Month: January 2019

I am very upset, I have obtained information that is so epically wrong in nature that I almost don’t have the words to properly express my utter disgust. Almost.

On the news all I am seeing is Polar Vortex, Polar Vortex, Polar Vortex, take cover people, do not go outside. I get very excited by this news, I do the weather equivalent of WebMD, weather.com. Since I am a frequent visitor it has my favorite cities saved.

I click on what I think is my little part of Texas and look to my birthday, I get very excited, it says snow and rain, snow and rain people, let that sink in. I am ready to do a happy dance, then I see I have clicked on Owasso, OK, not my little part of Texas.

I click the appropriate link, 56 degrees, I don’t understand this, what is happening. The people in the Midwest are totally bogarting Polar Vortex. Selfish, that is what they are, why are they not sending it down this way? Why are they keeping all of that snowy goodness for themselves?

I have questions, I need answers, is there anyone that would care to explain themselves to me? 

This is highly upsetting and I seriously don’t know how I am going to celebrate in that kind of heat wave. In February we should be getting snow and cold, boot and sweater dress weather for my enjoyment.

If you live in one of these states I am making a formal request for you to stop being self-centered and send the cold and snow to me, here in Texas. That is all, peace, love and light to all who are going to send me what I am requesting. To the rest of you who insist on keeping this for yourselves, you will have to answer to the Empress once the takeover begins. 

Crazy words from someone who desires nothing but snow, being snow deprived makes one ramble like a madman. I should know, I’m doing it now.

 

I had something strange happen today, on Facebook, of course. I received a message from someone I don’t know, they said they took a DNA test and it said we were a match for 3rd cousins.

I am intrigued, she went on to say her daughter said we look alike. I looked at her fb page and there are some similarities. Our smiles are eerily similar, I don’t know what to think.

I, of course, asked her familial relations, she said her mother told her that she had an affair and that the result was her. Super candid, she told me what she thinks is the name of her bio dad. His name doesn’t ring a bell, but the last name does.

The men in my family are notoriously, um, well, randy. My dad and my grandfather and my oldest brothers were not strayers. I know a couple of uncles that didn’t seem the type, but some of those others. Well, let’s just say there are family rumors.

The last name she told me is one that is familiar, but I can’t quiet place it. Maybe I’ll call one of my cousins and see if it sounds familiar to them.
The thing is, I look like my grandmother, the older I get the more I look like her. Her genetics are incredibly strong, whenever my family gathers I can see her. I used to think it was a trait passed on by my grandfather. I was wrong.

If this woman is really related to me, it is on my grandmothers side.

In other news, my version of crack chicken turned out amazingly well. here is the recipe, I know you all have been waiting with baited breath:

4 chicken breasts

4 chicken thighs, bone in and skin on, this makes for a more tender chicken breast.

1 bottle of Good Foods Caesar salad dressing

Cream Cheese brick

Half a cup of chopped up bacon. I use the Kirklands bacon that is already cooked and chopped up.

This all goes into a crockpot.

I put the breasts in first

Then the cream cheese

Then the thighs

Pour the dressing over the whole thing.

Last the bacon.

Cover and cook on low for 8 hours.

I am not going to lie, this was the most tender, tasty chicken I have ever cooked in my entire life.

If you are like me and hate Ranch, this is the chicken for you.

It is 100% Keto friendly, the dressing only has 1 carb as well as the cream cheese. that is it, no other carbs in the whole thing.

There you have it folks, my life in a nutshell, strange occurrences and a recipe all in one setting.

Bon Appetite, or dig in.

As usual any questions, comments or recipes you might suggest that are keto friendly you can leave here or send to me at angie@angieworld.com

At night I watch a lot of Netflix, Hulu and Amazon Prime Videos, the main ones I watch are series I have already seen, shows that are now defunct.

There is one show I found on Amazon that was never on any of the main networks. It was a show I discovered on Soap Net, a network that is actually now gone. With the wind, or with some other weather happening.

I discovered it while I was looking for my favorite soaps on that channel, they used to show Ryan’s Hope! Hands down one of my favorite soaps, I digress. The show I discovered was called Being Erica, it was a BBC show that was set in Canada.

The main character, Erica, was in a car wreck and while in the hospital a therapist comes to her room. Convinces her she needs therapy and then has her right a list of regrets.

