Author: Angie World

I didn’t get to watch all of the Real Housewives of New Jersey this morning; however the part I did see, all I can say is why is CPS not coming to get Danielle Staub? She has got to be the worst mother on television. Is anyone else appalled by her behavior?
Today is Stacy’s birthday, happy happy birthday Stacy, I hope it is an awesome day and filled with everything you want it to be.
I woke up congested and wonky, a little out of it, I have to admit if I did not have something incredibly important to do at work today I would have been tempted to call in and take the day off. However, I do have all next week off, I have my Mary Kay Seminar. I am so very excited about that! I look forward to this time of year every, well, year. It is held in downtown Dallas in case you didn’t know and there are five different Seminars they last 3 days each. Mine starts Monday and goes to Wednesday. So yes, I took all week off. Also on Friday Elizabeth is having her wisdom teeth out, so of course I want to be with her for that.
Well yesterdays post was a long one so I won’t bore you too much today!

I just finished watching Julie and Julia; again, I love that movie. This time I watched the special feature, in it, one of the commentators, and I don’t remember which one, says that she hopes this movie inspires women to find what they are passionate about and pursue it.
As you all know that is something I have been trying to figure out for a while now. No one seems to know what it is that I am good at, and quite frankly if I don’t know how can I expect others to know. I do know that I love shopping, I am good at finding bargains and I am good at knowing what looks good on someone else. I also know what looks good on me, but no one will pay for that. I know that I love to write, I love putting words to paper and having others read what I write. I know that is a bit narcissistic, but that is part of me. I know that I love making others feel good about themselves, I love fighting for what I believe in. I also love fighting for the person who needs me to stand of for them. I love argument, I love singing (that is totally not a career option unless I want to be the next William Hung, which I do not) I love movies, watching them, not making them. I love comic books, and superheroes, flawed superheroes are the best.
What am I passionate about? Besides Dean Cain. I am passionate anbout righting the wrongs of the world, or at least my little corner of the world. I hate injustice, mostly injustice for the working people. Really I hate injustice for single mothers. I would love to see job re-training for women who have been stay at home moms and suddenly find themselves thrust into the role of breadwinner. That was me at one time, I didn’t have help or any where to turn, I just had me, while some think that might have been enough, it would have been really great to have had someone to just say I think you would be good at this and here is the training program for that job. Now I am not saying I did not have friends who were there and completely supportive, I did, I had amazing friends. One in particular who went through the divorce and subsequent child custody battle with me, there at the courthouse every day until it was over. I still get emotional thinking that I don’t’ have a clue of why I deserve such a friend, just so grateful she was there.
But back to the job thing, I think that when you have been a stay at home mom and the job you were originally trained for doesn’t exist any longer that there should be some type of re-training program. This does not only apply to the women who find themselves single after divorce but the widowed as well. It is a tough world out there when you are alone.
Before I got married, I was a typographer, I loved that job, I went to school for two years to learn it. It was not the highest paying job in the entire world, but I loved doing it. That career no longer exists thanks to desktop publishing. I was obsolete. Now, I work at a job, that most days I like, I like the pay a lot, I like helping people, that is not what depresses me or stresses me, it is not the job itself.
I would love to find something I am passionate about and the people I work with are passionate about it as well.

2 day mini vacation… Talk amongst yourselves…

I know this is all probably caffeine overload induced thinking, but on the way to work I was thinking about my country’s need to save the world. We do it all of the time and have done it since our inception over 200 years ago. Why are we like this? Is it due to us being comprised of every other country in the world? We are an amalgamation of all of the other nations. Perhaps this is why we have a savior complex. Yes we, as a whole, have a complex. We want to save the world. Maybe we need therapy, calling Dr Phil. Well maybe not Dr. Phil. Maybe someone who is experienced with handling these types of issues, perhaps, dare I say it, not even a licensed therapist, maybe we just need to go on a talk show and work out our issues, since it is a country wide problem. And is it really a problem? Or an issue or a sickness. We need to decide, because we really need to fix ourselves before we tackle the rest of the world’s problems. I personally think we should leave solving the world’s problems to the celebrities, Angelina has a handle on adopting all of the children, Lindsey can tackle addiction issues and as for world peace I nominate Danielle Staub to bring light and love to everyone. I suggest she start with Libya.
My brain is in overload, am going to work on my manifesto to the United Nations. I am positive they will take all of my suggestions to heart and within a matter of weeks all of the ills of the world will be resolved!

