Author: Angie World

As you may have gathered by now, I am a skin care junky, I love it. I have been experimenting with skin care since I was 13. My best friend Tammi and I started with Noxema. Who remembers that? It was awesome, and did get me started down my path of taking care of my skin.

I also love the Kidd Kraddick in the morning show and have stayed loyal to them even after the loss of Kidd.

I tend to be incredibly loyal, so when they all started doing side ventures I tried quite a few of them. I love Kellie and her husband Allen’s podcast, A Sandwich and some Lovin and am a loyal listener and have even tried a few of their advertisers.

So when Jenna Owens started her company Fitish, I decided to follow that as well. When she started the skin care portion of her company I was eager to try the products. I started out buying the Cool Down spray for Elizabeth Anne, I really wanted to try it myself but held off.

Then they came out with their moisturizer Dewing It, that is when I caved and bought the moisturizer and the cool down spray for myself.

I really didn’t think I would see that much of a difference, as I really didn’t have any skin issues. Or so I thought.

I have lived with two things as long as I can remember that they have become part of who I am. I didn’t think anything would ever fix these two things so I really didn’t give it a thought.

One thing I have lived with is so weird, that nothing has been able to fix it. Where my nostrils meet my face has always cracked and bled, at times it has hurt so bad that it has brought tears to my eyes. I have always battled skin flakes around my nostrils, nothing helped, I have tried aloe, Neosporin, vaseline, Mary Kay’s Extra Emollient Night Cream (that helped the most but didn’t get rid of it entirely and last but not least Vick’s Vapor Rub. Nothing helped and I was resigned to live with it for the rest of my life. I was constantly putting moisturizer on it to quell the flaking.

I started using the Dewing It and the Cool Down spray, the moisturizer twice a day and the spray once a day. After about a week it hit me, my nose didn’t hurt, I quickly looked in the mirror, no flaking at all, no split, it was completely healed. Completely. Nothing had ever done that before, I was amazed.

So I thought hmmmm could this be the answer to my other problem. My ears are constantly flaking as well, the inside of my ears seem to produce dead skin at an amazing rate. I have tried all of the above products plus hydrogen peroxide, nothing worked. It didn’t even keep it at bay, so I began spraying my ears with the cool down spray and the next day after the first time the dead skin was minimal, I have been doing it every night since and have been blown away by the results.

These product are infused with CBD oil, so apparently I cannot travel with them for fear of being arrested at the DFW airport.

They do not have the THC part of cannabis, just the CBD, I loved the products so much I have ordered a second round of them.

The only thing I would change up, is I would add a little spatula to the moisturizer as it is in a jar. Since I am a Mary Kay skin care consultant I have a ton, but the average person might not.

Other than that, the package is beautifully done, their customer service is excellent. I had an issue with the spray nozzle on the spray and they handled it exponentially and perfectly.

I loved everything so much that I ordered the lip balm and I love that as well. No greasiness, just smooth and soothing, I highly recommend that as well.

I will include a link to their site below, but my opinion of this product is excellent. Jenna Owens has knocked it out of the ballpark with her products. I do hope they come out with a mask soon, I think that would be awesome!

https://shop.fitish.com/collections/beauty

Ok so, the strange dreams just keep coming. Last night I had a dream that someone was impersonating a friend of mine who has passed away. She went home several years ago and I miss her very much.

Well this woman shows up and just assumes her identity. She was trying to convince myself and several other mutual friends that she was indeed our dead friend.

She convinced my friends mother (who is also passed) that she was her daughter. It was so weird, I kept saying no, this is not our friend. My voice was completely drowned out. I woke with a start and scared Fat Catstard.

My subconscious or God is trying to tell me something. I need to figure it out fast. These dreams are getting in the way of my dreams of Dean Cain.

Nothing new on the dating front, I did swipe right on one, said hello, he said hello back. Then he deleted me. I guess I didn’t say hello the right way. I laughed so hard because it is exactly what I do. Maybe that was meant to teach me a lesson, but it didn’t.

I really believe in my heart of hearts I am going to marry Dean. So there’s that.

Ok still looking for a dream expert. If you know what my dreams are trying to tell me I would love to know.

I need to have a little rant on here. There is something I hate so very much and almost every single man that approaches me on this dating app does it.

Tell me about yourself.

What?

What does that even mean? You’re a complete stranger. Whatever happened to conversation? Asking questions? Why not start with something simple, favorite color, favorite beverage. What happened to simple conversation? Getting to know a person over time.

Why on earth would I have verbal diarrhea with you when I don’t know you. Some fool said tell me your hopes and dreams. Does that work? Are men getting women to go with them with that line? It’s a horrible line!

Don’t get me wrong, I love a good line, these are not good lines.

Here we go, I’ll tell you about myself, buckle up.

I love sci-fi, I love action movies, romantic comedies, comic books and history. I love Jesus, I still have a hard time grasping how much God loves us to send His son for our sins.

I love my children and grandchildren, I love my Fat Catstard and Husky, we are cohabitants. They do none of the housework, lazy creatures.

I digress, if you are one of those men saying things like tell me about yourself, stop it, it’s inane. I find it irritating and I will block you. Ok it doesn’t take much for me to block, but still, ask something specific, not a broad brush stroke.

Ok, I think I’m done.

I don’t know where to start, so much is making me scratch my head, to say I’m perplexed is an understatement.

Shay has accused me of being a dude with breasts, so be it. But I have to tell you if women are falling for some of these things then my gender is in trouble.

First off if you have on your profile that you like to give massages and touch is important I am literally gagging.

God bless the honest men out there, one said if you go to church don’t choose him. People who go to church freak him out. Ok. Next. One said give me your phone number after one sentence. Ok. Next.

