Author: Angie World

One of my favorite shows is back!!! Welcome back Real Housewives of New Jersey, oh how I have missed you. I really wondered if there would be enough drama to keep us all interested after Danielle left the show. Well, I should not have worried, the producers have found Melissa, she makes one say Danielle who. Melissa is Teresa’s sister-in-law and she is just, well, a mixture of ignorance, vindictiveness, and crazy. She peppers all conversation with “Praise Jesus”, and while I am a conservative Christian who loves Jesus with my whole heart, hearing the sentence “I was taught to be a cook in the kitchen a lady in the parlor and a whore in the bedroom, Praise Jesus”, actually caused me to do a spit take. Sorry Jess, you got beat this week.
If you have not watched this show, this season is the one to watch, right out of the gate there is a huge fight at a baby’s christening, mother/daughter drama, and a mom letting go of her children. I have to say hats off to Caroline, you and Albert raised amazing, independent, intelligent and funny children. It is hard letting go and you are doing so with class. Love, love, love you. To quote one of your cast mates.
The Irishman is not feeling well, all stuffy, sore throat and fever, I really hope I don’t get it. I woke up this morning not feeling that great, but after a nice hot shower, I was right as rain. And after my morning coffee, I was better than that! Today is Thursday which we all know is the gateway to Friday that makes me happy. Tomorrow I get to sleep in, although I will be at work until 7:30 as I traded with Jose, his son has a game, I am not sure what kind of game, I think soccer but I don’t know he wanted to go, so I traded with him. I know, I am incredibly magnanimous, I know you were thinking it so I said it. I will probably pass out on the drive home tomorrow evening! Someone check on me about 8pm please, make sure I made it home!

I am extremely sad today; Wonder Woman is not coming back to television. NBC passed on the pilot; I would really love to see it, to see what is so wrong with it they passed on it. I certainly hope it was not to bring more reality TV to the small screen. I cannot stand reality TV.
My new IPhone has been shipped; hopefully I will get it today, if not today then definitely tomorrow. I am excited and sad all at the same time. I was really waiting for the new one to come out in August, but no, clumsy me, I had to drop mine in the parking lot and shatter the glass. I am so mad at myself, but me being clumsy is nothing new. I have been that way all of my life. I know without a doubt I am going to be one of those old people that breaks their hip all the time.
I am trying to think if I have anything to do this coming weekend, I honestly don’t know, I don’t remember. How bad is that? I seriously think I may be in the early stages of Alzheimer’s, I can’t remember a lot of stuff, like yesterday; I could not find the TV changer to save my life. And I was the last one who had it; I looked everywhere, even in the fridge. The bathroom, the dishwasher, under the sofa, the sofa cushions, literally everywhere. It ended up being on the table, in my defense under a magazine. But still. I don’t know what is happening to me. I play word games to keep my mind sharp, but it doesn’t seem to be working. If anyone has any ideas please tell me.

Music is such an interwoven part of American life, its history, apart of our story. There are certain types of music that are uniquely American, country music, bluegrass, Jazz, R&B, Rap, Gospel (both types), hard hitting rock and roll, and it is woven into our lives, our history.
The old slave gospels told them how to make their escape, Wade in the Water is a prime example, giving instructions to wade in the water so the dogs could not pick up their scent. These songs have lasted throughout the years, as a testament to the human spirit, the ability to not only survive, but overcome and thrive.
Country music tells the story of everyday people, storytelling at its best, I am not talking about today’s country music, like Taylor Swift, I am talking about Tennessee Ernie Ford, his song “16 Tons” was a story of how the major companies took advantage of their workers. Never allowing them to get ahead. As Americans we have a unique voice in that area, Loretta Lynne, Conway Twitty, Patsy Cline, Earl Scruggs, names that shaped country music. They gave us something that we could call our own.
Jazz, so uniquely American, another down South creation, New Orleans, it still influences other genres of music. Jazz had a huge influence on Rock n Roll. When you look back over the evolution of music in America you see that it is as diverse and independent as the inhabitants of this great land. Our diversity and adaptability is what makes us great. In all areas.
I didn’t forget the television theme song arena, now that is just total greatness, short snippets of music that can invoke memories of family time, a time of being swept up in a story, from Davy Crocket to the A-Team, the theme songs are unique and show driven.
Let’s not forget the symphony, I am talking John Williams, his music is the type where you open your arms and allow it to flow through your soul.
Whatever you listen to, sing to, rock out in the car to, know that you are not alone; you have a whole country of music lovers.
I myself love it all; I listen to anything from rap to bluegrass, rock n roll, disco, symphony, classical, pop, jazz, R&B and yes some country. Oh and let’s not forget I am a huge fan of television show theme songs.
Enjoy a good song today, remember its origins and know here, in America, you are free to listen to whatever you want, whatever makes your soul soar.

