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Happy Birthday to Me

Today is my birthday, it is an almost perfect day, I say almost as it is cold but there is no snow. Only snow would make it perfection oh and a happy birthday from Dean. But here we are, a cold dreary day, there is not a lot more I could ask for. 

Thankfully I am much better, the only thing lingering is the cough, that horrible cough. That is happening even while I type this missive.

I took myself to the movies yesterday, I decided to see Birds of Prey. It was ok, a little heavy handed on the men bad, women brave theme. But the action was fun and Harley Quinn on roller-skates was a nice touch for this ex roller disco queen.

Turning 56 is nothing new from 55, I wonder when it happens, the slowing down, the achy joints for no reason. Does it happen for all people as they age? Or only some of them? The only thing that slowed my dad down was his heart, he never complained of achy joints or made grandpa noises when he got up from a chair. Since I am so much like him (through osmosis) I like to think I inherited that from him.

Also my grandmother (by blood) was 98 when she passed away and the only thing that slowed her down was a broken hip at 96. Since I don’t have brittle bones I don’t foresee a broken hip and I will tell you after my 3rd injection of vitamin B12 I am finally feeling it. I feel energized, like ready to go, it is a heady feeling and my fingers are practically flying over the keyboard as I sit and write this. Ok that last part has always happened, I’m a fast typer, typist, typologist, whatever.

My birthday weekend started off with a family dinner at Jeffrey and Amanda’s house. They cooked! It was lovely, Mexican food, I do love my Mexican food. As usual the conversation was lively, and Elicia brought dessert, she brought me keto cupcakes! Two of them, I saved one for today, so I could have cake on my birthday.

I love those dinners, with all of us, my children are all so funny, smart and quick witted. I am in awe of them and their successes, sometimes I still can’t believe I got chosen to be their mom.

I am going to include a picture of me at this age. I try to do it every year, an unfiltered, unadulterated look at myself the way I am in this very season. I still think God did really good work with me. He and I have an agreement, He allows me to retain my looks and I don’t kill people. It has worked well so far, I do believe He knows me and knows what I can handle in the aging process.

Also I watched a series on Netflix called Dirty John, every single woman needs to watch this. Wow, this did actually happen and I have no doubt it happens on the daily. This actually convinced me more than ever dating apps are not for me. Don’t get me wrong, I do believe they work for a lot of people. I have hard evidence to that fact, however, with the kind of luck I have with men, this story would totally happen to me.

That’s all I have for now, I hope you have a great day, I know I will!

 

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Dean Cain for my Birthday?

I’ve lived in the DFW (Dallas/Fort Worth) area since 1987, the entire time I have lived here there is a store I have been dying (you’ll see what I did there later) to go into.

The reason I mention it is I passed it again today, I rarely pass it because it is in Dallas and I live 36 miles from this particular store. But on my way to get my vitamin B shot today I passed it and thought man, I really want to go in there to shop.

It is a casket store, I really want to go in and pick out my casket for when the time comes. When I talk about funerals the majority of the people think I am macabre, and they don’t like to talk about it.

I have been going to funerals since I was little, I’ve been to a lot of them. My mom would say things like oh don’t do that at my funeral or I like that, do that.

The greatest gift we can give the ones left behind is to have our funerals planned and paid for. Both of my parents did this, it was such a relief off of all of our shoulders to be able to just focus on grieving. And remembering our parents, everything was chosen, from the casket to the songs. The funeral plots chosen and paid for, no having to choose, no having to guess at what they wanted.

I will tell you that they had done this so long ago that by the time it was my mom’s turn to go home the casket she had chosen was no longer available.

That was a phone call I won’t forget, my sister called me and told me, that the casket our mother picked out was no longer available. I said ok, can we pick out something comparable, she said I don’t know Jesse went. Our brother, I said ok, she said I just know he’s going to pick out something in hot pink. Huge sigh, ok, I am 5 hours away, you are literally 10 minutes from the funeral home. Besides that, Jesse’s sister in law Helen, works there, she will not allow him to pick out anything that would dishonor our mother.

She hangs up after much debate, then 30 minutes later called me back and said Jesse had done a great job, he chose a soft pink casked. Which was our mother’s favorite color.

