Category: General

This past weekend was jam packed with activities. On Saturday it was total Tessa time, first we made a stop at the Bangladesh Night to say hello to friends, then to the dance recital for fiancée’s daughters, then McDonalds.
I wish we could have stayed longer at the Bangladesh night celebration, but it was still good to stop by and say hello to friends and meet their families.
The dance recital was fun and Tessa made it through both of fiancée’s daughter’s performances.
McDonald’s was something else; first off, it was fun, but strange. There were a ton of kids there and very few adults. There was one woman sitting in the corner with headphones in her ears and reading a book. There was no way to even know which children were hers. Then there were two parents there that were engaged with the children; however seemed to be hitting on each other. At first I thought they were on a date and had brought their children. Turns out this was not the case, they had met there. Then the mother who was wearing the headphones gathers up one of the children and leaves that left two that were seemingly alone. So the other adults and I looked at each other and I said who do these children belong to? And the woman says I don’t know we were just wondering that. So I asked the little girl who was no older than eight who she was there with and she says that she and her brother, who looked no older than 5, were there with their grandmother. And I look and since there were no other adults in the play area, which is cut off from the other part of the restaurant, I look in the main part of the building and there were three adults, an older couple sitting close to the window looking into the play area, so I ask the girl and she says no that is not her grandmother. Turns out hers is sitting on the other side of the McDonald’s on her cell phone. Never once came to check on the kids.
I am not going to pretend to understand this mentality.
Anyway, at about 10pm Tessa and I head back home, where she is not tired out from playing, so we stay up till after 11. I am still tired.
Major update, fiancée made a call and today we have an appointment at the church to speak to someone about upcoming nuptials. Will keep you updated…

Closed: Goin’ Fishin’

Yesterday was the most amazing day. I went to the optometrist and had the best time! The technician who was running all of the pre-tests was just flat out funny. She was warm, engaging and fun. Of course you know your eyesight is bad when she takes your glasses turns and says ok how many fingers am I holding up and then begins to laugh hysterically.
Then the Doctor comes in and we begin talking and he just keeps staring at me, finally saying, I am trying to remember why we put you in bi-focals the last time you were here. Then he turns looks at my chart and exclaims Oh My Gawd! You are ** years old?? I would never have guessed that by looking at you, well that explains it.
So, I look young, I just don’t see young, he then told me I had very healthy eyes, they are just blind as all get out. Which I already knew, don’t know why he felt the need to tell me that.
I then went to pick out all of the extras, last time I had decided against the scratch guard, I remember thinking, I am not a child, I don’t roll around the ground, and these things will not get scratched. Well, turns out I must be rolling around the ground because my lenses are so scratched it is amazing I can see anything. I went for the scratch guard this time along with the progressive lenses. I go back next week for the contact lenses exam. They could not do it this visit as my eyes were dilated. I am pretty sure I looked stoned as I was driving home.
Then Elizabeth came over and we watched the season finale of Bones and Grey’s Anatomy. OMG my heart just about could not take Grey’s Anatomy. It was just a roller coaster of emotions. I won’t get into it here, just in case anyone has not seen it. Just know, it is well worth two hours of your time!
Well Happy Friday Everyone! Smooches!

I think we all know by now that I am a huge fan of Joss Whedon, Buffy and Angel are two of my favorite shows, ever. I have been thinking a lot about the premise of Angel lately. Redemption, can we really redeem ourselves for our past actions. And what actions would cause a person to seek redemption. And yes, I know that if you are a Christian then redemption is through Jesus. However, that is not what I am talking about today.
I recognize that Angel was seeking redemption for murder and mayhem he had caused as a vampire without a soul, it does beg the question, is he responsible for his actions when he was a true demon? Well not so much a “true” demon, as we all know vampires are bastardized versions of demons. Man am I a nerd. Anyway, back to my point, Angel had a lot to make up for.
I know a few soulless humans; I wish I knew a gypsy witch to reensoul them. Where is Jenny Calendar when you need her, oh, yes, Angel killed her. One of the best killing scenes ever, he was so callous, he didn’t even feed off of her. It was a moment of shocking perfection. According to the Shanshu prophecy when Angel had fully redeemed himself in the eyes of The Powers That Be he would become fully human. In the end, Angel’s full redemption came when he gave up that option to save the world.
I have a very full weekend ahead of me; I have a scheduling conflict on Saturday. I am hoping I can do both, but I don’t think I will be able to, I am afraid I will have to disappoint a friend of mine. The upside, Tessa will be with me Saturday night! Woohoo! Tonight, Elizabeth is coming over; we will be watching the season finale of Bones and Grey’s Anatomy. Don’t tell her, but I have a suspicion that we will also be having Taco Bueno!

