So Much No

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.

Dating Update

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

I Used to Like Dreaming

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

Dating Update

Ok, so, I did it, my profile on Bumble is live, let the rejection begin. I did indeed use the profile blurb created by my BBFF with my addition on there. I don’t think anyone gets it so far. I do think one man googled the references but upon my conversing further upon the subject he quickly unmatched with me.

I have unmatched with a lot so far, I have one conversation that is happening now, but I honestly don’t think it is going to go too far as he is not nerdy enough.

I say that because I would drive him insane faster than he would drive me insane.

Can you imagine not understanding anything that comes out of someones mouth. They are speaking the same language but not, it can be very confusing.

One man said he played soccer, that was a no brainer, unmatch, one said something I didn’t like about the shirt I had on in one of my photos. Oh, FYI I did allow Shay to choose my photos. All decision making was given away, the only decision I keep is in the choosing.

I am going to be honest here, none are Deanesque so far, I’ll also be honest about this, if someone has on their profile if you voted for whoever don’t swipe right on me. I swipe left on all of them, I don’t want to argue and I don’t want to hear an argument based on elections, politicians or government.

Also, soccer is totally off of the table, trust me when I tell you I have nothing good to say about soccer watchers or players. My last experience taught me so much about those people. If you are one of those people I don’t need you to argue with me about it, not all people are the same, I get it, but I don’t have to live with it.

So, I saw Avengers: Endgame, no worries, I am not going to talk about it yet. I will wait until it has been out for a few weeks before voicing my take on the whole thing. I will say this, go see it, I was completely blown away.

Other than that, you will not be getting anything out of me, thankfully Shay already saw it, so I had someone to talk to about the whole thing.

Please, people, hurry and see it so I can talk about it, I am literally dying! No, not literally, that is hyperbole, however, I do need everyone to see it.

Other than that, nothing else to report on the dating front, I have not set up any actual dates. Wish me luck, say prayers for these men that actually come into contact with me, they may leave more scarred than I.

As usual any comments, questions, suggestions or criticisms can be left here or at

Popcorn, Milkduds and Pop

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.

Going Home

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.

Resurrection Day

Today is the day we celebrate our risen Lord, Jesus Christ, He not only died on the cross, He rose from the dead.

When God, in human form raised from the dead.

He triumphed over injustice

He overcame death.

He in a blazing glory showed himself as the Messiah.

He lived, so we can have eternal life.

The savior of the world.

I wish I had thought of these words in this order, however, I did not, I saw them on twitter and they are so apt. Charlie Kirk posted them, I don’t know him, but I loved how he worded it.

This day is the most important day in Christian ideology, it is what we believe, it is why we believe the way we do, it is why we stay steadfast.

I am unashamedly a Christian, that is the first and foremost of my identity.

My favorite verses in the Bible are:

1 Corinthians 13:11-13 

11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

I try and keep these commandments in the forefront of my mind, I don’t always succeed, but thankfully when God sees me He sees Christ in me.

I have no doubt where I will go when this part of my being is over.

Happy Easter, Resurrection Day, may you all go in faith, hope and love, giving love the biggest part of your soul.

No Habla Inglise

So, BBFF sent me the blurb that I am to use in dating profile. I am going to add one thing, I’ll share it the way he sent it then with my addition:

“Highly personable pop culture nerd looking for a partner who not only can tell the difference between Shakespeare and Whedon, but enjoys having intelligent discussions on both. Must love flerkens. “

With my addition:

“Highly personable pop culture nerd looking for a partner who not only can tell the difference between Shakespeare and Whedon, but enjoys having intelligent discussions on both. Must love flerkens and dire wolves. “

Now for Shay to choose the pictures, then I shall take this step of putting myself out there. What a phrase, putting myself out there, what does that even mean. I literally go out into the world every day, well, ok, I go to work, maybe Target, Costco or Whole Foods, then sequester myself with a Flerken and a Dire Wolf. It’s a good life, a calm, serene life, seriously what man in his right mind wants to take on a Cordelia/Margo channelling nerd?

Speaking of Cordelia and Margo, I almost passed out watching the season ender of the Magicians. I am not going to spoil it in case there are people that have not watched it reading this.

But seriously, Margo is hands down the best written character since Cordelia Chase made her appearance. I find myself channelling Margo more and more and in my line of work that is not a good thing. If people could see the things in my mind that I want to say to them they would slap the living daylights out of me. Good thing they are on the phone and most of the time in a different state. Oh how I long for the days where I spoke to people who perform the same job functions as I. I used to work in a department where I only spoke to people in different companies that did the same job as I. There was one time a woman kept calling me, 5 times in a row with different questions, I very literally could not get any work done, on the 6th call I picked up the phone and said no habla Inglise. She burst out laughing and said I’ll stop for today, I said thank you and hung up. I miss those days, I don’t think I really appreciated them while they were happening.