So besides that hiccup, we had a beautiful send off that was everything she wanted. And we could greive without worrying about what to do or trying to guess at what she wanted.

Having said all of that I have been sick this week and thought I was going to die, again. It started Tuesday right after work, I had been coughing all day, the minute I got into my car I started shaking uncontrollably, I barely made it home, I could not get warm, even with the heat on full blast.

Today, Friday, I feel human, I am still coughing but my fever is gone and the headache is gone. That was a rough one, I don’t want to do that again.

Next up, my birthday!! Who still gets excited about their own birthday? Me. Everyone should, it is the day you made your appearance on this earth.

My daughter, Elizabeth Anne, called me, this is how that conversation went:

Elizabeth Anne: Mom what do you want for your birthday?

Me: Dean Cain

EA: biggest sigh ever, Mother, please be realistic.

Me: He’s coming to Dallas.

Fast forward to yesterday, I open my email and I have one from the Dallas Fan Expo, you have a gift from Elizabeth, it is the VIP package for the Expo!

Not only will Dean be there but also Terri Hatcher, I have said it before, she is my favorite Lois Lane.

I have been reading the comics and watching all incarnations of Superman/Clark Kent and Lois Lane, I fancy myself a bit of an expert.

When I was a little girl Lois Lane captured my imagination, Intrepid Girl Reporter. Her character is what led me to major in journalism in college. I really hope the both of them do a panel together, that would really be something.

Also two of my twitter peeps might be there as well! The same ones I met up with in Tulsa, how much fun would that be!

That’s all I have for now, I have some chores to do before going to pick up Tess from school then it is my birthday dinner at Jeffrey and Amanda’s with all of my kids, granddaughter and bonus grands!

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

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Birthday Month and Strangers

Elizabeth Anne’s birthday is over and now begins my birthday month. She can have the whole month when I am dead or senile, whichever comes first.

My birthday is exactly one week from today, I will tell you I consider Elizabeth Anne my birthday present, since she was born in February and was supposed to have been born in January. I feel like she waited so she could share my birthday month with me.

I still don’t know what I will be doing on my birthday, I will not be at work, so that is already a bonus.

I hope it will be snowing, we are supposed to get snow on Wednesday, it wouldn’t take much to extend that to Monday.

With God all things are possible, I believe that, with my whole heart. When I was young it would snow on my birthday every year. My mom would tell me that the snow was my birthday present from God.

I remember when I moved away from Oklahoma, we moved to Georgia, where it rarely snowed. The year we moved there it snowed on my birthday, it was a huge snow/ice storm. My mom called me and said see I told you God would find you.

The snow has always comforted me, it is a great equalizer, covering everything with a blanket of white. Glittery, slivery, white, it muffles all sound, it s comforting, quiet and perfect.

I realize I live in the wrong state, no one has to tell me that, however I don’t think I’ll be moving to Montana anytime soon. Or ever, Tess has put her foot down and said no to that particular move.

I’m so glad my birthday isn’t in the summer, God really did choose the right time for my birthday.

Last year I had to buy a washing machine on my birthday, that was not fun. On the other hand, I had the wherewithal to buy said washing machine.

It’s the little things, we don’t think about, God is so good, there would have been a time in my life when I would not have had the funds if the washing machine broke.

I have an amazing life and all credit goes to God, without Him I don’t know where I would be quite honestly.

From the parents that I got to have to my children, it is an incredibly blessed life.

Today I spoke to a customer that told me she was going to pray that God would bless my life and everything I wanted would happen.

I would like to say that I told her about Dean Cain at this point, but I did not, that seemed a little self serving.

She was very sweet and I feel very fortunate to get to talk to customers such as she. To have a complete stranger tell you they will pray you into blessings is an incredible happening.

Ok, so, I had something weird happen yesterday evening, when I was out walk/running with my dog. We were coming down a street and a black truck came up behind us. It stopped, the man rolled down the window and gestured that I should take my earbuds out. He then asked if my dog would like a playdate, I said um no.

He then said he had a husky/wolf hybrid and was looking for a playmate for his dog. I politely said my dog doesn’t get along with other dogs (a lie) and that would not be possible. He then continued to talk and I said well we need to go. I walked slowly to wait for him to turn the corner and went the opposite direction.

