BBFF has a GF

The following is not a paid advertisement, even though dinner was bought and adult beverage treats were consumed.

So, last night, a momentous occasion happened, there were no cameras or microphones to capture any of it.

I met BBFF’s girlfriend for the first time, I admit I was a little trepidatious before this auspicious meeting.

For two reasons:

  1. His ex-wife did not care for me.
  2. This woman is a thousand times the woman she is.

So, I was a little worried GF would not like me. I have to tell you this, my fears were allayed somewhat when she sent me a Facebook message asking if I would play a prank on BBFF with her. She had me at prank.

My fears were for naught, meeting GF was nothing short of a revelation. She is not only extremely pretty, she is smart, funny, quick on the draw and extremely warm. She is exactly who I would have chosen for BBFF.

No exaggeration, if I had met her out in public and we had spoken for any length of time I would have said, you know I have a friend you should meet.

I had the best time, we laughed so much my stomach muscles hurt the next day. I even told the Scott Baio story, in it’s full glory. She told stories of her own, funny stories of her family and herself.

We all know I am not a romantic individual, I lack in that area, but seeing them together, well they were downright cute. I do believe I am a little less jaded today than I was yesterday.

I have also succeeded in drawing her into my Dean Cain obsession. If anyone can pull off me actually meeting him, it has to be her.

Back to the prank, it was pulled off beautifully, BBFF was totally drawn in and believed what we were saying. The look on his face was so worth the effort. Then we had to tell him we were pranking him, he was beginning to believe it a little too much.

All in all it was a great beginning to what I believe will be a beautiful friendship between GF and myself. Which has to be a relief to BBFF as I will stop using him as a girl sounding board and use her instead.

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

Happy Father’s Day

Today is Father’s Day, that day we take to celebrate all of the Father’s in our lives. The ones we share DNA with, the ones that chose to be fathers without DNA being involved.

My own dad was the latter, sort of, we did share DNA, just not father/daughter DNA. Blood wise he was my great uncle, my grandpa’s brother, legally, he was my dad. He chose to be. As anyone who knows me or has read me, knows, I am adopted.

My dad was a great dad, he basically took a feral child and made her into something resembling civilized. There are some areas in which he succeeded swimmingly, others, not so much. Let’s focus on the ones he succeeded in.

My dad taught me to laugh, to see the humor in everything, to not take myself and life’s curveballs so seriously.

He taught me it was ok to fail as long as I got back up and approached the problem from a different angle. Don’t continue to do the same thing over and over and expect a different outcome.

He taught me to trust God, to trust that in the end, everything is going to be ok. To pray and have a daily conversation with God, don’t just rely on Him during the bad times, but rejoice in Him in the good times and there is good everywhere. Even during the bad, good can be found, and what we think is bad can really turn out to be a blessing in disguise. I have had many of those in my lifetime.

He taught me it was ok to be me, to be my real self, to read constantly, never to become complacent. Always learning something new, and to never rely on anyone else for my own opinion. He valued self education so much, he was the smartest man I have ever known.

I miss him every day, there are so many times I would love to know his opinion, his wisdom, his advise and I have to rely on what I think he would say. I hope when I see him again he is proud of the person I became, I know I have made some questionable decisions, but over all, I think I did ok. We’ll see.

My grandfather was my first real father figure, he taught me about kindness and graciousness in the face of adversity. He taught me about being non-judgmental, acceptance, he loved without question. I miss him every day as  well, he was the first person I ever felt completely safe with.

To all of the Dad’s out there, whether by DNA or by choice, happy Father’s Day, I hope your day is filled with nothing but joy and happiness.

To the father of my children, I couldn’t have chosen a better dad, no matter what he has always been there for them. Whether they liked it or not, he was there, his presence was very much a force to be reckoned with. He was there when they did something good, when they did something they shouldn’t have. He taught them hard work pays off, that it matters what you do and to not accept societal limitations. You taught them what it means to be self-made and what it means to put in the hard work in life. So, happy Father’s Day to the father of my children, I hope you enjoy this day and enjoy your children.