One said let’s meet after exchanging a few pleasantries, he has a dog named Wookie. He’s in the running. We’ll see.

Also, it’s obvious when pictures are old. I don’t want to see you when you were in high school. That’s a picture you share when you’ve been dating awhile. See what I used to look like. Fun stuff.

The whole don’t swipe right on me if you voted for fill in the blank. I’ll swipe left on those all day long, it doesn’t matter who is in the blank. If you are basing your dating life by the voting booth I can’t even relate.

And the UT people! Why are you swiping right on me??? In two of my pictures I have OU gear in! It’s a hard pass for me. October would be a mess. I can’t even.

I’m still on there. I haven’t met anyone as of yet, still hoping for a Dean.

I know everyone has been waiting with baited breath for my next dating update. Do men even read the profiles or just look at the pictures? Because if they read my profile they would know, somewhat, who I am. But they are all not reading, perhaps they are not able to? Or if they do they are just ignoring what I’ve said, which is just as bad.

I’ve been told that I just don’t know how to talk to men so they will find me interesting. I don’t know how to be helpless, so they will feel like they can take care of me.

I don’t think I can do this, I think that woman I heard on A Sandwich and Some Lovin’ was right. If you are a woman over 50 you just need to give it up and get a cat and expect to live your life alone.

I refuse to water down who I am, I did that for way too many years. I wasn’t myself when I was married, my fault, not blaming him. I began to be someone else when in a horrible relationship, totally on me, I should have ended that years before I did.

So now, I am Angie, I am a self admitted bookworm, nerd, comic-book reading, Sci-Fi loving and purple-haired GiGi.

I would rather live alone with my Flerken and Dire Wolf than be in another relationship where I lose who I am.

Ok, so, there was one man, who is an airplane mechanic, that swiped right on me, I swiped right on him. Conversation begins, I find out he is an airplane mechanic so I say oh that’s really cool, my oldest brother was an airplane mechanic. He then unmatches with me, to be honest I would have unmatched with him. The conversation was stilted and he wasn’t into the things I am into, it would have been another disaster.

But a friend said that he did that because I compared him to another man. Ok I am going to need a man to explain this to me, was that the case, or was he just a jackass?

I don’t think I can do this, I am not anyones type, seriously, is there a man out there who wants to talk superheroes, mythology, the Bible, Shakespeare, Whedon and travel?

I know I’m weird, I am not going to change, I refuse to be something I am not. So here I sit, a wolf at my feet, a Flerken plotting my demise and I am wonderfully happy.

I’ll keep the dating app, as I promised Shay she could man shop for me on Sunday.

Any thoughts, comments, criticisms or tips please feel free to say it here or email me at angie@angieworld.com.

Ok, so, I had the most unsettling dream that I have ever had night before last.

I was in a really ugly, cheap apartment, I was in the living room and it was super bright. Blindingly bright, with an ugly couch and broken blinds. I lived there in my dream, I don’t know why.

I decided I needed to take the trash out so I put on this absurdly ugly coat. It was black and puffy and made out of plastic. Something I would never wear.

I grab the trash and open the front door to utter darkness. A stark contract to the bright interior of the ugly apartment. I walk out and see a figure standing to the side, I can’t see the face, it is completely dark and without features. It was like looking into a void.

This being grabs me from behind, pinning my arms down and begins squeezing me. I can’t breathe and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I’m trying to scream and can’t. I was thinking just go limp, then I forced myself to wake up.

Last night I didn’t want to sleep because I didn’t want to dream. Thankfully I didn’t wake screaming. I’ve been known to do that.

If anyone out there can interpret that dream I’d be happy to learn the meaning. Our dreams are our subconscious trying to tell us something. I wish I knew what this one meant.

No new dating updates, I’ve blocked a lot, it’s really me, not true, some of it is them.

If you have any thoughts, comments or interpretations of my dream you can reach me here or at angie@angieworld.com

I’ve been thinking a lot about my cousin Pat these past few days. There’s one story I’d like to share, I think it will tell you a lot about him and me.

When I was about 6 Pat and I were at our grandparents house, it was a rare day as we were the only cousins there. Typically the house was overrun with cousins.

Grandma and grandpa told us they were going to town and Pat was going to watch the baby, which was me. He was having none of this. He wanted to go to the movies. Grandma told him he was going to do it and that was that.

As soon as the car was down the road Pat grabbed my hand and said let’s go I’m not missing this movie because I have to watch you.

So off we went, we actually took the bus, Pat was only 12 or 13 T this time. We get to the theater and I think Pat realized what he did. He looked at me and said you can’t tell grandma. Everyone was scared of her, except me, I didn’t have enough sense to be scared of her. I remember grinning at him and he said what’s it going to take. Without missing a beat I said popcorn, milk duds and pop.

He bought all of that, I’m pretty sure it took all of his money. I very happily sat there munching my bribery snacks watching my first ever James Bond movie.

To this day whenever I hear Live and Let Die I smile and think about my favorite boy cousin.

There are some things easy to articulate and some that are not. This is one of those times I find myself wordless.

My favorite boy cousin has been fighting a battle for a while. Yesterday his body couldn’t fight anymore and his soul went home.

Every great early childhood memory I have includes him. From the moment my grandparents brought me home he was my protector. The only one allowed to call me Angel. He was funny, sweet and tough as nails, as the men in my family are wont to be.

He is my cousin on my birth mothers side. The cousins I missed so much time with, the ones I’ve only been reunited with for what seems like a short time.

I need them to stop dying, seriously, I can’t do much more of this.

So Pat, until I see you again, I love you, I hope you are having a great reunion with your mom, dad and sister.