The list is long, and they start going through them, the thing about this therapy is that Erica goes back in time to try and fix her “mistakes”.

It is a really good show, it is over now, it only had 4 seasons, but the storyline wrapped up in four seasons. It was a satisfied ending, I highly recommend it.

But here is my question, if you could go back and change some things, what would they be?

I have often said I would only change one thing about my life, one real regret.

But there are things I would go back and relive if I had the chance.

I would do any day that I was 16 over, even the days I was busy breaking up with Kent King. I would love to wake up in my bed, in my parents home and walk into the kitchen and see my dad at the dining room table and my mom at the stove. I would love to have her pancakes and homemade hot chocolate. Then go to school, I would talk to people I normally would not have. You would all be confused, but I would still do it. It would be the talk of many reunions to come.

I would see my best friend, hang out at her house, drag main and get Sonic ice.

I would go home and talk to my parents, I would tell them how much I love them and how much I owe them for rescuing me.

I would call my grandma and tell her how much she has influenced my life.

I would play my music on my turntable and sing the Bay City Rollers at the top of my lungs.

But I wouldn’t change anything there, not one single thing, not even that oh so regrettable blue eyeshadow.

I would then go back to my time and relish all of my memories, of the one day I got to go back.

I am always curious, what would others do with a do over or a day back?

If you have Amazon I hope you watch Being Erica and tell me how you liked it or didn’t like it.

As always you can tell me here or send me an email at angie@angieworld.com.

Today is a day that will live in infamy, no, not really, but I couldn’t resist.

Today is that special day, the anniversary of my parents marriage. I know I write about them often, due to the fact they were and continue to be the most amazing humans I have ever knows. I know some pretty amazing humans, but hands down those two remain my favorite.

They were steadfast in their faith, confident their belief in God would carry them through everything life had to throw at them. They would be proven correct time and time again. 

Their love for each other sustained them as well, their relationship is the one I go to for guidance. To show me what I should look for in a mate. One that I am equally yoked to, one that can understand my quirkiness and has his own quirks. 

As I think about them and their love story, which I have written about many times, if you are new here, just do a search for Foy and Odela. So much written about their incredible love story.

Once upon a time in the magical land of Owasso, there lived a couple who were very much in love. They agreed on almost everything, almost, there was one time they did not agree. Let us go back to that time.

It was 1970 something, the setting, a fabric store, the mission to find material and buttons for a new dress for youngest daughter.

The material was chosen, looking back it was probably not a good idea to let said daughter choose, disco was in full effect, buttons were being looked at.

Odela: I like these; Foy: I like these. Discussion ensues, heavy discussion. In the middle of the fabric store, daughter intervenes, shouldn’t I pick for my dress? 

I want to tell you here and now, the confused looks I received from both parental units still make me laugh out loud. 

My dad said, this is not about you, I said your taste is questionable dad, you tried to make me get coke bottles for glasses. My mom had a good chuckle at that, then they went back to the button issue. In the end my mom won, of course, they had a good laugh about it and then we went back home to eat homemade hamburgers.

They very rarely disagreed on anything, the second time I ever saw my mother put her foot down was when my dad was teaching me to drive. She wanted me to learn in drivers ed, my dad said he knew more about cars than any old teacher.

One day I was outside with my dad and he was working on the car, he said get in and punch the gas. I said I’m not really comfortable with that. He said do it, I said ok, well, the car was not in neutral it was in reverse and I punched on the gas and went through the fence. My mom came flying, yes, flying, out of the front door. Two words were spoken. Drivers Ed! Then she went back in, my dad and looked at each other speechless and he said I guess you are going to Drivers Ed. I said I guess so. 

I miss them so much, there is so much I want to tell them, I know they would love their grandchildren, my children, whom they did not get to know the way they did their others. Due to age and proximity, but I know they would love their chosen career paths and would be so proud of all three of them. 

They all three embody our family credo of take a stand, make a mark. Flourish where you are planted. My mother told me that after my dad died. I had thought about moving home and she said no, because I loved where I was. She said she didn’t need me and I needed to flourish where I was.

I hope everyone has good parents, I think I hit the lottery with mine, I wasn’t born to them, I was chosen by them. 

Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad, I know you are so happy being together.