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

I Love Me More Than I Love You

I have a confession to make, I have never really dated in the way I believe normal people have. I had to really think about it, I got married at 19, stayed married for 10 years, I dated one person after that and when he said we’d make pretty babies I ran away to Colorado for a week. Thank goodness cell phones were not ubiquitous back then. He had no way of contacting me.

After that I didn’t date, I focused on the three humans I was responsible for, they were the life I chose. They deserved my time and attention, I know a lot of single moms meet men and remarry with great success. However, in my case, there was no way I could have allowed a man into my household. He would have wanted to be able to discipline my children and that was never going to happen.

I was and remain a bit of a control freak, I knew that it was not in my nature to relinquish that amount of control in my household. I saved myself and some man a great deal of heartbreak by being as self-aware as I am.

Then when the kids were grown enough I dated one man, got engaged to said man, and that was disasterous, but it lasted for a good amount of time. Time I wasted, so much wasted time.

Now, here I am, 54 years old and never dated, I am a serial monogamist, that is what I am. I just want one and done, is that too much to ask for?

Dean Cain, I seriously need you to just show up on my doorstep, fall in love with me, my dog and cat and that be the end.

Credits roll, we laughed, we cried, we danced at our wedding and people applauded.

Unfortunately real life isn’t like that.

There is this line in the first Sex and the City movie that Samantha says, “I’m just going to say the thing that no one is supposed to say, I love you, but I love me more.” That is a great line, and it fits me.

I do love me, a lot, there are only a few people I love more than me, I gave birth to the majority of those.

I have incredibly high standards these days, I don’t think it is too much to ask for intelligence, integrity, kindness, sarcasm, humor and good looks. I mean, seriously, I have all of those things, why would I not want those things in a mate? I don’t want an opposite, I’ve tried that and it was disastrous, a couple of times.

I find I cannot be a serial dater, it is stressful for me, I know that old saying, you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your king (I don’t want a prince), but I’ve done that bit. From now on I am going to just Nancy Reagan it, no more frogs, I am waiting for a king to show up. Where he will be, I don’t know, maybe on a trail in Montana, maybe on a goat island in Oklahoma, maybe here in Texas.  I do know it will not be a fellow Owassoan, that was majorly disastrous. However, I have always said God has a sense of humor, especially when it comes to my life. Having said that, I will put no constraints on what God has in mind for me. I just know he will be funny and handsome, cute, good looking, at least in my eyes. Oh and did I mention age appropriate, no more inappropriately aged men, that equals disaster as well.

Happy 107th Birthday Dad

Today would have been my dad’s 107th birthday. Not a typo. He was born June 3, 1911. My dad was a pretty awesome man, he was and remains my go to example of how a man is supposed to be with the woman he loves, his children and his God.

His laughter was quick and infectious, his love was boundless and his steadfastness was a given.

On this day, the celebration day of his birth, I am going to tell my favorite story of him. If I have done this before, accept my apologies now. Cause it’s happening.

I was about 15, it was before I could drive, I know that, my dad was in the den and I was in the living room. It was a Sunday and it was in between football and baseball season. My dad didn’t watch basketball.

He finished the Sunday paper and was bored. I have to preface this with my dad loved a good argument. Not a fight, an old fashioned, well thought out argument. He took one side and I would have the other. My points had to be well thought out and backed with fact. Not an emotional appeal. Logic.

This particular Sunday, this time of boredom, he put the paper down, walked into the living room, stood in front of me and said the Indians got what they deserved.

Before anyone says anything, he didn’t believe that, he had simply chosen his side of the debate.

I took the bait, stood up and we went at it, back and forth. He’d volley and I’d dodge, I’d volley and he’d lob it back at me.

I don’t know how long we had been like that when my mom walked into the room. One, two, three until she got to 10. My dad looks at her and asks why she is counting. Every number is a dollar off of her allowance. Now this was 1970 something and I didn’t have that many dollars in my allowance. I said he started it! She said yes but you know better.