I do my best thinking when that first wave of caffeine induced euphoria sweeps over me, which is why I write almost all of my posts in the early mornings. Today I started thinking about my old Sunday School teacher again. Someone meanly and rightly pointed out that her photo on her website was probably not from this decade, they are probably correct. Her hairstyle is exactly the same. I mean, come on, seriously, who keeps the same hairstyle all the way from 1979? And her daughter has the exact same hairstyle as she did in 1982. Her photo does look way more recent. Who does that? Who keeps the same hairstyle from decades before? That is a lot of upkeep, not to mention the same hair color? If I had the same hair color that I did when I was a senior, oh wait, never mind that, I went back to my natural color. Let’s get back to the cut, if I had kept the cut I would be sporting the Farah do right about now. That was a lot of work, it would take a minimum of two hours every day for me to get ready for school. Not that I consider it to have been a waste of time. I was freakin hot, I credit all that time spent on my looks as having a direct result in how I look now, so thank you to my past self.
I am very much feeling feisty this morning, it is Friday, I had starbucks and a diet coke yesterday afternoon, Alex came by and he and I had Taco Bueno for dinner, mind you it was an early dinner, but still. It was good and the company was good. But back to me feeling feisty, I also feel a need to be well cutting, my thoughts are darker than normal, I don’t quite understand why as my boss will be gone today and trust me that is a very good thing. For my sanity at least and perhaps for the sanity of those around me.
The first week of me working 5am to 1:30 is coming to a close and I am so grateful, it will take a minute for my body to get used to getting up 30 minutes earlier. Ok, here is the deal, if you have not gotten a compliment on your hair in the past six weeks, color it, cut it or buy some more of it. Do something! And by the way, someone saying to you, oh, wow, your hair, that is not a compliment unless they say Oh WOW your hair looks amazing. Or good, or incredible or I love it, or even I like it. If they have a stunned I totally cannot believe she did that to herself look, run back to that hairdresser immediately. Whew, I can’t believe I got that out! Please forgive me, I can’t seem to stop my fingers this morning, I really have not had that much caffeine this morning, I am just at a little over half a pot. Must go refill! Happy Friday everyone!

Yesterday was a strange day at work, I had to move desks, again, they have put me with a group where no one comes to work when I do, and they all start much later. So I am all alone for an hour and a half. I have to say it is nice and quiet.
Also, yesterday, Kimmy looks at me and says you are very white today, I know what you are thinking, aren’t you white every day. Well, Kimmy doesn’t know that, I think this is the first time she has seen my skin color. She doesn’t know that I am Caucasian, so if you all could not tell her that would be great. Speaking of really white people and keeping secrets, as pale and pasty as I am, the Irishman is like a bazillion times paler and pastier. One time he was wearing shorts and socks, yes that situation was addressed, but the thing was you could not tell where the socks ended and his legs began. Don’t tell him, he doesn’t know he is actually that pale. You would think he would know that, being Irish, I thought the whole nation was that color, perhaps I am mistaken.
Today I am wearing something I never, ever wear in public, before anyone can shout Elmo slippers, just know I would have no hesitation to wear those in public, no, it is a T-shirt. I normally wear those while working out, however today is Thursday and that means wear red to work day and I have obtained a shirt that says Union Activist. I rather like announcing myself as an activist. So, on it went. Don’t get used to it; I seriously do not like wearing T-shirts to work, or to the store or really anywhere besides a gym or bed.
On an up note, I am wearing really cute heels with cute jeans with said way too casual t-shirt.
I am really looking for a new career; does anyone have any suggestions for me?? I am having a hard time figuring out what I would be good at.

I made the most wondrous discovery yesterday, no, it wasn’t the secret of making it snow in the summer time in Texas. Something almost, but not quite as good, I discovered Fleeta Sundays website. Who is Fleeta Sunday you ask, well, she, along with her husband Ed, were the two Sunday School teachers I did not run off. Fleeta is an intuition in Owasso, Oklahoma. When I was in high school she worked in the office, she and her husband taught Sunday School and they had three children. One of them, Juli, was everything my parents thought they wanted me to be. To them she was the perfect teenager, around my parents, Juli was polite, never argumentative and a “good” girl. Of course they only saw her once a week at church, sometimes twice. Of course the inevitable “why can’t you be more like Juli” came out of their mouths. One day, I had finally heard that one time too many, so I said, “wow, you know what, you are 100 percent correct, I will strive to be more like Juli Sunday.” So, I ran and got a pen and paper and said “number one, find a boyfriend to make out with in front of my psych class, number two” I was stopped at number one. They quickly retracted their statement and demanded to know what kind of school they were sending me to. I might add here that if I had had a boyfriend in high school that looked like Juli Sundays boyfriend I would totally have made out with him in front of my psych class. What was his name? I can’t remember his name, I remember he played on the football team and was the prettiest boy in school. Tammi help a friend out here!

