Shallow Angie

Here’s the thing, and there’s always a thing, I have a type. I have caught against my type almost my entire life.

I like pretty, I am extremely attracted to pretty. Everyone always tells me, Angie don’t be so shallow, you should date someone based o their personality, not their looks. Well, we can see how well that worked out, on so many levels.

I will say my ex-husband doesn’t fall into the non type category. He looked just like Alex P. Keaton when we met. I’d like to say that was disastrous but it wasn’t. We had three beautiful children. So that is in the win column.

I’m done going against type, I’m going for the pretty man. Forget personality, forget brains, I’m going for looks. Does that make me shallow? I don’t care. Going against what I’m attracted to has not worked.

I refuse to go against my natural instincts any more. It’s Dean Cain or no one. Ok, we all know it will be no one, I’m crazy not stupid.

This year has been one of the most trying, tiring, exciting and fulfilling years ever. I honestly cannot wait to see what else God has in store for me.

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

Dating Update and Wedding Nightmares

I had the weirdest dream last night, I dreamed Elizabeth Anne and I were at a family friends wedding. The bride had requested everyone wear white, Elizabeth Anne and I arrived right on time, we sit down in the church. Just as the ceremony was starting she looks at me and gasps MOM! I look down and I am wearing black, in a sea of white I am wearing black. A massive fashion faux pas, I jumped up and ran to the bathroom where my white outfit was waiting for me. It was completely unsettling, I never make that major of a mistake.

Quick update on the dating front, after much soul searching and instablocking, I decided to delete the dating app. It just wasn’t fair to the men or to myself, I found fault with all of them. Heads too big, like literally, not ego wise, their heads, maybe it was the angle of the pictures, I don’t know, but it was weird. Too tall, too short, no hair, too much hair, eyes the wrong color, used the wrong to, too, two, their, they’re, there. You name and I could find it, so I decided Jose was correct in his declaration that I am not ready.

I am really happy with my life and I don’t want to upset the balance that I have achieved and I know bringing someone else in will upset said balance. Not for the worse, mind you, but it is still an upset and I’m not ready for that.

On to different topics, shampoo, yes, shampoo, I tried a new shampoo and conditioner and I am enamored. I have a thing for shampoos and conditioners, wherever I go I search them out. This one I ordered online, I took a risk, one never knows how these things will go. I had heard of this new product a few weeks back. I was hesitant to try them, because, well, no samples and i couldn’t smell them ahead of time. But I took the chance and dove in, they are from doterra, it is the doterra salon essentials hair care line. I ordered the shampoo and conditioner and when they arrived I waited two days to use them.

The shampoo is citrus and the conditioner has mint, I was really unsure of how the two different scents would work together.

I took the plunge, I am so happy I did, my hair is so soft, my curls are so soft. The citrus shampoo and the mint conditioner work really well together. They are a little pricy but really worth it, especially if you have curly hair. I give both products a huge thumb up.

I am very fond of mint hair products and these are made with essential oils, so good for the scalp. The shampoo actually gets my hair squeaky clean, which I like, it means it is cleaning all of the other product out of my hair, the conditions is light and conditions extremely well. Here is the link to order them:

https://www.doterra.com/US/en/pl/salon-essentials-hair-care

That’s all I have for now, oh wait, one more thing, loving the new season of Flash, Arrow, Legends of Tomorrow, Supergirl not so much. Too much teenage angst and preachiness on illegal aliens, girl power and a host of other things. I like my television viewing to be an escapism from everyday plights. The others provide that, I really want to like Supergirl, I really like the way Melissa Benoist portrays her, she always seems like she is having a good time. I just wish they would do the old fashioned superhero formula that works really well and allow us our escapism.

As always any comments, complaints or compliments can be left here or sent to angie@angieworld.com.

The Pursuit of Happiness

So I was talking to my friend Jose about the whole dating thing. Telling him about instablocking everyone that contacts me for any and all reasons.

He said I don’t think you really want to date, he then said that I don’t think like a woman. I thought about what he said and came to the conclusion he was probably right.

Then I talked to my friend Monty and he said that Jose and Shay are both wrong. I do think like a woman just not a needy woman. He then went on to say his thought  the thing was I really don’t want to date I just want someone to do things with.

I said hmmmm you are probably right about that. You see I am incredibly happy in my life and I don’t even believe in happiness. Oh I believe it is our inalienable right to the pursuit of happiness, but in that pursuit we shouldn’t discount what give us joy. And when we do find happiness we shouldn’t become complacent in said happiness.