I sat down, instantly, my dad grumbled all the back to the den. My mom walked off whistling all the way back to her sewing room.

30 minutes later my dad was back in front of me and we were off and running. I hear 1, I sit, my dad looks at my mom and says you’re ruining my fun. She said yes, but I’m keeping my sanity.

My dad stands there for a second, looks back at me and says I think I need to check the bottom land. I could use some company. I ran to get my jacket and before the door shut completely we picked up where we left off.

I miss that man so much, he taught me to laugh at life, to trust God and to know my worth as a human. I’ll always be grateful to him and my mom for the life they gave me.

So happy Birthday Dad, I hope you are having the best time with your beautiful wife and with your son, Jesse.

Memorial Day

Do you ever get a friend request on Facebook and just stare at it thinking who is this person? I do, all the time, sometimes I realize who they are, sometimes I never do. The ones I never recognize I refuse to accept. No matter how many friends in common we have. Why on earth would I want to be friends with you when I don’t know you? Online that is. In real life I love meeting people and making new friends. I find it creepy online.

I am getting a lot of strange requests lately, the timing seems odd.

I am finally getting back to normal from the food poisoning incident. Saturday was the first day I felt 100% normal, so in typical Angie fashion I overdid it.

Since my son Jeffrey and his new bride’s celebration was that night I had to get my nails done. Of course.

Then, and here is where the overdoing it comes into play, they had Mexican food at the party. I haven’t eaten since Monday, so, yeah. It was good and it was worth it, but Sunday I paid a price, I did not feel good.

Today is back to being me, so of course it was off to see Solo, I could not allow another day to pass without seeing that gem. Gem it is, everyone should go see this movie. Ron Howard did not disappoint, so many fun things in this movie and such a love letter to the fans of the genre.

I also saw Deadpool 2 this weekend, go see that as well, do not and I repeat, do not take your children unless they are adults. Then it’s fine.

Back to the odd timing of things, I am getting really strange requests on Instagram and Facebook.

So, on Facebook, this man sends me a PM (private message) asking if I remember him. He sent it on a Sunday when I was at work and I didn’t notice it until I got home. I looked at his picture and said no, I’m sorry I don’t remember you. Apparently he graduated a year before I did from Owasso. Then I looked him up in my Junior yearbook. Then I remembered him, then I blocked him. Now, here’s the strange thing, he sent me a message, but he didn’t send me a friend request. Not sure what is going on there, but I really didn’t want to find out.

Then on Instagram I get this private message asking if I want to be friends with some stranger. I blocked that one as well. I’m sorry, it’s one thing to like pictures of random people, it’s another to send them creepy messages.

I hope everyone has a great Memorial Day and remembers why we have this day as Americans.

The great men and women who sacrificed their lives so we could all enjoy our freedoms should not be forgotten and always remembered. I am forever grateful to them, I will always do my best to honor them by not taking said freedoms for granted. We must all stand for what we believe in and educate ourselves on why we believe the way we do. A major lesson I learned from one of my favorite Sunday school teachers, Caroline Hall, at the First FreeWill Baptist Church of Owasso. She was a phenomenal instructor, leader and so humble.

As usual you can leave any comments, disagreements, agreements or anything in-between here or send them to me at angie@angieworld.com.

Intrepid Girl Reporter

So far 2018 is determined to kick me to the curb. First the flu, which almost killed me, then unlucky in love, which ripped my heart out of my chest, next up, food poisoning.

Yes, I have now been the victim of food poisoning, I don’t really know how I got it, because I really eat the same thing every day. The only thing I can really point to is my green smoothie. I may have gotten hold of bad greens, I don’t know. The day before I did have Panera Bread, but that was over 24 hours before the symptoms started.

When I tell you this was bad, it was horrendous, I have never felt such pain before. Nor experienced anything else like this, I would have rather gone through childbirth again than this. I would rather have my heart ripped out of my chest again than this.