I have been giving this a lot of thought lately, ok, since last night. What makes us normal and what makes us unique? And when someone says that you are not normal do you take that as a compliment or an insult? For me, I have always taken a lot of pride in not being normal. However, what does that mean? What is normal? Am I really normal and just don’t know it? Are the mini-van driving, soccer moms really the unique ones?
Really, I am who I am, I honestly didn’t set out to be strange, weird, and unique, however you would like to say it. I did spend a lot of time in high school hiding aspects of my personality, Tammi forbade me to read in her presence (with good reason), I hid the Star Trek watching, sci-fi loving, reading constantly Angie. What people got to see was sarcastic, snotty Angie. Total aspect of my personality, but they just didn’t get the full Angie.
We do spend a lot of time in school trying to fit in, well, most people do, there are the ones that just don’t care, and that seems more and more prevalent, and, well, all I can say is good for you! There will always be the “mean girls” and trust me when I tell you I met all of them in Owasso. That movie Mean Girls didn’t begin to show all aspects of amount of bullying that girls are capable of.
This is not an entry on bullying however, it is about what makes us different, what constitutes normalcy. I like to think I am not average, normal, words that equate boring in my mind. Let me list the ways I believe I am not “normal”. I will read anything I can get my hands on; however, I have a huge need to read romance novels as well as classic literature. I am equally a fan of Kiss as well as Britney Spears (yes, I said it). I don’t dress like a soccer mom; I still love high heels, in fact, the higher the better. I love romantic comedies as much as I love a good science fiction movie. I prefer Macy’s to Dillards, BCBG to Talbots anything shiny distracts me. I can remember every single television show I have ever seen, every book I have ever read, every job function that I have ever performed; I can remember things that happened when I was two years old. I am firmly convinced that when I am 90 my brain will explode from all of the useless information in there. It is that or I will eventually look like the aliens from that Star Trek episode “The Menagerie”. If you are not a Star Trek fan, look them up, you will be horrified. I wish I could let some of the stuff that is in there out, but I have not come up with a reasonable solution as of yet. I want to know, what makes you unique. Or better yet, what do you think makes you unique.
I am just me, as I get older I am having tendencies to allow all aspects of my personality show. It seems to be working for me.

I think we can all ascertain I have a deep love of shoes. It started very early in my life, this love, obsession, craziness, call it what you will. I remember my first pair of platforms, I was eleven, it was Easter, and my grandmother took me to Payless, I got the most amazing platforms, white paten crisscross pattern sandal top, with woven platform soles with flowers peppering them for an appropriate spring look. I have an almost exact replica of them in my closet right now, of course they are Marciano by Guess, not Payless, not that there is anything wrong with Payless. I just became more expensive in my tastes as I became older, became more aware of designers.
My grandmother was there for a lot of fashion firsts, she bought me my first eye shadow palette, she also indulged the year I would touch nothing but the color red. She made sure I had a red Easter dress, shoes and hat. She had my grandfather paint my rocking chair red, and I had a red teddy bear. In my defense, I was three at the time. I recognize now that I was a high maintenance child, trust me when I tell you I paid for that multiple times over, as I, myself, gave birth to high maintenance children.
Ok, here is the question of the day, if it is your job to make a phone call in order to marry someone and you keep putting it off, does that mean sub-consciously you do not want to marry them?