Just because something is “allowed” or isn’t technically against the rules doesn’t make it morally right. I am so sick of people, and people who have volunteered to protect the rights of others, trampling on those rights! What makes you think we aren’t watching? What makes you think that when you get ready to want bigger things that we will stand behind you? We have watched you, you have not done the right thing where you should have and we will not forget. I will not forget and I will let others know how you have stepped on them in the past and continue to step on them now. Shame on you, you know who you are, no, you and I are not friends, we only travel in one of the same circles together, it is the circle that people are supposed to be able to rely on. But because you have chosen to do something that is not entirely aboveboard. I am ashamed to be associated with you at this point in time. You do not bring honor to your title and I am disgusted that you don’t seem to understand how you are trampling on people.
I know you will never read this, but just know, others will, they will ask who you are and what you did, I will tell them. I will be very vocal about it due to the fact you have been spoken to about the situation and continue to behave in the same manner. Shame on you.

Today is May 13th, Friday the 13th to be exact, most people count this as a bad luck day, in my family it is a good luck day. My parents were married on a Friday the 13th and were married for 59 years before my dad passed away. Mary Kay opened her business on a Friday the 13th; we all know how that is going. So happy Friday the 13th, may everyone have as good a day as my parents had on their wedding day!
Summer is almost upon us and it is the time of questionable fashion choices, I want to tackle the sleeveless shirt. Now I do not wear sleeveless things, if my dress or top is sleeveless I wear a sweater to cover the upper part of my arms as they are hideous. I look like I have two ham hocks hanging off of my shoulders. I in no way shape or form want people seeing those things without covering on them. I marvel at the confidence of women who don’t see to care that those things are showing. They just walk about as if they don’t have a care in the world. I do not know how they do it. No mirror? Healthy self esteem? What? Tell me! I want that kind of freedom! I will begin my workout next week, could not this week due to injury on my knee. But next week, cardio and weights here I come! No more ham hocks will be my chant during my work out.
Starbucks has thwarted me again, it has a new tasty treat, coconut mocha frappucino, darn you Starbucks and your tasty treats! You beckon me with your sirens call, promises of caffeine surrounded by tasty goodness. You are my nemesis, my friend and my weakness all rolled into one giant confusing emotional mess.

Yesterday I made an amazing discovery, Scott Baio is on twitter! Yes ladies our teenage dream is on twitter and we can hang on his every word! I know you are wondering what I did with that information, well I did the only thing I could. I hit the follow button, then proceeded to tell the world via twitter that @ScottBaio was on! This morning I woke to the amazing thing of being retweeted by Scott!!! I am living the teenage dream ladies!
I understand he has a new sitcom coming out on Nick at Night, their first original program ever. I will be watching, or if it is past my bedtime, setting the DVR!
Here is my question, who has retweeted you? Anyone interesting? Anyone famous? I would love to know.
Well for Mother’s Day Elizabeth gave me workout clothes, so now I will have to go to the gym, I do have to get new shoes first, which Alex gave me a gift certificate, so tomorrow I will be shopping for those. Why not today you ask, well I forgot the gift certificate at home. So I will put it in my purse tonight that way I am not fumbling in the morning to find it.
I got a good nights sleep last night so I am wide awake and ready to go, go where you ask, well that remains to be seen. I have found the day can take you anywhere.
Yesterday my friend told me that she and her husband welcomed their baby boy into the world! To quote Melanie from Gone with the Wind: “The best days are the days that babies are born” I am so happy for you guys, I know you are going to be amazing parents.
Today is Wednesday, it is almost Thursday then Friday then the weekend! WoooHooo! I have plans this weekend, so excited! and no, they do not involve stalking Scott Baio on Twitter, that is just a hobby, not a way of life, I know you were thinking it Jess.

The day has not started off well, I fell in the parking lot outside of work, I am wearing a dress and my knees are all scraped up. Not a good look, I was going to the bank and to the store after work, but will be going home to change into something that will hide my knees first. At least I can sit at my desk and hide my offensive appendages while here. My left knee is really beginning to hurt. But after all of that I got some news that was not only welcomed but very celebrated. I cannot say as of yet, it is not my news to tell and I don’t have permission to say anything. Just know it is very good news.
Well, remember last week when I said I was proud of a certain female for putting her children first, I spoke too soon. She has decided man chasing is the way to go, who cares about the kids, let’s just go out and party on the weekends to meet some random man. Then announce she took a risk and is proud of herself. REALLY? I am sorry, but when you become a mother, taking risks are out of the question. I am disgusted and done.
I am in desperate need of Starbucks; I wish they opened at 4:30.