I finally saw it, Aquaman, the movie, the origin story of Arthur Curry. I have a few thoughts, first off, I did read some reviews before embarking on my cinematic journey. I am amused by critics who are not comic book fans, sci-fi fans, nor action adventure fans. They are film critics, not fans, therefore it is their mission in life to find fault with fun, adventure-filled, fantasy movies.

I have to start with Aquaman was never my favorite superhero as a kid, I mean, he was fine, he just wasn’t my favorite. I went into the movie with no expectations, except one, to be entertained. I payed for entertainment, therefore, I except it.

I was not disappointed, I do have to give the caveat, I love Jason Momoa, I have loved him since Stargate Atlantis. Not a Dean Cain kind of love, more like a Dwayne Johnson kind of love. Casting him as Arthur Curry was perfection.

I was severely disappointed by Batman vs Superman, due to the fact that Henry Cavill and Ben Affleck looked pained the entire movie. They had the look of I’m being paid to show up but I’m not having fun. The only one in that movie that was having fun was Gal Gadot.

Her Wonder Woman is nothing short of a breath of fresh air, Jason Momoa adds the same excitement to his Aquaman.

From start to finish he has fun, his fight scenes are dynamic, his banter is spot on, he delivers his lines with flair. He looks like he came not to work but to have fun and fun is had. He and Gal Gadot have brought life to DC movies, they are like Christopher Reeve, he looked like he loved being Superman, there was no angst, no should I be doing all of this for the humans, he had fun and he brought us along for the ride. I may even want to go to a beach this summer and search for a glimpse of an Atlantean.

Jason brought us along for the ride, he showed up for work every day of that film and had fun. That is what I want to see in my superheroes, that is what makes a great Marvel movie. All of the actors look like they are loving being heroes, action stars, running towards fake danger and making it look real. This is what makes a great comic book movie, Wonder Woman and Aquaman are bringing the fun back to DC movies and it is a welcome respite.

I am happy I went, happy I paid to see it on the big screen and yes, I will buy it when it comes out. That is how much I enjoyed it. If you haven’t seen it, go, if you are not a love of comics, go, just don’t sit and tear it apart. Enjoy it for what it is, entertainment, fantasy, science fiction.

Any comments, criticisms or questions can be left here or sent to angie@angieworld.com.

2019 is here and I rang it in by going out, I know, right! Me, out on the town on a New Year’s Eve, I have not done that in over 10 years.

So, my friend Kristie, asked me what I was doing for New Year’s Eve, I said nothing, like usual and she said do you want to go with me?

I said sure, ok, follow me here, because it is about to get complicated.

We have a mutual friend, who has a son (adult son) who plays in a band, K is friends with his wife. She text K and said hey, the band is playing on NYE if you want to come out. So K asked me if I wanted to go see friends son play, well I have known him since he was little, so I said sure.

She said ok, I’m going to warn you, this place is a place frequented by older people. Older than us; I queried, yes, older than us. I said I’m in.

So off we went, to a place in Dallas, that was indeed filled with older than us people.

The band was awesome, really good, they played music from the ’60’s and 70’s, a few ’80’s and ’50’s thrown in for good measure. These people could dance!

A very nice gentleman that had to be at least 90 approached me and asked if I wanted to dance. He said I was beautiful and loved my outfit. So flattering.

I danced, so much, my feet were numb at the end, I can’t remember the last time I went dancing. It was so fun, because there was no pressure, no one was hitting on me in a genuine manner. I was told I was beautiful, a good dancer and it was fun.

It was a great way to end a great year and a good way to start a year I am sure is going to be filled with greatness.

Will it have challenges? Of course, life is not without challenges and difficulties, but we persevere and we look for the best and if you look for the best you find the best.

That is my experience on this earth.

So, my first trip of 2019 is shaping up, plane tickets have been acquired, a hotel room booked, dresses for wedding bought and now to get tickets to Disney, a rental car and parking for airport.

Getting to see the daughter of a family I love get married, priceless. Going with my daughter, beyond priceless, it is always an adventure to go places with Izzy Anne. I am sure this is going to be a fun, exciting adventure.

How is your New Years shaping up? Did you do anything different? I would love to know how you spent your New Year’s Eve. You can leave comments here or email me at angie@angieworld.com.