I never really stopped wanting to be a little like Juli Sunday, she always had perfect skin, perfect teeth, the perfect tan, perfect hair,  and let’s not forget she was MS Owasso.  Well, 3 out of 5 isn’t too bad. I was never Ms Owasso and well forget about tanning, but the hair, teeth and skin, I got that covered!

So if you want to check out my old Sunday School teacher and her daughter, my nemesis (she never knew she was my nemesis) go to www.fleetasunday.com her daughter works for her.

I hate the heat, there, I said it, yes, I know I live in Texas, the hottest state in the whole continental United States. If that is fundamentally not true, please do not correct me, as I believe it to be true. It is unbearable here this time of year. In Oklahoma, in Owasso, Oklahoma, it never got this hot. The summers were never as brutal as they are here. I long for the cold, I long for the snow, I long for, yes, and dare I say it, boot season.
Yesterday was a very lackluster day, first of all I get to work and cannot find my phone, and I am convinced I left it at home. Let everyone know they cannot reach me via cell. Imagine my horror when I do get home and cannot find said cell. I am already panicking because my keys are stuck in the front door, now, no phone! I pick up the house phone and call myself. I do not answer, no one does. No comforting sounds of vibrations, no dulcet tones of Brittany Spears fill the air. I go overtime into panic mode. Where is my precious phone? I then get the bright idea to go to the garage with the house phone and call the cell, to my chagrin the cell was in the car the whole time. In my defense the phone is black and so is the carpet in my car.
I feel discombobulated at work this week, with the new schedule change, having to be at work at 5:00 am and with Kimmy working a different schedule and not coming in until Wednesday, I am very put off on my own internal clock.
Hopefully it will all get better as time goes on, then it will be time for a new schedule! Oh the humanity!

Confession time, I watch Army Wives on Lifetime. I am not a typical Lifetime channel watcher; however, this show captured my attention. Originally it was because Kim Delaney is on there, we all remember her from All My Children, she was Jenny, I still love the story line of Jenny and Jessie, now this was not a romantic relationship, and it was friendship in its purest form. Of course when I saw she was in a new show my interest was piqued. Then I discovered Drew Fuller was also cast, from Charmed fame, and Brigid Brannagh who was in one episode of Charmed I was intrigued. Then I watched the first episode, darn you Lifetime, I was hooked.
The episode from last night, which I watched this morning, was heart wrenching, watching these characters that we have come to love deploy and leave their families. I was sobbing even before putting on my makeup. Of course now I have a headache from it, but the episode was realistic, it conveyed the correct emotions, the way the families go to the tarmac to say goodbye, the forced happiness so the troops can go off feeling somewhat good. The immense pride the wives have for their Army husbands, the fears that they also have and keep hidden. All I can say is darn you Lifetime for your blatant manipulation of my emotions!
If you are not watching this amazing show, well written, well acted, please do so, you will not be disappointed.

It is Friday and I am grateful, I will be running my errands this afternoon after work so I can spend all day tomorrow holed up in my apartment. Yes, it has been that kind of week. I am determined that with my new schedule beginning on Monday it will all be better. I do believe leaving 30 minutes earlier might do the trick.
Yesterday I stopped at Starbucks for me and Tiffaney; you would think that would eradicate the need to stop this morning. It did not; I fully refuse to feel any shame in this. I need my coffee treat on Friday dagnabit, and I am going to get it. I did get something healthy, the Greek yogurt, so I have balanced myself out. While I am going the full disclosure route, I had my Peet’s coffee at home and also got an extra shot of espresso again. Once again I feel no shame.
Last night Alex came over and we had dinner together, I cooked a pizza, no, not homemade, but second best. The spinach, mushroom and garlic pizza from Schwan’s, so good! I highly recommend it. We had a pleasant meal together and a pleasant conversation.
I want to know who decided it was a good idea to put dried cranberries in everything. Someone find that person and fire them!