Author: Angie World

Ok I have narrowed it down to two different wedding songs to be played at the reception/party, neither one is from the 1970’s, I am in a quandary.
Here is the first:
I love you a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck
A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap
A barrel and a heap and I’m talkin’ in my sleep
About you, about you
‘Cause I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your purdy neck I do

A doodle-oodle-ooh-doo
A-doodle-oodle-oodle-ooh-doo

I love you a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck though you make my heart a wreck
Make my heart a wreck and you make my life a mess
Make my life a mess, yes a mess of happiness
About you, about you
‘Cause I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your purdy neck I do

A doodle-oodle-ooh-doo
A-doodle-oodle-oodle-ooh-doo

I love you a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck and it beats me all to heck
It beats me all to heck, how I’ll ever tend the farm
Ever tend the farm when I wanna keep my arm
About you, about you
‘Cause I love you a bushel and a peck
You bet your purdy neck I do

A doodle-oodle-ooh-doo
A-doodle-oodle-oodle-ooh-doo
A-doodle-oodle-oodle-ooh-doo
A-doodle-oodle-ooh-doo-doo

Here is the second:
Well down in Panama city
They perfected the art of the tan
And those Oklahoma girls
They sure know why they call it heartland
Well up in Seattle, boy they’ll have you prayin for rain
And those Tempe, Arizona women’ll have you beggin for shade
And from the Valley girl talk to that Southern Belle drawl
Oh my Gad
Hey hey y’all
My girl, she’s American made
(raised right here in the USA)
Yeah my girl, she’s American made
(hotter than an Independence July day)
Ah She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a football game
My girl, she’s American made
Well there’s a Tennessee girl that will always have a place in my heart – that’s right
And those Broadway beauties, they sure know how to play their parts
Ooh, Louisiana ladies got a mojo that makes you wanna stay
Yeah, but there’s a city full of angels, always waiting on me home in L.A.
Yeah, I can hand down in Texas, while them girls sing along
Living on Lonestar beer and Pat Green songs
My girl, she’s American made
(raised right here in the USA)
Yeah my girl, she’s American made
(hotter than an Independence July day)
Ah She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a football game
My girl, she’s American made
Mmm, she loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a baseball game
My girl is American made
Yeah my girl is American ma-a-a-ade, oooh
My girl
(raised right here in the USA)
Oooh give me an evening in Alabama with a babe
My girl
(raised right here in the USA)
Oh and up in Indiana, man, rollin in the hay
(raised right here in the USA)
And over in Hawaii you can find a good lei
(She’s American made)
(raised right here in the USA)

The Owasso, Oklahoma that exists today is very different from the Owasso, Oklahoma that I am so enamored with. I am enamored with an Owasso that does not exist today, the Owasso of old was one where everyone knew your name and it was a small town. The one that was used in the filming of The Outsiders, the one where I had my first major love of my teenage life, the one where I discovered alcohol for the first time, the one where I first understood what community was, that one is gone. Never to be seen again. When I first moved to Plano, TX I discovered a slightly bigger, more snobby (if that is possible) Owasso, it definitely had the Owasso vibe going for it. However, there was something missing, what was it you ask? Well I am not sure I can find the words to tell you what was missing, but I shall try.
For one Plano was not a small town, it just had that vibe of being one, Owasso was a small town and gave off the vibe that it always wanted to be just that. I don’t know who or what changed that, perhaps it was when the first McDonald’s made an appearance. Did that bastardize the feel and look of Owasso? Was it when they put up the first hotel? Perhaps it was when they lost Angie to Atlanta. I can’t exactly tell you when the Owassoness of Owasso disappeared; I can only tell you that when I go back today, it is gone. Perhaps it disappeared with the first Kum and Go convenience store (yes you read that correctly).
I miss Owasso, I still wax on about it, as you know from reading me here, I love Plano, I don’t know that I ever want to leave, well, let’s put a few caveats in here shall we. I would totally live in New York City, or London, or oh, Wyoming, or a year in Alaska, in the snow, or the mountains in Colorado, or the beach in Florida, well if BP can be stopped. Or Los Angeles, or Charleston, the list is endless of the places I would like to live. I don’t even know if it is so much live as visit, the list is endless for the places I would love to visit.
I would love to visit Ireland and meet my future husband’s family, if they raised such an amazing man; I know they are truly amazing people. I would love to visit Scotland and seek out the Bay City Rollers (no irony people, only truth) I would love to visit Egypt, Mesopotamia, Rome, Florence; I want to walk where Christ walked. I want to touch the places Cleopatra touched. There is still so much to see for this small town girl.
I still miss Owasso, I would never live there again, even if it was the Owasso of olden days, but it will always be in my heart, just the way it was when I lived there. The educational foundation I received still serves me well today, it is the reason I want to see the world, I learned about it in Owasso.