All night I jumped at every noise, I didn’t sleep very well, I do believe I have been listening to too many Dateline podcasts. Apparently everyone is getting murdered.

That’s all I have for now, as usual any comments, questions or criticisms can be left here or sent to me at angie@angieworld.com

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Happy Birthday Izzy Anne

On this day in 1989 a great thing happened, Elizabeth Anne made her appearance on this earth.

Happy Birthday to my beautiful daughter, I love that I share my birthday month with you.

I knew you were a girl before the sonogram, I felt it with every fiber of my being. I asked God for a daughter with long dark hair and dark eyes and He delivered.

On the day that you were born it was a sunny day, your dad and I went into the hospital wearing shorts. I had bought you the cutest going home outfit in Florida.

By the time you were born that night it was a raging ice storm, you were born during one of my favorite happenings on earth. Cold, ice, snow and all that entails, the only problem was your going home outfit was for sunny Florida.

You came home wearing your brothers hand-me-downs as I didn’t have winter girl clothes. Your dad also had to bring me winter clothes, I couldn’t go home wearing shorts, I would have literally died.

You were absolutely perfect, beautiful, alert and ready for the world. The only question, was the world ready for you?

I know your brother wasn’t, when you started crawling you went straight for his room. Thus began a war, I still don’t know who won, I think it has been a draw.

I love you so much, you have done so much in your life, accomplished so much. I am so proud of you and the person you have become.

I only wish my dad, your grandpa could see you, he would be so proud of you. The way you have with animals reminds me so much of him and my grandpa, your great-grandpa. They both had such a way with animals and the land, you have inherited that from them.

I love your feistiness, your determination, your strength and your heart. You are beyond everything I asked God for in a daughter.

Happy Birthday my amazing girl, I love you to the moon and back.

Love,

Mom

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Stark Realities

I love trees without their leaves, their stark beauty is a striking contrast to the skies. They are vulnerable, without their covering, left to the elements. 

I think we all feel that way at times, vulnerable without our armor. Armor for humans these days can be physical or metaphysical. 

Some people (like me) use humor, sarcasm, makeup and Dean Cain as a barrier, to keep people at bay. No matter what the situation, keeping people at arms length takes talent and skill.

I am very skilled at it, people think they know me, when in actuality they know what I want them to know. It always amazes me when assumptions are made about me.

Perhaps I’ll tell you a little about myself today, I am a loner by nature that is a people person at heart. Although these days, due to the job that I have, I prefer the company of my Fatty Catty aka Ronald aka FatCatstard and my lovable furry companion Stormie to a lot of people on the planet earth.

This does not include my family or close friends, it is the population at large. You see in my line of work I get to see how people react when their internet, tv or phone doesn’t work. Some of these I get, some I do not, however it still makes me wary of the population at large.

On the other hand, I love getting to know people, I love asking questions, I love hearing the answers. We are all so different, yet the same, I have found over the years that we all want a better future for our children. We all want something better for them than we ourselves had as children. For the most part, some people had a great childhood and had everything that they wanted or needed and now do not find the need to drive their children to success. I don’t personally know those people, bur I am sure they exist.

Over the years I have found some of my best times found in the pages of books. Characters that speak to me, teach me, frighten me or make me want to be a better version of myself.

My mother was always my touchstone, she always made me want to be a better version of myself. I miss her to this day, some days I feel rudderless, no long term goals, and I’m too old to feel that way. One is supposed to have long term goals at my age.

A coworker and I were talking the other day, I complimented her outfit, she said that her mentor had told her to dress for the job she wanted, not the one she has.

We all hear that, the memes about dressing as Wonder Woman are funny.

I thought about it, the job I would love is writing, so sitting at home, in my bathrobe, writing about things I know, hmmmm. Maybe there is something there, maybe I should show up in my pajamas and robe. However I am thinking that would not be well recieved. Of course we are not physically customer facing, so one never knows.

I have a suspicion that I would end up in a conversation with our HR person. She would not be amused, so I guess I’ll stick to my boots, sweaters and leggings for now. Spring is fast approaching here in North Texas, then it shall be wedges and sundresses. 