Today is new shoe Monday; I am wearing the blue suede Steve Madden’s. They are sooooo cute!
So, I was thinking on the way to work, I know, dangerous ground we are on right now. My thoughts were actually on the questions of life and where to find the answers. I have good news for everyone, every question to life can be answered by a song on the Foreigner 4 album, released in 1981, you should run out and buy a copy.
I know you are wondering what questions are answered, well, let me tell you. Wondering what you want to be when you grow up? Wonder no more, Juke Box Hero, there is your occupation. What are you going to do every day? I’m Gonna Win, there ya go, inspiration to start your day. What am I going to wear today? Woman in Black, wardrobe crisis averted.
It should be in everyone’s album collection, thanks to my son, Jeffrey, I have the album, yes, album. Vinyl. Is there any other way to go with an album that answers all of the important questions in life? Life is all about what you make of it, there are forces that we have no control over, all we can control is our reactions. It is how we react in a crisis that defines who we are. Hence, Don’t Let Go. See, applicable to all the major events in life.
As you can see I have given this a lot of thought. Early morning is when I do my best thinking.
Last night was the season finale of both Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters, and let me tell you they did not disappoint. I am really happy that it is season finale time, I need some time off from my DVR, but as I say that, there are summer shows coming back, Entourage, Leverage, Weeds, Psych, and I am back on the DVR train. Just a vicious cycle.
I hope everyone has a good New Shoe Monday!

After an amazing night’s sleep thanks to two, yes two, Tylenol pm tablets, I am awake, having my coffee and wasting time playing games on Facebook, all in all a perfect morning so far.
I woke to find Undercover Brother on the Comedy channel, my day just keeps getting better! I love that movie, I can’t explain it, I don’t try to, I just enjoy it.
Yesterday was massive laundry day, it is all done except for one load, that load is the one that has to be ironed; I didn’t feel like ironing yesterday, hence the leftover for today. I did not watch my Disney witch movies yesterday, I am thinking today is the day. Yesterday I caught up on all of the things I had DVR’d from the previous week. It was a day of Stargate Universe, Merlin, All My Children, Friday Night Lights, Fashforward, Vampire Diaries and the movie The Hangover. It was a fully day; you can see my life is very exciting.
Chewie is not very happy with me these days, his playmate, Nocona, went to the farm, Elizabeth was here for Mothers Day and saw how fat Nocona was and whisked her away for some cattle chasing. So Chewie has been showing me his displeasure. He has tossed Nocona’s favorite toy at me, will not let me nap in the afternoons and wakes me up at 1:30, just because. Explaining the need for Tylenol pm. I don’t know when she is coming home, but I do know it will be a joyous reunion, once he gets done letting her know that she should not leave him alone, ever.
Next week will begin my first day with a new supervisor, it will be a good week, it will be a bright, shiny week. After all, it will be a Starbucks week!

Friday at last, this week has seemed to be the longest week in a long time. I have learned some things that have saddened me, disappointed me and some that made me angry. Starbucks in the morning seems to make everything look better. I am loving having it early Friday mornings again. All I can say is hmmmmmm coffee, you complete me.
I am looking forward to a drama free weekend, a relaxing weekend. Next weekend will be action packed, I find that I am double booked next Saturday, have to figure out my schedule. Good news, whatever I end up doing Tessa will be doing it with me. I have new Disney videos for her. OMG I found Ducktales! Who does not love Ducktales, I now have season one in my possession, am very excited to watch it, also found the original Escape to Witch Mountain and Return to Witch Mountain, along with Race to Witch Mountain I am seeing a themed tomorrow. Yes I am a giant child, and I don’t care.
Major win on a grievance I filed for someone yesterday that makes me happy because the employee was totally in the right, management not so much. I wish that people would use common sense, however, I am seeing less and less of that exhibited, anywhere, not just at work. I see it within my family, I see it with friends, I see it on television, and people are acting more and more entitled without having done the work. I know entitled and common sense are two different things, it is just the flow of my thoughts at this point.
As you all know I am engaged to be married, to the Irishman, planning the wedding has stalled; he has to make a phone call. Perhaps he will do that Monday. I know you all are wondering what I am planning now, however, you will have to wait until said phone call is made. A lot of my friends and family will be shocked at my decision but I hope they will support it. I like to think that if my parents were alive they would support my decision, but I have to be honest, I don’t know if they would, my mom would, totally, but my dad would be iffy. My grandmother, well let’s just say I hope she has mellowed in Heaven.
Yesterday Elizabeth conveyed some very upsetting news to me, it has me so thrown for a loop I don’t know how to watch movies at home now. Apparently if you are a microwave popcorn fanatic you are in danger of getting a lung disease! So now I have to give that up, I told her that a popcorn popper would be a great idea for Christmas at this point.
Time to start my Friday; I am so very happy it is Friday! I hope everyone starts their day off with their version of the amazing Starbucks start that I have!