We should also remember that when we do experience sublime happiness we turn into a vampire. Oh wait, no, that was a plot on Buffy. We should remember that complacency turns into stagnation and stagnation turns to death. Whether it is an actual death or metaphorical one. Never take your happiness nor joy for granted.

I will say this God bless the honest men out there. The one that wants a woman who has no strong opinions, the one that wants a tiny blond woman and the one who wants one within 5 pounds of her goal weight. Yes that was actually stated. God bless all of them because it makes my decision so much easier.

I do know that I seriously love my life, I love coming home every day to my dog and Fat Catstard. I love my family an inordinate amount and I have the best friends ever.

I do have to tell you all if Dean Cain comes to town I’m ditching all of you to run away with him.

Much love and happiness to all of you, may your pursuit of happiness land you in great joy. I leave you with this thought. Fire bad, tree pretty.

As usual you can leave a comment here or send me a message at angie@angieworld.com.

Am I too Picky?

Ok, so, my friend Shay has been telling me for a while I need to start dating. I told her if I didn’t meet and marry Dean Cain in Austin, TX then I would allow her to download a dating app on my phone and fill out the profile and choose the pictures.

When we were on our trip to Montana I kept my word, I let her download one and fill out the profile and pick the pics.

I have become the master at instablocking any and all men who contact me. I can find fault with all of them, head too big, too short, bad speller, you name it, I can instablock for it.

I also block for untoward handles, I don’t even open those messages, I just block.

Shay told me I am a dude with breasts, I don’t think like a female, I think more like a man. I believe I think logically, I know what I am attracted to and why should I settle for less than that. Men are allowed to say what they want, and God bless the honest ones.

The ones that flat out state they only date blond, petite and skinny women. God bless that kind of honesty, it is rare, I am equally as honest.

Shay is left shaking her head in exasperation, so I thought I would just put my list of requirements here and you all can tell me if I am being too picky:

First and foremost a Christian, it thought that would be a given but I am not sure.

1.) 6ft or taller, but not taller than 6’3”, too tall freaks me out.

2.) I like dark hair, no red heads, obvious reasons.

3.) dark eyes, soulful eyes, or dark blue, or green, oh green with dark hair would be really pretty.

4.) I do like the pretty boys, I am a sucker for a boy band pretty man.

5.) can work with his hands, like do handy work and knows about cars.

6.) slightly nerdy, too nerdy is too much, I am already super nerdy so some balance is needed.

7.) well read, I do like a reader, I’m a reader so it would be nice to have that.

8.) has to be funny, I’m funny so it is only fair he be funny as well.

9.) loyal, like a dog, not a husky but a real dog, like German Shepherd loyal.

10.) that loyalty is not only applied to me, but loyalty to his favorite team, I seriously HATE fair weather fans. Donkeys.

11.) Has to love movies and television. I do, I cannot be with someone who says oh I never watch television. WHAT?

12.) music lover, music is what feeds my soul.

13.) speaking of, snow, cold, ice, rain, he has to love all of that as well.

I think that is a start, 13 is a good luck number in my family, so I will end the list there. If anyone thinks I am being unreasonable, please, educate me on myself.

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

Rant

It seems lately no one is allowed to have opinions that differ from others. This is rampant on social media, where everyone’s opinion matters more than everyone else’s. It is disheartening indeed that the days of polite discourse are gone with the way of Christmas decorations coming out after Thanksgiving.

It is a sad day indeed when a person states their opinions and are vilified on social media and in the press. Shame on every single person who does this. There are many opinions I don’t agree with, however you will never see me bash the person who said them. Sometimes (ok a lot of times) I wish I could have a robust discussion with people regarding their opinions and why they believe the way they do, or why they see things the way they do. What colored their opinions, what happened to them or what have they seen in their life that has made them see things a certain way.

Unfortunately we do not live in a world that is conduce to that type of discussion and this saddens me. So very much. I was raised in a house where differing opinions were encouraged and educating ones self on the days events were mandatory.

Growing up in my house we used to have robust discussions, my dad insisted that if I wanted to participate I would need to do research and educate myself. I did, even if my opinions were different from his, he never belittled me or tore me down. You see he wanted to make sure I could stand on my own two feet, do my due diligence and make decisions for myself. My children are very good at this as well, I encouraged them to do their research, do not go by what the news tells you. Soundbites do not tell the whole story, find out what someone actually said before forming your opinion. So much of todays culture is centered around soundbites and he said she said.

I don’t want my progeny to grow up in that kind of society, so can we please go back to civilized discourse. Can we go back to a time where we valued differing opinions and respecting each other.