The only good thing to come out of this is I got to watch Lois and Clark, a lot. Before re-watching this series I had thought that the big draw was Dean Cain shirtless. Still a big draw, but I have to admit I seriously love Terri Hatcher’s portrayal of Lois. She plays her perfectly, sassy, unapologetic, singleminded, tough with a touch of vulnerability.

Even from a young age I wanted to be Lois Lane, she was my first role model. Intrepid Girl Reporter, that is how she was billed in the DC Comic world. What young girl could resist a title like that. She was an integral part of Superman’s world, she reported the news, sometimes she inserted herself in the news, which she was not supposed to do. But she did, Superman would come to her rescue, but a lot of times she didn’t need rescuing. She was fast talking, knew how to take care of herself and could pack a punch when the situation warranted it.

I loved her, I wanted to be her and when Terri Hatcher played her incarnation of her, I still wanted to be her. I even copied her hairstyle back in the ’90’s.

I will not be doing that now, no worries, but I would still love to be Lois Lane, observing, being nosy, reporting on what I found out. What an adventure that would have been, of course the world of real journalism is dead. Today reporters just make up things or pay people to make up things. I don’t believe any of them anymore, where is Walter Cronkite when you need him?

Thankfully tonight I feel better, I was able to eat half a bowl of soup, a couple of popsicles and drink watermelon juice. I think I may not die this week after all. Perhaps, just perhaps, I will survive 2018.

I do have some exciting things coming up, my son and new daughter-in-law’s celebration of their marriage is Saturday. I don’t go back to work until Tuesday, then in July I am going to go to OK for a few days. I would like to hike in Woolaroc, I think you can do that there. I think I read one can hike there. It’s beautiful there, I want to break in my camel pack and my new hiking boots (have yet to buy them, soon) before the big trip in October.

That is another thing, my girls trip in October, I am so looking forward to that, I have always wanted to go to Montana and I am finally going to do it. Perhaps the first part of 2018 is a test, if I can survive it, then I can survive anything

Oh one more thing, the cat, Fat Catstard has been sizing me up during my illness. He has rarely left my side, snuggling next to me, licking my hand, I am afraid he has the taste for human flesh now. As I type he is curled up on his side of the bed, laying in wait.

pray for me.

Hello Darkness My Old Friend

Once upon a time there was a little girl that believed in the inherent goodness of others. Then she grew up, she learned that people are not inherently good, that there is a darkness that lives in the hearts of people.

Fighting off the darkness is a full time job for some, ok, for me. I am a preternaturally happy person, but it hides a darkness. Just as an example, when I’m driving I wish death on people, actual death. In my defense these are people that drive slow or cut me off. If you do neither of these things you have nothing to worry about. Thank God, He never listens to that part of me. Otherwise people would be dropping like flies, which would cause major wrecks. I spend as much time praying for forgiveness after my drive as I did driving to my destination.

Does that one particular habit of mine make me dark? No, not that alone, I will tell you this, I typically am drawn to the villain in any given storyline of movies, comics or books.

Darth Vader, Loki, Lex Luther are just a few that come to mind. I feel they are misunderstood. Let’s explore:

Loki is gleeful in his lust for power, he is filled with glorious purpose. May favorite line in The Avengers. He gleefully causes mayhem and destruction wherever he goes. He should be a king, he has the blood of kings flowing in his veins. Once he knows this, he wants his rightful throne, on any world. It doesn’t matter. Filled with glorious purpose.

Darth Vader embraces his darkness and greatness ensues. What is not to love about a person who embraces his inner, true self? He takes his duties seriously and he can choke someone by just his thoughts! Who would not want that skill?

Which brings us to Lex Luther, Lex always believed what he was doing was for the greater good. He saw Superman as a threat, an alien invader. Stronger than anyone on the face of the planet. If he decided to wreak havoc who could stop him? Lex’s heart is in the right place, it was his methods that were questionable. He was and continues to be a perfect foible for our hero. Someone who actually wants to keep him in check. I’ve had a few of those in my life.