I know yesterday’s post was enigmatic at best. However, I had no words in which to express myself. A woman I work with passed away in a horrific way. If you live in North Texas you might have seen it on the news. It was Friday afternoon on highway 75 and Legacy. She pulled her car over to the side of the road and started walking down the highway, then just stepped in front of an eighteen wheeler.
I can’t help but wonder what kind of mental anguish she was in to have thought that was her only way out. You never know what the other person is going through, even the one you sit next to, or work with, or pass in the hall. Choose your words carefully, give your smiles freely; you just never know who needs it.
I want to tell every single one of my friends right here and now, if you find yourself at the end of your rope call me, not only will I tie a knot at the end, I will hang on to the bottom so you don’t fall off. Remember there is nothing so bad that time won’t heal, and nothing so horrific that you cannot work out by taking action or simply talking to someone.

My heart is heavy and my mind is reeling. I can find no words right now to express the depth of my feelings at this moment and time.

Well, today is the day, Starbucks Day! I am having an iced Dark Cherry Mocha, and it rocks! I am seriously loving the Dark Cherry Mocha. I have a new addiction.
Yesterday was a very busy, tiring day. Meetings from 10:00 am until I left at 2, then rushed to meet Alex at the doctor’s office, and then had to leave there to go with Elizabeth to the dentist. And yes, I do know that my children are old enough to go to those places by themselves, however, they still like their mom there. As long as they want me there, there I will be. I was so tired from all of the running around, that I was sound asleep by 7:30 last night, and slept hard until 3:00 this morning. I am feeling a little more refreshed.
Finally spoke with the nurse yesterday, I do not have cancer, nor do I have an infection, she said all of the blood work was amazingly good. Well almost all, my cholesterol is high for the first time EVER. It is 205; it is normally in the 150’s. However, in my defense, I did have a Starbucks right before the test. But I am going to be more conscience of what I am eating. Along with my coffee treat I picked up a cheese and fruit plate for lunch.
They found no physical reason for the tiredness, I am wondering if my schedule is getting to me. My normal wake up time, without an alarm clock, is 6:00 am. So I wonder if I go back to a more traditional schedule if the tiredness will end. But I don’t want to do that! I love getting off at 2:00 pm. So it is a quandary.

Leonard Nimoy and Zachary Quinto had dinner together Wednesday night. While this in itself is not truly earth shattering news, we have to look at the larger pictures.
They are both Spock, from different time periods, not only different time periods, different time lines, thanks to J.J. Abrams. If the two Spocks meet and break bread together, what does that do to the space time continuum? Does it rip it apart? Never to be put back together again, or according to my friend Doug’s theory it brings peace and harmony to the universe. This is a question that should be answered by a more qualified person. Perhaps Simon Pegg, as James Doohan is no longer with us. Or the good doctor, I am sure he would have fascinating things to say about green blood co-mingling and destroying the universe.
Perhaps Uhura, since she apparently has a thing for the younger version of Spock. But you know, I always thought she had a thing for him, even in the different time line. Didn’t’ every woman have a thing for Spock? I know I did, always preferred Spock over Kirk.
So, who would be the best expert to weigh in on the subject? J.J. Abrams or Gene Rodenberry?
I think we might better be able to get an answer from Abrams, without a séance, that is.
In the meantime, I will continue to ponder the universal ramifications of the meeting of the Spocks.