Not that I don’t appreciate the job I have now, I do, I just become extra happy when a real IT person calls in, not the wannabe ones, but the real ones. I get to up my techno speak exponentially, it is glorious.

Picking up Tess today, it is our traditional spend the night and spend Good Friday together. I am just sad that Endgame is not out this weekend. Alas we will have to find other ways to entertain ourselves. Always an interesting time when Tess comes to visit. I do know a trip to the mall will be in there, as I need to get a birthday present for Maddox. One of the newer additions to our family, I do love shopping for little boys again.

Well that is all for now, will update you as soon as the dating profile goes live. Wish me luck would love to meet someone who possesses Dean Cain like qualities.

As usual any comments, questions or criticisms can be left here or sent to me at

Learning Opportunity

I know I’ve given this information before but the past few weeks have led to believe it behooves me to impart this wisdom again.

When you have to call tech support for your internet and/or television issues here is a guideline on when to k ow it is your issue or your service providers issue.

If you see no signal on your television screen find the remote control that came with your television. Go to the input or source button. Push it, make sure you’re on the correct input. No signal means your television cannot see the cable receiver.

If your television will not turn on it’s your tv. Not your cable service provider. If your electricity is off, pay your bill.

If your computer will not turn on it’s not your internet service provider. It’s your computer. If your Bluetooth keyboard will not pair with your computer. Call the manufacturer. Not your internet service provider. If the router has no lights on it and your electricity is working, move the electrical rod to a different outlet. If it still won’t come on then call your service provider for a new one.

If you don’t know what an address bar is please learn. In this day and age pretending ignorance is passé.

If you have a smart phone please learn how to use it. Or call you cell phone service for assistance.

I love my job, when I get to actually do it, I really like resolving complex line issues. I even enjoy helping my older customers get back online and into their email. Or assisting customers getting their recordings back. I do love television and I completely understand those customers anxiety level.

However and this is a big however don’t assume people at my level make minimum wage. We are very well compensated for what we do. We are highly trained and well seasoned. If you call us asking for help we are happy to oblige. If you call us screaming obscenities you’re not going to get too far.

Do feel free to self educate yourself on your own equipment. You bought it, don’t be scared, you might even learn a new skill set.

As usual any comments, questions or criticisms can be left here or sent to me at

Don’t Talk in Movies

I had a blog all planned, however, someone posted something on Facebook that I cannot let go.

You can all thank Julio for this one, so, apparently a woman, in Texas, asked her boyfriend (article says common-law husband) a question in a movie.

That’s right in a movie, first of all, who talks in the movies? I need to know because you and I will never go to the movies together. There is nothing more irritating than paying money to see a movie and someone talks that is not on the screen.

I wouldn’t have answered her either, I taught my children early on, don’t talk during the movie. yes, even at home, we are watching a movie, keep your comments and questions until the end. Then we will address all of your concerns, chances are your questions will be answered during said movie anyway.

Let’s get back to the incident at hand, she asked him if he thought she was pretty. He said he didn’t hear her, she beat the living daylights out of him. I am not condoning her behavior, but let’s break it down, shall we. First of all, normal women only ask that if the man in her life has stopped telling her that. That is a fact, she is insecure, maybe she put on a few pounds, maybe she got a bad haircut (it happens) or maybe she had a bad day at work. Whatever the situation, she is only asking because she hasn’t been told in a while that she is pretty.

We all like to hear it, and hear it from someone who is supposed to love us. I know that in relationships it gets easy during the day-to-day minutia to lose the romance of it all.

The beginning is all fun and games and filled with romance, then as time goes on both parties forget to do the things that won the other party to begin with.

Tell the woman she’s pretty and not in a Joey Tribiani kind of way, don’t do the you’re so pretty meaning she’s kind of slow.

Look her straight in the eye and say sometimes I forget to say it, but you are really pretty today. It doesn’t take much, I promise, then you won’t get beat up on date night.

Seriously though, I am in no way condoning this woman’s behavior, it was way over the top.

My point is what happened over the past few days to facilitate it. I have a theory, and it is not a popular one, but here goes, we all have that gene in us, that will allow us to turn on a dime, it just has to be triggered.

I am a rational, sane (BBFF stop laughing, I can hear you) person, but when that trigger is pulled, believe me, I can go all kinds of crazy on you.

It takes a lot, text messages at 3 am asking the man I’m seeing if he wants to see someone else that night. Or say, for instance, staying out until 5 am in the morning when his children are there. Things of that nature tend to trigger my crazy.

Other than that, I am the most rational human on the face of the planet.

Lessons we can take from here:

Don’t talk in movies

Don’t ask a man if he thinks your pretty in the middle of said movie

Tell your significant other how attractive you find them

Not a hard lesson, unless you are the one who was beaten up.

Any questions, comments or criticisms can be left here or sent to me at

FYI I think she was totally in the wrong and should face the consequences of her actions. That should have in no way triggered that kind of response.