I miss those days, I miss Walter Cronkite and I miss Ronald Reagan. I will say that until the day I die, I miss those days. I am horrified by what I see in todays world, in our country, in the United States of America, guilty until proven innocent and when proven innocent still guilty. Seriously this has to end. Due Diligence. It’s a thing people, google it, you more than likely have a smart phone.

I am of the firm belief that we have way more in common that we have different. We all want a better life for our children and their children than we have had. We want them to grow up healthy, joyous and with a firm belief in right and wrong.

I will tell you this a firm belief in God and Jesus Christ has instilled a great deal of my belief system and how I view the world. My mom, dad, grandpa, grandma and great Aunt Effie rounded that out. What did they all have in common you ask, I am so glad you did, they had strong morals and a great sense of right and wrong. They all had a simple way of doing things, treat people the right way, the way they wanted to be treated and that will come back to you.

I leave you with this thought if you are one of millions who do not read anything or go by soundbites or what social media and the mainstream media tells you, turn off everything. Go out into the world, socialize with people who are not like you, have a conversation. Conversation, not argument, not fight, not with an attitude of you are right and they are wrong. I do believe you might be pleasantly surprised at how much you have in common. As usual any comments, complaints or suggestions can be left here or sent to me at angie@angieworld.com

Our Final Day in Yellowstone

This is the day we went into Yellowstone Park on foot, I have never felt more at home in my entire life. Being surrounded by the trees and the sky, I felt incredibly close to God at that moment. His work is nothing short of amazing, I felt as if I could reach out and touch the sky, the clouds. I cannot say this enough, if you have the opportunity going to Montana and seeing this magnificence for yourself is a must do.

Before went into the park we actually met a park ranger, a woman ranger, who was originally from, are you sitting down, Texas! Yes she was from the same area in Texas that we are from.

We walked into the park and decided to of course take pictures, then we walked. Surrounded by the trees and the wildlife, no bears, and it was amazing.

Then I hear footsteps, I think this is it, this is the part where the bear sneaks up on me and eats my entrails.

I turn to confront said bear and it was just a park ranger, this time a man, a very short skinny man. Shorter than I am, which is saying a lot. I thought there is no way he is going to be able to protect us from a bear.

Perhaps I should back up, getting ready for our hike, I put on full makeup, Shay says why are you putting on makeup to hike in Yellowstone. I reply, in case a bear attacks, in all the movies I’ve ever seen the bears only eat the entrails and leave the face alone. i want to look good for the park rangers, upon seeing the short skinny park ranger I knew I had wasted my time.

We never saw any bears but we did experience incredible beauty and amazing peace.

I cannot reiterate enough how this was my dream trip and I am so happy my friend Shay said she would go with me and followed through. I would have gone alone, but it was so much better having a friend there.

I told her when she decides to get married I get to give the toast, since I now have a lot to say. Like her giving a wooden Indian a kiss, literally a wooden Indian like you see in the old westerns. Her putting me on blast when I rapped to a wooden bear and the many conversations we had on the way up and back from Montana.

I really do want to go back, I want to explore more of the state and stay for a lot longer, maybe a month. I can see me staying for a month in the winter, I am the opposite of a snow bird, those fly south for the winter. I want to fly north for the winter, I want to be snowed in with my books and my Netflix and Hulu and Amazon Prime. Me the dog and the cat, what a great way to spend some snowed in time, perhaps a little Lois and Clark, the New Adventures of Superman thrown in.

We decided to leave a day early as it was going to drop to freezing temperatures and rain, creating ice and closing down highways. I really wanted to stay for that but Shay was the voice of reason and we left.

We obviously made it home in one piece, safe and sound, no bears attacks and no ice on the road. As usual you can leave a comment here or email me at angie@angieworld.com.

Wyoming/Montana Adventure Continues

As we left Colorado and headed to Wyoming we realized how flat Wyoming is, seriously, west Texas is more interesting. But we pressed on, I do believe the landscape began to fray on Shay (see what I did there).

We were leaving a gas station and she grabbed my arm and gasps did you see that. I said see what! She said the writing in the trees! I turned and looked at her and said what did they do to you in that gas station?

It was pretty funny, fortunately nothing had been done, I did ask if she had accepted any candy from strangers in the gas station. She had not. She says she is going to phone a life line and gets one of her friends on the line. When she heard what had just transpired she said she was worried about the both of us. The whole office was waiting to hear that we had gotten arrested for some antic or another. With me they figured it would be a Dean Cain incident, with Shay it would be a keeping me from a Dean Cain incident.