Sometimes I believe I have too much time to think. I was thinking that it would be a lovely idea to dress in Elizabethan Era clothing. How much fun would it be to wear silks and satins every day, to wear jewels and walk around with a tiny waist due to the corset. Oh, it would be sheer heaven; of course I would still wear makeup. Cannot go without that, and contacts. A modified Elizabethan look if you will. It does beg the question; would sumptuary laws come back into effect? Maybe they should anyway, however, it would not be based on income and title as it was then, it should be based on appropriateness. Is it really appropriate for a man to wear a Speedo swimsuit for any other purposes than a swim competition? Fine him heavily! Also to the woman who wears a leather vest with no shirt under it to work, unless you are a bartender or waitress, consider yourself fined. Please pay the coffers and promise not to do it again.
A fun Elizabethan Era Royalty fact, they rarely if ever wore the color blue, the working class apprentices wore that color which made it undesirable for the upper classes. Oh, that could explain my aversion to the color blue. Since I am royalty in my head, don’t judge, it’s not pretty.
Ok, huge wedding decision has been made, we had thought about getting married in the Catholic church, since fiancé is very Catholic and his family is Catholic, I thought it would be a nice gesture. So, off we go to find out what is involved in that. We met with a very nice woman, who gave us a list of the documentation we would both need to invalidate our former marriages. Invalidate. The word gave me great pause. My marriage was valid, I stood up in front of a man of God, with my family and friends in attendance, and I married in good faith. I had children with him; I lived with him, all in good faith that the marriage would be forever. So I told fiancé that I could not do that, he understands, he said that he had his misgivings as well. So, now the search is on to find a minister to marry us.

I am not a romantic person, which is odd because I love romance novels. Well, really only two authors, Johanna Lindsey and Jude Deveraux, I buy whatever they write. I have a favorite book from each writer that I read over and over. With Johanna Lindsey it is Captive Bride and with Jude Deveraux it is Knight in Shining Armor. Both books totally rock.
I try to be more romantic as I have a romantic fiancé; he is always doing little things for me, nothing huge, just thoughtful and romantic. He tells me every day that I am beautiful; he is the first man besides my dad and grandfather that have ever told me that. I know what you are thinking, weren’t you married before? Well yes, I was, and no he never told me that, in fact he would say the exact opposite.
I don’t know if I was ever a romantic person, I can’t remember, I got married so young, and then there was no romance. So I honestly can’t remember. I remember wanting romance in my life, I started reading romance novels at 15 (I blame Teri Hudson); in fact my first romance novel was Captive Bride.
I have tried other romance authors, but I kept coming back to the same two, these two authors write strong, independent heroines and flawed heroes. I want human qualities in the characters in the books and Jude and Johanna provide in a big way.
So in the meantime, I try to be more thoughtful and romantic towards a person who is that way toward me. He is showing me how to be that person by his actions.

Is there anything worse than a blank mind? Yes, there is, a blank mind that is willing to be filled with whatever comes along, that is worse. I know people like that, whoever gets to them first, that is the opinion they will go with, they totally cannot think for themselves. Sad, really, to think of the potential for creative, original thought, just not there. People who spout misinformation without ever thinking of the consequences. People who don’t bother to gather all of the facts before inciting the masses.
Well, I can think of something worse, the destructive mind, someone who only thinks of horrible things to do to the people around them. Take Danielle Staub for instance. She is on the Real Housewives of New Jersey, and a more destructive woman just does not exist on the face of the planet. Last night she took a known convict to a charity function, he made threats and she threw around accusations that were so untrue, she also took this woman, Kim G, who was just as bad. They fed off of each other, and made everyone around them feel uncomfortable and a little scared.
The man she had with her, was a total nut job, if he really is connected like he bragged about being, on national television no less, then I have to tell you, his boss is not going to be happy with him. Can anyone say fish food?
There is a saying if someone shows you who they are believe them. Danielle has shown all of America who she is, frightening in a way that makes me never ever want to go to New Jersey!

Today is a special edition of Angie World, instead of Does That Make My Dog Crazy; this is an installment of Does That Make My Dog Clever.
Chewie is getting older; please do not tell him, he cannot stay alone in the house for long periods of time without having to relieve himself. So I bought the puppy pads for him so he would have no embarrassment and it would be easy clean up for me.
There are two spots he does this in; they are about three feet from each other. A week ago, I knew I was going to be very late coming home, so, down go the pads. Now usually he only goes on one or the other, but that day, I was gone a lot longer than usual and he had to make use of both pads.
When I walked in the door and went over to check the pads I discovered something unusual. He had dragged both pads together. Now he had to drag it about three feet, not an inordinate distance, but he had never done this before. Granted he had not needed to use both pads before, so this begs the question, was he being clever or thoughtful? Or both?
You decide.