Forever a Nerd

Last week was a little busy, it was my annual week with Tess. It was spent bowling and laser tag with Uncle Alex, painting with Elicia, Shazam, Spider-Man Far From Home and I got to introduce her to the joys of the comic book store.

I genuinely love getting to introduce my loves to my granddaughter. We bought a Batman comic, a Harley Quinn keychain and a Vision big headed thing. Like a vinyl pop but not. Those were all for Tess.

For me I found a Superman vs Captain Marvel, currently known as Shazam. 1978 publishing date and three Buffy comics.

I hope I never grow up if it means leaving those things behind.

I know one day she will outgrow wanting to spend time with her Gigi, but for now I shall enjoy the fact that she seems to like talking to me and hearing my stories. Which I tell ad nauseam.

I spend a lot of time alone these days so when I have someone to talk to I have a feeling I talk too much. I’m going to need to watch that, no one likes a talker.

I’ve been off of work for a week and just went back today, I could use another week off. I can’t even tell you any of the problems I helped with today.

They are all a blur. I’m very tired. Signing off. Must remember to stop by the comic book store tomorrow, the Buffy comics I was looking for are in.

Thomas Alexander Graham Bell

Once upon a time in a suburb of Texas a wonderful event occurred. Alex joined our household.

On this day Alex was born, being the youngest hasn’t always been the easiest but he has worn the mantle well.

So here is what I want him to know on his birthday:

Dear Alex,

You were the best surprise I have ever had. When you were born you completed our little family. You were full of smiles from the start, Mr. Sunshine face, that is what Elizabeth would call you. Waking with a huge smile every morning will earn you a moniker like that.

I have had the privilege of watching you become the man you are today and I am in awe of your strength and perseverance. I am so proud of you and humbled that God chose me to be your mom.

I love you beyond infinity, never forget that son. We may not agree on everything but I love our conversations and lively debates. I am so happy you know how to have a rousing debate without allowing it to become an argument.

I am so proud of you for making the decisions you have for your life. The life you have today is due to your struggles of yesterday.

I know without one doubt your grandma and grandpa Testerman would be so proud of you. My dad would have loved conversing with you as much as I do.

I love you son, Happy Birthday!

Mom

Meaningful Connections

Ok, so, today at work I had to do some training modules. One of them was titled Meaningful Connections. I became very excited by the title, I thought finally, after 22 years with this company a training that is useful. It’s going to tell me how to meet Dean Cain, I mean seriously what could be a more meaningful connection?

I was wrong, so very wrong, there was one useful aspect of the training. I took a test to find out what kind of bird I am. Kind of scary considering Fat Catstard, I’m guessing he likes birds. A little too much.

Turns out I am a peacock, that was the second time I took it. The first time it was horribly wrong, it said I was an owl. A lover of mathematics, great not only was I not learning how to meet DC I was thrown into a math universe. Not cool.

So I took it again and it made me a peacock. I am much more comfortable being the center of attention. After all I do have my own world.

Apparently I am social, the life of the party and quite talkative. I can live with that.

On a totally unrelated topic, my youngest son sent me a text asking if I still had my Joseph Campbell books and could he borrow them. I consider it a major nerd mom win.

I very happily located them and took them to his house. I can hardly wait to discuss them with him.

Well, that is my world today, next week is my annual week with Tess. We are very excited.

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

Happy Birthday Tessa

Dear Tessa,

Today we mark the day you made your entrance into our lives and this world. I am so proud and happy that I get to be your Gigi.

You are smart, funny, beautiful and slightly dark. I love how Darth Vader is your favorite character and how you want to be a Sith Lord and not a princess.

You are the perfect EIT (Empress in Training), plotting your takeover at every turn. You definitely keep me on my toes.

I love our conversations, I get to see your heart and it is spectacular.

I pray you always keep your curiosity, your innocent way of looking at the world.

I love it when you text me that you believe there are ghosts in your Aunt Elizabeth’s office and how you are trying to capture them with your camera.

I love that you have a deep love for Harry Potter and a real sense of right and wrong.

Happy Birthday my sweet, beautiful girl.

Love,

Gigi.

Spiderman, Fat Catstard and Other Stuff

I went to see Spiderman Far From Home today, don’t worry I won’t spew any spoilers. I will say stay until the very very end. Oh and if you don’t think Tahiti is a magical place after seeing it, well, I don’t know if we can be friends anymore. (J/K, nerd humor)

I have always liked Peter Parker, he is just so, human, he thinks with his heart and is an incredibly vulnerable character. If you love Marvel and well superheroes in general, go see Peter Parker in action.