Ok, so, Dean Cain is coming to town, here, in my neck of the woods so to speak. The question is, do I go and meet him again? I have no doubt he doesn’t remember me, he meets so many people. Or do I spend my money elsewhere, since I have met him once, do I need to meet him again? Oh don’t get me wrong, I still love him, but the thing is, and there is always a thing, it is stupid expensive and the price doesn’t include any panel’s, meet and greets, selfies, pictures or autographs. Those are extra, the VIP package is over $400.00. I have to be honest for that amount of money someone is coming home with me and cooking and cleaning for me. I need a meal for that amount of money, maybe they could even walk the husky, not a euphemism, I have a husky, Stormie, that needs to be walked. 

I have things planned this year that cost money, a trip to Arizona, I would like to go to Disney World and see the Star Wars park. I really want to stay in the Star Wars hotel. That is pretty pricey, so it begs the question, do I spend the money or not. I am thinking not, it’s too much and I can’t justify it.

I could justify the Tulsa one as part of the proceeds went to charity. None go to charity at this one.

That’s all I have for now, I will include pictures of the trees I spotted on one of my walks. They are incredibly beautiful.

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

I love how this tree looks like it is painting the sky

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Empathy

Unless you’ve been living under a rock the past few days you know that Basketball legend Kobe Bryant and his daughter passed away, along with 7 other people in a horrific helicopter crash.

I am not going to sit here and tell you I was a huge fan of his, I was not, not because I didn’t like him, but because I don’t watch sports. But like I said, you would have to be living under a rock to not know who he was.

When I heard the news I was shocked, and then saddened, because I imagined his wife and three other daughters hearing the news. I imagined the other families learning their loved ones would not be coming home.

I read the news articles and then the comments, comments never fail to shock me. Someone wondered how can people be sad at the passing of someone they have never met.

I’m going to tell you, there have been a couple of times I was deeply saddened by the passing of someone famous that I had never met.

The first was President Ronald Reagan, when he passed away I very literally sat on my floor and sobbed like a baby. He was my first President and I loved him, I also felt keenly for his widow, watching Nancy walk up to his casket and lovingly touch it and not wanting to leave him. Well it was like watching my mother at my fathers funeral.

He also had Alzheimers, my dear mother had that horrible disease, I felt for Nancy Reagan, I know what she had gone through the last few years of her beloved Ronnie’s life.

The second was Kidd Kraddick, he was a local radio host here in North Texas. I had been inviting him and the morning crew of 106.1 Kiss FM into my home and car since the early 90’s. He was a fixture in the mornings, I loved his 8:30 rule. The 8:30 rule, for those not familiar, is simply put, they would not say or do anything on the air until after the kids were in school. This way parents would not have to explain anything they weren’t ready to their children.

His passing was so unexpected, I sobbed hard, ugly sobbing, upon hearing the news. A friend I worked with at the time, Pam, also listened to him. She asked if I wanted to go the memorial. It was in downtown Dallas. We took the train after work and celebrated, mourned and took comfort in being around so many people who had loved him the way we did.

I felt empathy for his daughter, she would never have her dad walk her down the aisle or be there for any grandchildren she might one day have. It saddened me that she had lost her father, way too soon.

So that is why we are sad when someone famous passes away, we feel empathy for the ones left behind. We feel sad that we won’t hear their voices on the radio, see them on television or on the big screen anymore.

It is an odd thing when someone dies that you don’t personally know but you feel the loss.

It is not crazy, stupid or inane, it is human nature to feel the loss that others feel. Even complete strangers.

My heart breaks for Vanessa and their three daughters left behind, my heart breaks for the family that lost a mother, father and sister. My heart breaks for the pilots family, for the coach’s family, for the team missing their teammates today.

Loss is real, even when one doesn’t know the other humans involved. We can feel all of those things and that is what makes us human.

To those of you who didn’t know any of the people on that helicopter but still mourn, I understand.

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Health Answers and Self-Doubt

I had my follow up appointment with my functional nutritionist and it was enlightening. I believe I told you about the blood work she ordered. We had the results and they were shocking.

One’s levels for vitamin D should be between 70 and 100, mine was 110, so I was way too high. My vitamin B12 levels were non-existent. She said she didn’t even know how I had the energy to walk around. It was no wonder exercise didn’t give me energy as I had none to begin with.

