those of you who don’t know, that verse says: “If you worship me it will all be yours”. For those of you not familiar, that verse happens to be the devil talking to Jesus. Trying to tempt him while he was fasting in the wilderness. It was surprising how many people said yes Lord and clicked like, said things like amen, hallelujah, seriously people we have go to do better. Just take a minute and read the Bible and stop just clicking like. If you had read the Bible you would know God never ever promised us a life of luxury and ease for following him. As a matter of fact He promised life would be very hard, what you would get and still will get even today for following Christ is everlasting life. Eternal life. Let that sink in. My best advise is read, just read. Ok, now am I finished with Facebook….   Yes, for now, moving on to Twitter.

Someone said they were born in Texas and bred to hate Oklahoma, yes hate, such a strong word. I was born in Oklahoma and raised with the notion that Texas was our cousin. Sometimes a really ugly, bad cousin, but a cousin nonetheless, my own grandmother was born in Fort Worth. I could no more hate Texas than I could her, to hate something so deeply as this man claimed to hate Oklahoma is detrimental to ones health.

I tried to think of a state in the Union that I hated as much as he professed to hate Oklahoma. I’m still thinking, because I don’t really hate anything. Except crocs, the shoes, not the animal, liver, I really hate liver, zucchini, I’ve tried to like zucchini, I just can’t. Oh and soccer, I really despise soccer. Other than that, it’s all good in my neighborhood.

I don’t even hate any people, some I pity, some I look upon with great disdain, but I don’t hate them. I would imagine there are people who hate me, I can think of two, three, wait, 4. I think that’s it, I honestly don’t care if anyone hates me, that just hurts them not me.

 

I find myself obsessed with a few things lately, first off is the song Save Me by Foreigner. I had no idea this song existed until a few days ago. I am obsessed now, it is brilliant and I will be playing it at my wedding to Dean Cain. I really hope he never finds my blog.

Second, A Sandwich and some Lovin podcast, it is so awesome, find it and listen. You will not be sorry.

Coffee, always and forever, I can’t seem to stop myself from buying coffee beans when I find something interesting or on sale.

Pajamas, for so long, I have so many, it is a sickness, I probably need help.

My obsessions are probably pretty harmless, unless that restraining order comes or I end up on Dateline. I can see the title of that show: Woman hopped up on caffeine shows up on Dean Cain’s doorstep in a wedding dress. It will not be pretty folks, I will be one sobbing mess as they haul me off.

This week is my week with Tess, it is our traditional week in the summer. I am going to enjoy this week, she is 11 now and I know the time is coming fast where she will want to be with her friends more than her grandmother. I will relish whatever time she wants to spend with me.

I asked her what she wanted to do and she said be lazy, well, unbeknownst to her, I have some things planned. I hope she likes them.

I foresee lots of popcorn, Netflix, Hulu and laughter, we laugh a lot when we are together. She is a funny girl and her sense of humor is just getting stronger as she gets older. We are all pretty funny, so it is genetic, as is sarcasm, she seems to have inherited that as well. Thank goodness.

That’s all I got for now, I will probably not post again until after my fun filled week with Tess. Everyone have a great week and get out and enjoy the Texas heat. (insert sarcasm emoji here).

Happy Friday the 13th! My favorite days of the year, for a myriad of reasons. First off, it is a good luck day in my family, as many of you know, my parents were married on a Friday the 13th. I wanted my son, Alex to be born on the 13th, but that was a Saturday the year he was born and since it was a scheduled c-section my doctor said no. He was not coming in on a Saturday for that reason. So, there ya have it.

So here I sit, on a Friday the 13th, excited for the day and all that it will bring.

Having said all of that, I have news, I, officially have a stalker. A few months back, at work, I sent a business customer an email (work, all work related) his information, it was a complicated issue and he asked that I email him the information when I had taken care of the issue. It took hours, it was very involved and I had no issue doing so.

Fast forward several months (yes, months) later, I open my company email yesterday morning and there is an email from that customer. It said, don’t take offense but you are gorgeous. At first I thought it was spam, sometimes the firewall doesn’t catch it, some does get through. Then I noticed it was a reply to me, to the original email I sent.

I asked a person who does our support, hey are our pictures on our outgoing email. He said yes, I said since when! He said, Angie, several years.

Then in my personal email I get a notification from LinkedIn saying someone has viewed my profile. It was this guy! I was like what the heck. So apparently he has been staring at that picture for months.

Not only that, but my last name is unusual, I am easily found if you have that information. So now I’m a little freaked out. Time to batten down the hatches and go into hiding. Does anyone know how to delete a LinkedIn account?

Other than that, not a lot new, next week will be spent with Tess, I am very excited about that, so much fun will be had.

I am off to get dressed and shop for Granddaughters birthday party. Have a great Friday the 13th!

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

Today is my youngest child’s birthday, I so cannot believe he is 27. Right now, this very moment he is literally half my age.

I still remember finding out I was pregnant with him. It was shocking to say the least. But in the best possible way.

Alex you were a huge surprise, the best surprise a parent could ever have. You continue to surprise me with your generosity, kindness, your take charge personality. Sometimes you are larger than life itself. I am constantly amazed by you and all you have been through and all you have accomplished in your short time here on this planet.

I love you so much, I feel words are not enough to express to you how much I love you and how much you enhanced our family just by your existence.

Happy Birthday son.

Ok, so, I have effectively found myself in an odd place to be. The next few sentences might sound like I am fully taking credit for something, and you would not be wrong thinking that.

I am taking credit for my BBFF finding an amazing GF, and my BFF finding an amazing man. I don’t know if they are officially BF/GF yet, so I won’t label it as so, until I get the official word.

So, thanks to me they have love lives.

I do not, apparently I can help others, I simply cannot help myself.

The other night I started thinking about it (very dangerous territory), a lot, I came to the conclusion that no one has ever been in love with me. Oh people love me, my children, my granddaughter, friends, family, but I am talking romantic love.

Well, maybe Kent King, I think he did, with his whole teenage heart. But that’s it for me. I was 17 the last time someone was in love with me.

I admit I got a little teary eyed, then the cat jumped in my lap. He thought my tears were meat tenderizer, I said not today Fat Catstard, not today. My face is staying where it is, you will not feast as of yet. He looked me right in the eyes. I stared him down, he jumped down and sauntered off.

It is now too late for me, I wasted my 40’s with a person who didn’t love me. I don’t consider my 20’s being wasted as I have three of the most amazing children on the planet earth.

I read a book recently where one of the characters had missed her chance with the love of her life. They reunited as adults in their 50’s. The love was there but the white hot passion of youth was of the past.

She had the opportunity to go back in time and change things. She took the chance.

She did change things and spent her life with the love of her life and she did have the passion of youth with him.

Thinking of my life I would go back, but not that far, I would only go to 2009 and change things. There is nothing else I would change, I want to keep the children I have.

I’m done being morose, the cat will not be feasting on my face for the time being.

I know I talk a lot about Dean Cain. I don’t think I can ever meet him in person. If I do I would probably be rendered mute, instantly. I would embarrass myself greatly and I would never recover, like ever.

So there we have it, no meeting Dean for me unless I can work on controlling my geeky tendencies and not go all fan girl on him. I will only have one chance to impress him and make him fall head over heels in love with me. So that is the quandary, do I take that chance or just live with unrequited love?

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