Ok, so, I like pedicures and manicures, a lot, I typically only get pedicures during sandal season. I tell you this as a preface to what comes next. The last two times I have gotten a pedicure the nail person has been male. Two different males, this is important to the story.

The first time I was a little taken aback, but ok, I can do this, he was really young, and kept trying to make eye contact and smiling. It was all very creepy, for me, I know he didn’t mean to be creepy, but it came off like that.

The second time it was an older man, I thought ok, this can’t be that bad. But it was and he kept asking why I have bruises on my calves, I am incredibly clumsy, I always have been. My mom would call me Accident Prone Angie, not in a mean way, she was right. Anyway I explain that I’m just clumsy, he says your man didn’t do this did he.

An image immediately flashed before my eyes of a man that was no taller than my knees beating my calves. I burst out laughing and said no man. The next time I go I am going to specifically ask for a woman nail tech for the pedicure. I just can’t do the male, call me sexist, it is just too creepy to have them rubbing my calves and saying you like.

I have been stalking, um looking at, Zachary Levi’s instagram, it makes me think he lives on a giant commune somewhere in Texas. I live in Texas, maybe I could find it and join, it looks like so much fun. They are all laughing, playing games, dancing, riding in a hot air balloon, I could totally fit in. Except the balloon thing, I am terrified of heights. I am still bereft after that Chuck ending, but I am healing. Listing to the Jeffster music I downloaded helps, I still want them to play a party or my fake wedding reception at my fake wedding to Dean Cain. I could totally hang with all of those people, they all look fun.

And here I am burying the lead, several people might be not happy with me, maybe a few won’t read this. My BBFF will read this, I know he reads me, as last week he called and yelled at me after a post. Yes he YELLED, over 20 years being friends and this is the first time he has raised his voice at me.

I have deleted myself off of the dating app game, I just can’t do this, I instablock every single man, for the most inane reasons. Head too big, block, no hair, block, too much hair, block, tell me the current inception of Star Trek is trash, block. Ok that one is legitimate. He needed to be blocked.

My frame of mind is just not right, I can’t do this, the thought of actually leaving the comfort of my home to go a date makes me cringe. Partly because no one can live up to my idea of what a man should be.

It’s ok if I blame Dean for this right? Or maybe my dad, or grandpa, they all have given me high ideas for what a man should be, do or say. Plus add all of my flaws and delusions of grandeur and well, that is just a recipe for either a Lifetime movie or a sitcom. So I deleted them and with them the last vestiges of any semblance of hope that I will not die alone and Fat Catstard  will not eat my face.

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

God Bless America

Home of the free because of the brave, the credo of The United States of America. I love those words, they have great meaning in my family.

My earliest memories are of my grandpa telling me stories about General Washington, yes, General, not President. Due to that I was shocked when I went to kindergarten and found out he was our first president. I remember excitedly telling my grandpa all about it.

The very first of that side of my family fought in the Revolutionary war, we are so proud of that. Because of that I feel like my family history is interwoven with America’s history.

We have fought in every war this country has had since the beginning, defending her, defending the freedoms afforded in this country.

There is no other like her, and yes, I do refer to our country as her, probably because of Lady Liberty. We defend liberty, there really is no other country like ours.

We are an unique blend here, we come from everywhere, some of us have been here for centuries (my grandmother’s family has been here since at least the 1600’s and my grandfather’s since 1774). I feel a kinship with her, I will defend her as well.

Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, we are not guaranteed happiness, but the right to pursue it. There is a difference there, no one can guarantee another happiness, our own happiness is dependent on ourselves. But we do have the right to pursue it.

I make no apologies for being as patriotic as I am, I am an American, right after Christian.

I am so happy I have the right to sit in my home and write anything I want, I am so happy I have the right to work where I want, or can find employment, I am so happy I have the right to wear what I want without fear of imprisonment or worse.

All of that is thanks to the brave who secured my freedom. So today, on our Nations Birthday, I want to thank every single soldier, past, present and our future ones. You have given up so much so we can enjoy so much, without you as our first line of defense we would have no chance in this world.

Thank you for your sacrifices, for your families sacrifices, without their willingness to let you do what you do we would have nothing.

God Bless you and God Bless America.