So I am stopping the supplement with vitamin D3 and am now on weekly Vitamin B shots for 5 weeks. Then we will test again. I got my first shot today and she said it would take a few days and then I would get a boost of energy.

I am beginning to feel better, the bloating is almost all gone, and I am incorporating real foods into my diet. She also put me on enzymes to help break my food down. Then we will begin to wean me off of the Nexium. It feels good to work towards something, and to finally have some answers.

So on Twitter, where I get a lot of my information, one of my Twitter peeps posted one of those ads for sucker leggings, you know, the ones that advertise that they will “suck” all of your fat in. She said it would be helpful if they actually showed the product on someone that needed the help. I said yes, someone that is a lump like me. She said well you’re not a lump but I get what you are saying. I went on to say some days I feel like I’m the cutest thing in shoe leather and other days I feel like Dear Lord I cannot leave the house.

Then on Facebook, another great source, one of my friends said that for today we should look in the mirror and see how we look in God’s eyes. How He sees us, not as we see ourselves. I thought that was brilliant, because we all have those day, at least I believe most women have those days.

The self doubts about our looks creep in, and all of the noise from the outside world. The ones that have told us from a young age how we should look, what we should wear, the right makeup, the right shoes. The right weight for our height, and yes that one I believe, we should all be healthy, but there comes a point where we have health things we have to take care of that are making us gain weight.

Stop judging, that is the hardest thing to do as women, we all do it, we all look at someone and make a snap judgement. Oh that person is lazy, they don’t work out, or they must eat badly, or, or, or. Sometimes it is that, sometimes it is physical and sometimes it is mental.

I wonder is really beautiful women ever have these self-doubts, the Charisma Carpenters of the world, she really is one of the most beautiful women. I wonder if she has ever looked in the mirror and had self doubts. Or Cindy Crawford, has she ever had a bad hair day?

I am plagued with self doubt, about my looks, my abilities, my parenting, my personality, all of it. But at the end of the day, if I take an inventory, I have a great job, a wonderful place to live, a means to find answers and the best kids on the face of the planet.

I live an incredibly blessed life.

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

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Leggings and The Handmaid’s Tale

Hello my name is Angie and I have a confession to make, I am having a hard time processing what I am about to tell you, I hope you don’t judge me too harshly, I am addicted to leggings in real life. Not just for exercising, I bought several pair of Spanx leggings and had an awakening, for my legs. I am in love with them, so much so I bought more leggings to wear in real life.

I am in love with the legging life and I don’t think I can go back. Today I wore the cutest brown leggings with a faint pattern with an oversized brown sweater, that had pockets, which was so exciting! With brown boots, of course, how can one not top off, or bottom off, a great pair of leggings with boots.

I decided on the Spanx brand leggings due to the thickness and quality, no, they were not cheap, but in this instance you get what you pay for. Before one gets all judgy on that, I bought all of them on Zulily, so they were deeply discounted.

That is my confession, on to my next subject, while I was in Target Friday, I went to the book section, naturally. There I saw that Margaret Atwood had the sequel to The Handmaid’s Tale, The Testament. I was thrilled to see this, I snatched it up and brought it home with me, paying first of course.

I was curious to see where she was going to pick up, the first season of The Handmaid’s Tale on Hulu followed the book almost completely. The next two seasons were wheels off, they were a wild ride, very much keeping in the spirit and theme of the book.

I opened it with some trepidation, excitement and curiosity, how was this going to play out.

Well, I have to tell you Ms. Atwood did not disappoint, she did not pick up right where the last book ended, this one starts roughly 16 years after that.

I will not give anything away, so those that are so inclined can get the book. I highly recommend it, especially if you have read the first book, seeing the series wouldn’t hurt either.

I have to tell you, the scary thing about the first book is that this could actually happen. I do like that she does not give a specific religion that takes control. The major ones are excluded and even hunted down in the book, Baptist, Catholic, Mormon and Jewish people are all encouraged to leave or face execution if they do not assimilate. The ruling faction has bastardized the Bible, it is hardly recognizable. That is what evil people do, they take good and twist it to something unrecognizable and evil.

I also watched You, something else that could totally happen in real life, highly recommend, especially to all young people, male and female. Watch the signs, anyone can be a stalker and obsessive, if the flags are there, don’t ignore them. Run, as fast as you can the opposite direction, remember, once someone shows you who they are, believe them.