Well, I have a terrific does that make my dog crazy story for you all. This morning, when I woke, Chewie wanted his food, immediately, could not wait. I fed him, then opened the back patio door for him, went back into the bedroom to begin preparations to face my day. Pretty soon Chewie comes in, goes to the door in my bedroom and indicates he wants out, so I open the door and he goes from that door into the open door leading to the dining room. He didn’t want outside he was just too lazy to walk to the bedroom door leading back to the rest of the apartment! He wanted to take the shortcut. So does that make my dog crazy, or clever?
I spent the day with Elizabeth Anne yesterday, I missed Jeffrey, he was busy, I saw Alex of course, he lives with us so he cannot get out of seeing his mother on Mothers Day. It was a good day, Elizabeth and I went to see a movie, Water for Elephants, I highly recommend the movie. Excellent acting, riveting story telling, great writing, all in all a great movie going experience.
Saturday night was spent in the company of my friend Linda and her family minus one, her son Billy had to stay in Tulsa and work. It was so much fun, I have not laughed that much in a long time, it was also the first time the Irishman met them. I think he is a little in love with all of them. He could not say enough good things about them, he did say he could see why Linda and I are such good friends, peas in a pod he called us.
Friday night was date night with the Irishman; we went to see Thor, a movie we have both been wanting to see. I love superhero lore, I think you all know that by now, and Thor is a particular favorite, not only is he a comic book hero, he is a legend in Norse Mythology, double whammy. I loved the movie, it was laced with humor, action and a good storyline, how much more could one ask for? It was good loud fun!
Well I am exhausted and need a nap now; I have a dental appointment this afternoon, perhaps I can sleep while they are replacing my filling.

It being Mother’s Day of course I sit here and contemplate my own mother, whom I miss tremendously. My mom was an amazing woman, wise, kind, loving, huge heart and a wicked sense of humor. I would love to be like her, have her quiet strength, her understanding, her way of making everyone around her feel loved, important and welcome. She had warmth about her that just drew people to her, it was natural, it wasn’t something she worked on, or perfected, it was who she was. She didn’t think about it, she just was this person.
At times I feel cheated, that my mom was so much older, I feel I should still have a mother at my age, but most of the time I just feel lucky. Downright lucky, see it wasn’t chance that made her my mother, it was purpose. I was adopted; she chose to raise me, to love me and to be my mother.
I would always tell her she was my favorite mother, and she would laugh and say well I guess I will take that as I am not the first mother you had, I would say, no you are the one that counts. It was our thing. We like so many of the same things; she used to tell me that I got those things from her by osmosis. I don’t care how I got those likes, I am just glad I acquired them, every time one of those tiny habits rears its head, I smile, because I am reminded of her, an amazing, wonderful woman who was my mother by choice.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the moms out there, whether you are a mother by nature or by paper, you are amazing and the job you do never ends. This is your one day to rest! Take advantage!!

Today is Thursday, yay, as we all know, Thursdays are the gateway to Fridays, so I love Thursday! This weekend is shaping up to be very busy indeed. I have plans for Saturday afternoon and if Linda is in town hopefully Saturday night, Sunday is Mother’s Day, so I will get to see my children, score! I also need to do some shoe shopping somewhere in there and also some grocery shopping.
Today I will pick up the Irishman’s daughters from school, I do believe this is a day that requires a little pick me up. Last time we went to Sonic for our pick me up, it was nice and we had snacks out at the picnic tables there. I don’t know where we will go today; I will have to think on it. It is supposed to be pretty so somewhere that has outdoor tables, I am not a huge fan of McDonalds, and however, they do have this one that is on Custer that has a great outdoor playground. Perhaps there, where they can run around and scream and wave their arms and just tire themselves out! Get some energy out from the yucky weather earlier in the week and from sitting in school all day. I do believe I have a plan in place.
Tomorrow will be my Mother’s Day entry; we all know what that means, I will be crying while writing about my mom, whom I still miss every day.
There is so much rattling around in my head that cannot go out to the public, perhaps I shall write it down to be published after my death. Most of you will be gone by then; women in my family live a long time, like 100 and beyond.
I have asked my children for work out things for Mother’s Day, I hope that will inspire me, new shoes, and new outfits, ready to go! Wish me luck!