Superman and the American Way

You know when you have that favorite show? The one that is your go to when you’re sad, out of sorts, lonely or just want a quick pick me up.

I have several but my ultimate favorite is Lois and Clark, no huge surprise here. As I watched the pilot episode again last night (for the bazillionth time) I realized how much I am still struck every single time by how pretty Dean Cain is.

Especially that first gratuitous shirtless scene, I don’t think Terri Hatcher was faking that speechless look. We all had it, some of us still do.

I, for one, am super happy (see what I did there) that Dean won the role of Clark Kent. No one could have played him better, part innocence, part worldly and always stand for truth, justice and the American way.

That’s what Superman has always stood for, when did we start watering that down? When did that become a bad thing?

As the Fourth of July approaches I am a little more patriotic (I am always patriotic but it becomes more intensive). I know I’ve mentioned before that my family fought for the freedom of this country starting in 1774. I am intensely proud to be an American.

I do hope everyone has a fantastic Independence Day and fly that flag, wear the red, white and blue!

Just some random thoughts.

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

My Heart is in Shreds

I know last time I shared I had finally started watching Chuck. Well today I finished it. I am a wreck, this was seriously one of the best shows I’ve seen in a while.

I loved Zachary Levi as Chuck and Yvonne Strzechowski as Sarah, they really brought life to the characters. I bought into everything at the very beginning and enjoyed every minute of the romance, awkwardness, humor, action and feeling of family.

The supporting cast was an amalgamation of delightfully quirky characters filled with heart and some of them creepy. But in a fun way, I really need Jeffster, a singing duo consisting of Jeff and Lester, is at times cringe worthy and greatness was amazingly fun to watch. I’ve downloaded two of their songs. When I have my dream wedding (to Dean Cain of course) I need them to play.

The very last episode ripped my heart out, stomped on it the tapes it back together and put it back.

How do I follow that? What can I watch that will calm my soul? Good question, I do have an answer. Lois and Clark, the New Adventures of Superman, of course. I need some Happy right now.

Get Amazon Prime and watch Chuck.

No Need

I wonder when it’s time to say enough is enough. God doesn’t want me to meet Dean Cain and there are no other viable options.

I’m perfectly happy by myself, am I a little concerned about dying alone and Fat Catstard eating my face. Yes, but considering what type of men are attracted to me, it’s time to just stop.

My BBFF says that my lobster is out there and I shouldn’t think like this. But what if I already know who my lobster is I will never get to meet him.

What if my lobster isn’t attracted to me? When do I just accept that I’m not supposed to be with anyone.

Let’s face it, I’m really weird for a woman my age, I like strange things and I have secret single behaviors that at this juncture of my of my life I’m not willing to give up.

For instance while I’m cooking I put my headset on and listen to music. Not unusual in itself, but I also sing at the top of my lungs and dance. When the notes are a certain pitch, Stormie joins in. I really don’t want anyone witnessing that behavior. If I were married I’d have to stop doing it. I don’t want to stop. I love singing, I have a horrible singing voice. A great speaking voice, horrible singing. Its sad really, I love singing, God really didn’t bestow any talents on me. Wait, is weirdness a talent?

If it is I have an over abundance of it, on the flip side I don’t have anyone judging me for all of my nonconformity. I can watch what I want, relax in whatever fashion I want, buy the shoes I want. It’s a great life.

That’s the pitfall of having a great life and being good alone, you don’t need anyone else.

Little Things

I talked to a man today that touched my soul. He called in with a problem that really wasn’t within my purview.

He told me he had been up all night trying to figure it out and just wasn’t able to. I explained about my scope of support, but if he was willing I’d be happy to google how to fix his problem and see if we could get it taken care of. He readily agreed, it took an hour but we fixed his issue working together.

During the course of our interaction he began telling me about himself. He has colon cancer and by the time they found it, judging by the size of the tumor he had been walking around with it for 5 years. He is two years into treatment.

What struck me was his attitude, he was kind, gracious and very patiently followed all of my directions.

He began to tell me how God was working in his life and how he was using his time to tell people about God and the things He was doing in his life.

I told him I would be praying for him, he thanked me and we hung up.

This is the exact reason I love my job, every day I make a little bit of difference in someone’s life by helping them lessen a little of their stress. Dealing with electronics can be stressful.

We go through life never really knowing the effect we have on people, positive or negative. If we are fortunate we get to see a glimpse of how God uses us mortals.

I am grateful I was the one who got to speak to that particular customer and help them with their issue.