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I have had something on my mind for a long time, years, so many.

Whenever someone says to only shop local, don’t give your money to big corporations, don’t shop on Amazon, don’t go to Walmart, don’t shop at big box stores, don’t don’t don’t; I get a little irritated.

I work for a large corporation and if people didn’t buy our products I wouldn’t have a job, I wouldn’t be able to buy the boots I want, shoes, live in the neighborhood I want, drive the car I want. There are a lot of things I couldn’t do without a job, my job, my really good job in a large corporation.

The other places employ people as well, they are working to buy boots, probably not as cute as mine, but nevertheless, boots, cars, homes, food, clothes all kinds of things.

My job and their jobs enable us to also shop locally, purchasing the handmade goods and farmers markets that  keep a community functioning.

All jobs are important, shop where you want, personally, not boot related, I have three stores that I frequent. Target, Costco and Whole Foods, I love those stores. I don’t plan on stopping my shopping simply because people don’t like those stores.

honestly, have you been in a Costco? The workers are so happy! I love walking in there, they greet me, they smile and they hand out food. What is not to love!

Whole Foods gives out wine samples, they have my favorite supplements that I can’t find anywhere else. Their chicken soup is the best I’ve ever had, yes, even better than my mom’s soup. She made great chicken soup, but it cannot even touch Whole Foods. They also enable me to think i’m being bad when I’m being healthy. I do try to eat as clean as possible and they help keep me on track.

Target is just fun, and clean and they have cute things and sell books. I do love books, I know digital books are all the rage, but there is nothing like holding a book in your hands and turning the pages. So satisfying to close it when you are done.

The next time you want to rail on big corporations, think about all of the paychecks it generates. Not just at that company, but the people it pays goes out into the communities and spends that money.

I feel better, thanks for listening, or reading as the case may be.

Today was jersey day at work, sports not cows, I, of course, wore my OU jersey. I do believe I was the only one that wore a college team, everyone else was wear pro ball teams.

We are a very diverse group, a lot of transplants in my office, of course there were Cowboy jersey’s because, well, Texas. The Chiefs, Colts, Bears, Saints, 49er’s and Raiders were also in the house. I love friendly rivalry, it is so much fun, like when my friend who is a rabid UT fan wears orange to work. Then runs up and hugs me, while I’m saying get that orange off of me! Germs. So much fun, I hope no one ever thinks I am really offended. I don’t think yelling hashtag me too helps, but hopefully they know.

I’m done for the day, I did get a really good nights sleep last night. I am hoping to repeat it tonight, I hope you all have a great night.

As usual, any comments, questions or criticisms can be left here or sent to me at angie@angieworld.com.

Today was it folks, the last day I would get to see Dean Cain. I admit I didn’t get much sleep last night, again, nerves, trying to tell myself I was not going to Baio this up. Once again, nothing on Scott Baio, it was me, how I behaved when I met him, he was a delight, me, well, donkey comes to mind.

So anyway, I am trying to appear completely insane, I walk up to his table and he remembered me. At least he said he did, he is really nice. Fun fact, the woman in front of me said her name was Dixie Carter! How funny is that, I am a huge Designing Women fan and Julia Sugarbaker was my favorite character. I digress, after her turn it was mine and he was really sweet. He thought what I brought for him to sign was really cool. At least he said he did, I explained how I actually came to be in possession of such a find.

I think he enjoyed the story, the point of all of this is I did not Baio this up.

I did not squeal once, in his presence, I did not fling myself at his feet and beg him to marry me. I do believe I acquitted myself like an adult.

After that there really wasn’t anything left that I wanted to do or see there so I drove home.

I had plenty of time to think about things, people keep asking me if I will start to date after meeting Dean Cain and getting all of that nonsense out of my system.

The answer is no, I shan’t, simply because I don’t want to, there is literally no one my age that compares. And besides the men my age date 20 year olds, it is ridiculous. Even men older than I date 20 year olds! So no, I shan’t.

I am happily single with my Fat Catstard a.k.a Ronald and Stormie. Seeing my children and Tess, it’s a great life and I have great friends.

I already have my next road trip planned, in February, I am also planning out a trip to Disney World, I really want to do the Star Wars thing.

I have a lot on my plate and I just can’t even imagine dating. Much like Dean said in his panel, he said that like Big Foot’s existence, he is hopeful but skeptical, the same goes for dating. Those were not his exact words but you get the gist.

I am home, tired and need sleep, I tried to nap but the Flerken and Dire Wolf took up a lot of my time, they were very needy.

As usual any questions, comments or criticisms can be left here or sent to me at angie@angieworld.com.

First off, I have a mini rant I really need to get off my chest. I seriously hate it when Siri says proceed to the route. If I knew where the route was I wouldn’t need you! In the pitch dark on a country road is not the time to tell me to proceed to the route. I feel better, now for the good stuff.

The big day arrived, I wake in the hotel and my Fitbit tells me I slept 4 hours. I may have been a tad bit excited, apprehensive or my Fitbit lies. Probably the first two.