We drove onward, to Montana, we hit the edge of Yellowstone Park at dusk. We had to go through Yellowstone to get to the city of West Yellowstone. The longer we drove the darker it became, it was a more than a little daunting.

It was soon pitch black, trees on one side and a sheer drop off on the other. Shay said you need to talk to me to take my mind off of this drive. So I said what is all of the office gossip that I don’t know. Well, let me tell you, that earned me a look and a half.

She then said well did you hear and I said What, no! Because I really don’t pay attention, I stay in my world at work and no one tells me anything. So now I am all caught up, I have to be honest, I didn’t retain any of the gossip. So I still don’t know anything that is happening. Probably for the best, this way if I am tortured I can’t reveal anything.

As we are driving along the car in front of us stops, just stops, I yell, get the knives! Shay does not, but we are very cautious, because, well, the hills have eyes.

The man got out and we very cautiously went around him, I think he may have hit something because he was looking at the front of his car. During this time we had no cell service, at all, thank God the man wasn’t a member of the hills have eyes gang.

We finally come to the edge of the forest, I now know exactly what Hansel and Gretel felt, found our way to our hotel.

The hotel was an older one, it was really nice and lived up to my expectations of what a rustic hotel in Montana should look like.

We climbed the stairs and started walking to our room, it was at the end of the hall. The light started flickering, we looked around for twins, thankfully there were none.

We decided to walk and forage for food, we had been in a vehicle way too long. The town was the epitome of an older town in the North, at least to me, it was everything I have been dreaming of since I was a kid.

We even managed to find gluten free pizza for Shay, total win.

We made an agreement to sleep until we woke, no alarms, no agenda the next day, except for exploring the town.

The next day was spent walking around the town and seeing all of the shops.

Bears were everywhere, not live ones, wooden ones, maybe plastic, I’m not sure. But they were perfect for the environment we were in. I even sang to one of them and danced with one. I rapped to one, yes, I can rap, it is a little know skill I possess.

The next day was hiking in Yellowstone, you will read about that in the next entry.

The Adventure Begins

I had the adventure I have been waiting to have for so long, one that I have dreamed of since I was a little girl. I actually went to Montana, yes, Montana, one of the prettiest states in the Union.

I cannot exactly explain to you why I have always felt drawn to the state, I can tell you it is where I believe
God to be the closest to us. I was not disappointed, please allow me to begin at the beginning, a year ago.

A year ago I said on Facebook I am going to Montana who wants to go with me, several raised their internet hands, one went.

My friend Shay said I’ll go, and meant it, it wasn’t lip service, it wasn’t said to just hear herself talk, she meant it. So, we began planning, since we eat alike, food was not going to be an issue and since we are both coffee addicts, caffeination was going to be an issue.

We picked a date, one we could both get off work for and began planning in earnest.

We chose the city, the hotel and everything we wanted to see and do. We set out on a Saturday evening after Shay got off of work. We drove, yes, this was an old fashioned road trip, something I haven’t done in forever.

The road trip up was filled with laughter and music and even a few rants, not towards each other but at the lack of Starbucks in certain cities and the lack of hotdogs in others.

We made our first official stop in Colorado Springs, we both wanted to hike in Garden of the gods. It was the most beautiful spot I had seen up until then, filled with incredible rock formations and even some beautiful birds and other life forms.

Shay wanted to slay the bunnies, I equate her with Anya from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If you are not familiar with Anya, please do yourself a favor and google Anya along with the word rabbits, you will not be sorry.

I stopped her from slaying any and all wildlife, you are all welcome, we did live videos and took a ton of pictures.

We found a delightful Starbucks in which to fuel our caffeine addiction. After we trekked about in the Garden, we continued on to West Yellowstone, MT.

I want to add here, I love Colorado, I used to go up there every year, once a year, until life interrupted. I love the mountains, the cold, the snow, the air, everything about the state, I love it. Although I will say, this time, Denver was really dirty, trash all over the highways and just a film over it. I don’t know what is happening, but please fix yourself Denver, I love you too much to see this happen to you.

Through Wyoming was a desolate, flat drive, right up until we got to the border of Montana. Then we began to see mountains and trees, so many trees.

This is also about the time we discovered Shay’s allergy to pine, I made her ingest peppermint essential oil. At first she thought I was trying to kill her, then she said it worked and she felt better.

I am going to save the drive through Yellowstone National Park until tomorrow, that is a story in of itself. Fraught with danger and intrigue, you will not want to miss it.

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