We all have that capacity for darkness, well, not all, my mom didn’t have it. But the rest of us, well, yes, we do have that darkness. We all fight against it, no one I know personally fully embraces it.

I admit, I embrace parts of my crazy and parts of my darkness, not all, just the ones that are fun for me.

I once had a therapist tell me I was the most mentally healthy person he had ever met. I know what my issues are, embrace the ones I like and throw away the ones that are detrimental to my well-being.

I would love to hear what you consider to be your darkness. You can comment here or email me at angie@angieworld.com

Who Knew

So, ok, did you all know you have to have a license plate on the front of your vehicle? I had no idea that was an actual law until the very nice Highway Patrolman pulled me over last night. He was very sweet and of course I was my usual charming self. He gave me a warning and I have to figure out how to get that thing on there. It’s in my trunk.

Last night I learned my little Sith Lord will be playing the drums in the band next year. I am stupidly excited about this. I tried out for drums at her age and was not chosen. I played the clarinet in the band in OKC. Before that I played the Bass and Cello. I am so excited for her, I can’t wait to go to those band recitals.

Her choir program was last night, it was so cute, I feel very fortunate that her mom contacts me to tell me about that stuff.

I didn’t get to workout last night because of the program. So I will be going tonight, on a Friday. I am also at work today, on a Friday. Just in case anyone was wondering, I’m on lunch right now.

Oh and speaking of, I talked to a Craig on a Friday! Some people will know why that is huge. For the rest of you, google the movie Friday. You will not be disappointed. It’s hysterical.

Well that’s all I got for now, no more strange dreams, which is good.

Things are getting real

It’s getting real people. The big road trip is in October and I talked BFF Tammi into going with us. So now it is Shay, Tammi and myself. Shay and I have already chosen our trip nicknames so now we need one for Tammi. We are having shirts made. I’m so excited.

Elizabeth Anne gave me the best backpack for Mother’s Day. You can put water in it! Like in the backpack! I’m so excited! And a T-shirt that says Wander Woman.

I told Tammi that Shay and I eat basically the same. She is very excited that she gets all the junk food. Hahahahaha

So, last night I had the weirdest dream. I woke up at 3:30 then fell back asleep and that is when the dream occurred.

I went to a friends house, I don’t know who because I never saw them. I walked in and yelled I’m here and they said I’ll be right out I’m in the shower. There was a picture window exactly like the one in the house I grew up in. I was looking out that window when I saw a little dog walk by with a harness on, behind that dog was a bigger dog in the harness. They were pulling a wagon, a covered wagon, like wagon train wagon. A woman was driving it, in the very back there were two golden doodles sitting. Human sitting, not dog sitting. It was weird.

I started hollering for my friend to come out and see this sight. Then I woke up.

I don’t know what it means but it was weird.

Angry Workouts

Lately my workouts have been fueled by anger. Med ball slams are my best friend, last Thursday I was going at it so hard that the trainer, Josh looked at me and said are you ok. Just working through some stuff. I’ll be fine.

The level of my intensity has gone up about 10 fold, I guess I have a certain someone to thank for that.

The past week I felt discombobulated and disconnected fromGod. I had allowed myself to become so deeply self involved that I lost my connection to God.

I contacted a friend of mine that is a super prayer warrior, on par to my mother. I told her I had been going through some things and asked her to pray for me. She asked me if I had ever gone through a deliverance ceremony. I said no, imagining Burt Reynolds and banjos. She said come to my house Friday at 11. So I did.

It was very intense prayer and brought up things I’ve never dealt with. Stuff from my childhood. I did t even realize I was carrying that baggage around still. It was cathartic, cleansing and freeing. After it was over I felt like a weight had been lifted and I was connected to God again. I can hear Him and feel His presence again.

All is right in my world again. Oh I’m still confused and a little sad and angry. But I have clarity and a renewed sense of direction.

Happy Monday People! Once again any comments can be left here or you can email me at angie@angieworld.com.