I go to the event location, get all of the VIP things I bought, too much, I can’t even begin to explain the stupor I was in when I clicked all of those buttons.

First up is the panel, I actually sat in a room with Dean Cain. This world is awesome, I met up with two twitter peeps who are so nice and they don’t seem to think I’m crazy.

He is as pretty in person as he is on television and on social media. He took questions from the audience. I actually got to speak twice. One was a question and one was a suggestion.

Someone asked if he would do a reboot or continuation of Lois and Clark. He said sure but getting the funding would be the thing. I said oh I know that one! I said you could do a Veronica Mars and set up a go fund me. He said that would be tricky because Warner Brothers owns that character. I said I’ll make a call (totally joking with him) he said we’ll talk later. At that I think I passed out inside.

My next question was if you could play any super villain in the DC world who would it be. He said that was a good question and eventually said he didn’t know.

Next was the photo op, he hugged me twice. Like a full on hug. In geek world I think that means we are already married. 🤣🤓🤦🏻‍♀️

It was really amazing and he was really nice, today is the selfie and autograph.

After all of that I met up with my great nephew, we had the best talk and he is doing so well. I’m so proud of him.

Then, if things couldn’t get more exciting I got to meet my BFF’s (Tammi) new husband! So much fun and he is a fantastic drummer.

It has been a great trip so far oh and this morning someone paid for my Starbucks! That never happens to me!!

I can’t wait to see what today brings!

Oh and don’t we make a cute couple. 😍😍🤷🏻‍♀️

Where to begin? Thursday evening, that really starts the whole adventure off. Shay, my favorite Bestie Ever, came over for instructions on how to care for Fat Catstard aka Ronald and Stormie.

I showed her the food for both, water and treats. Showed her how to get Storm in her kennel and tried to warn her about the feline super villain. Also she got her gift basket for doing this for me so I could meet Dean Cain in person.

The rest of the evening was spent packing for the next days travel.

Friday morning, after a quick stop to drop off things for Elizabeth Anne, I am off to Oklahoma. Tulsa that is.

I do love my music and who knew that every song spoke to my heart. That Lionel Ritchie can weave a magical tale.

I finally get to Tulsa and see the Marriott, I stop and go in, they can’t find my reservation! 🤦🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🙀

I pull it up on my phone, the very nice woman says oh that’s the next Marriott down the street. I said thank you sweet baby Jesus. I was almost in full panic mode. Who knew two Marriotts would be so close together!

I get to the right one and call my former in-laws. Ex seems like such a harsh word and I still consider them family. Anyway, I get a suggestion for a nail place because I can’t meet Dean with raggedy nails.

They did a fantastic job, crimson and cream, because OU. Everyone does that right? I can’t be the only one that gets their nails done in the colors of their favorite team.

Then I head to the Elks lodge and I have a great time catching up with M and R. I don’t know if I have their permission to put their names on here.

I go back to the hotel because I am exhausted, I can’t sleep. My poor Fitbit says I only had 4 hours of sleep. So nervous to meet this man. I’ve only waited 26 years.

I can’t wait to tell you what happened in the panel and when I had a photo op with him!

I come to you today asking for a favor, not for me, but for a good friend.

I have often said I like funerals better than weddings, I forgot to add a caveat, I hate funerals for children or young people.

I have been to all kinds of funerals in my lifetime, including my own son, parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, a brother, cousins and beloved friends.

Tomorrow I will be going to the funeral of my friends son, I don’t even know what to say to this. He has been through so much this year alone, he has lost an uncle a brother and now his only son.

I am not going to say his name because I don’t know if I have the right to, so I am just going to tell you about my friend.

He and I had worked together for many years before he retired. He is one of those people who’s spirit just shines through. You cannot have a bad day around him, full of smiles and laughter and kind words for everyone.

When I was raising money for the charity our company supports he was my go to guy. I would say I need whatever to him, can you do this for me, whatever you need Angie. He was there, ready willing and able to do whatever it took to raise the funds to help those less fortunate.

I know without one doubt he and his wife have raised their three children to do the same. At work he talked about his children and he was so proud when his son joined the military.

My heart is broken for the whole family, I know what they have lost. Even though they have no doubt where their loved one is, that is the way it is for Christians. We know without one doubt where we go when this life is over.

No one knows when the time will be when God calls us to come home. It is not an easy time for the ones left behind, even when we know, it’s still hard. It will be hard for them, the holidays are coming up, it will hit them all over again, who is missing from the table, who is missing from around the tree, who is missing at the church service. It will hit them and hard, so I ask that you lift my friend and his family up in your prayers, that God comforts them and that they take comfort in knowing that their loved one is celebrating those holidays in the best place ever.

It’s never easy losing a child, I know, I have buried a son myself, but the comfort in knowing that one day we will see our children again is a really good thought to hang on to.

I’m going to leave you with my favorite Bible verse:

1st Corinthians 13:13 Now these three remain: faith, hope, and love–but the greatest of these is love.

Ok, so, I am really in the not happy column with my BBFF.

I am going to relay the conversation in question and you all can tell me if I have said right to be, what is the word, incredulous, not in a good way.

Before I give you the conversation I am going to preface it with information. Just in case you don’t know the background. We have been best friends for over 21 years. While most people find it hard to believe a man and a woman can be platonically friends for that long, it is true. When we first met it was like oh, ok, you’re my friend, we instantly became friends. Through the years our friendship has strengthened, I consider him family. Speaking of, I think very highly of his family as well, quality, amazing people.

So there you have it, a smidgen of background, on to the story.

Me: so how do you explain me to your potential dates?

BBFF: (I could feel the sheepishness seeping from the phone right here) oh, hmmm, well, I tell them you are 15 years older than me and a grandma.

He actually used the word grandma.

Me: complete silence for a good 60 seconds. Floundering for words. Finally: How old are you?

BBFF: (so sheepish) 46.

Me: So math is not your strong suit? I’m 55, that is 9 years older and I am a Gigi!

At this point I am contemplating contacting his parents and letting them know they need to call the university they sent him to and demand a refund for any math classes they paid for.

It was a really good school so I’m sure they could recoup a good penny for those math classes!

While I do see his point that this would make explaining me a little smoother, as most females do not understand platonic friendships between men and women, I am still miffed.

Not everyone is like Harry met Sally, there are real friendships out there between the opposite sexes.

Good people, do I have a case to take to Judge Judy for judgement or is this a Judge Springer case. Maybe the Peoples Court, is that still even a thing?

I don’t know, I do know I am on the countdown for Dean Day. Very excited for that, it still doesn’t feel real, I feel confident, I didn’t Baio up meeting Jenna Owens.

I can do this, I will do this, I will be brave.

We all have them. Unpolished opinions. I have a few.

1. Anything done with boomerang. It gives me a headache and makes me a little queasy. When I see something made with that I keep scrolling.

B. Summer. I hate the heat with a passion.

III. Sweet tea. It’s disgusting. It’s like drinking liquid sugar.

4. Gravy. Water and flour make paste, not food.

E. The Bachelor and Bachelorette. Both shows are devoid of anything resembling morality. I’m sorry but when you put a man or woman with 20 of the opposite sex and say pick one. Why on earth does everyone feel the need to make out with that many people??? It’s a whorefest. I stand by that. Both shows. Morally bankrupt.

That’s all I’ll admit to for now. I’m going to sleep. Talk amongst yourselves.

Actual conversation:

Me: I’m not going to be able to pick up Tess on November 1st.

Jeffrey: Ok. What are you doing?

Me: I’m going to Tulsa.

Jeffrey: what are you going there for?

Me: I’m going to meet Dean Cain.

Jeffrey: oh is it some kind of comic con?

Me: well part of the proceeds are going to charity. To the hospital you were born in and spent 6 days in the NICU.

Jeffrey: justify it however you want mom. You’re going to stalk Dean Cain.

Me: well in my defense this is the first time I’ve done that in real life.

I’m pretty sure my children think they mother is certifiably crazy and belongs in Arkham.

All I can really hope for is not to embarrass the family name. Well, no more than I do on a daily basis.

I have my playlist for my drive ready to go, it has over 6 hours worth of songs and the drive is only 3 and half hours. Well, if one drives the speed limit, I don’t think that applies to me. The number on the sign is simply a suggestion. Unless it’s a small town, then it’s the number on the sign.

Ok serious question. I am thinking of getting crimson and caramel lowlights in my hair. Thoughts?

I am contemplating a quick visit to Owasso to visit my mom, dad, brother and son’s gravesites. I typically go any time I’m in the area.

It all kind of seems like a far off dream, part of me doesn’t believe it’s actually going to happen. I’m really trying to keep my excitement to a minimum. Everyone at work seems to be really excited for me. Even to the point of discussing wardrobe and potential wedding venues. I wish I were kidding but I’m not. I have drawn them all into my psychosis. Sometimes it’s really fun being me.

That’s all I have for now, no results yet on the bone density scan. Will have that by Monday.

First of all I very literally have the best friends of all time. My Bestie Shay not only offered to keep Stormie, but she is also staying in my home to take care of Fat Catstard as well.

I am going to meet Dean Cain! Does that make me crazy that I am stupidly excited? I promise I will not Baio this up. I will make you all proud of me. I will be as cool as a cucumber in July. Is that a real saying? I don’t know.

I have to tell you I am so humbled by all of the supportive words I received from everyone. You all are so nice and don’t seem to think I am crazy at all.

Still waiting on my most recent labs I had done on Friday. This next Friday is a bone density scan, and yes, every time I say the word density I think of George McFly. I am your density. Should I say that to Dean? Maybe not.

I hope you all have a great Sunday, God is good all of the time and I just have to say won’t Jesus so it! Look at me, getting to meet the prettiest man on earth.