That’s all I have for now, a confession and a couple of recommendations.

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

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2050 Movie Review

Upon learning that Dean Cain has over 160 credits to his name; according to IMDB and someone who was in the panel that I went to in November, I figured I should do some catching up.

So I bought the movie 2050, since it is in the Sci-Fi genre, which is right up my alley. Anyone who knows me, knows that is my first love, science fiction, then superheroes, time-travel and space adventures.

I watched it this morning and have to say it is thought provoking and a timely subject matter. Dean doesn’t have a huge role, but he does have a great monologue he delivers, or is it a soliloquy, I don’t know which it qualifies for, if someone has seen it and you can tell me, I’d appreciate it.

Without giving too much away it is about buying companionship in the form of a robot. AI, you can purchase or rent one of these creations, female or male, and have it programmed to your specifications.

It is a heady thought, we can get exactly what we want, without the messiness of a real relationship. Or is it a scary thought?

One of the characters has great insight to what a woman is looking for, and he’s not wrong. Once again, I am not going to give it away, but I can see where it would put a great deal of pressure on a man. On the other side I can see where a great deal of pressure is put on a woman to be the ideal mate.

It is such a messy, confusing world we live in, life used to be so simple, or at least we like to think so. I know I do, whatever happened to girl meets boy, they fall in love and live happily ever after? Is that a thing anymore? I don’t know, because it never happened for me, it happened for my parents, for my grandparents and various aunts and uncles. It seems to have alluded myself and various cousins, and quite a few of my friends. So is it a thing now? Can two people meet, fall in love and build a life? I do believe so, it has happened for both of my sons, various friends and cousins. I know it can happen, I just have never experienced it in my lifetime.

Building a robot seems like a genuine fix for living a life that is near perfect, I could give the physical specifications, the mental specifications and he would come with an off and on button. I wouldn’t have to cook for him, therefore not disappointing him in that area, I could program him to not talk while I am watching all of my beloved shows/movies and I could program him to read the same books I read. I would have an intellectual equal to discus said books with, now doesn’t that all sound delightful.

Or does it sound boring after a while, I would have no one that took the opposite side of an argument, that could actually eat the food I have badly cooked with, and I would have a soulless creature in my home with which I couldn’t joke with.

I think I’ll stick with my robot vacuum, at least it cleans the floor. I have Fat Catstard to argue with and Stormie for placation.

I do highly recommend this movie if you like Sci-Fi, it was a good addition to the genre and timely as well. There is already a company making AI dolls and people are shelling out money to buy them.

If you want anything real, might I suggest leaving your house without your robot doll.

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

Oh and buy the movie, 2050.

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Weekly Update

Have you ever had one of those weeks that you simply cannot put into words? No matter how many times you try, the words are just below the surface, trying to make their presence known.

That’s how I have felt all week, going to a funeral for someone young will do that to you. It’s a sad day when someone young passes from this earth.

I have often said death is not permanent, it is a see you later, but while we are left here on earth, it feels like an eternity until we see our loved ones again.

I went to a funeral for a 22 year old young man this week, my daughter-in-law’s brother. My oldest son’s wife, not the youngest son’s wife, she lost her brother to cystic fibrosis, a horrible disease that has no cure.

My heart breaks for her, I cannot imagine what she is going through, while it is true I have had a lot of loss in my life, I have not had a loved one that was born with something that would shorten their life.

The funeral was very well done and showed he packed a lot of living in his lifetime. I didn’t know him, I had met him a few times at family functions. But I didn’t know him, his family and friends gave a windows view into his life.

He was actively involved with his family and with his church, he was certain that God had a plan for his life and would find a way to use him.

I hope they all take comfort in knowing that he used his short life here on earth to forge an eternity in heaven.

I don’t really have anything more to say, I have now been to two funerals for young men in the past 4 months. Both young men had a firm belief in God and had a strong family bond.

Both funerals were well done and a proper send off to an eternal life. I am trying to make sense of a senseless world, one that is equalizing to both young and old, rich and poor. Death, that is the great equalizer, we cannot outrun it, it comes for us unbidden, the majority of the time, and for the majority, unwelcome.

My mother was ready to go home, I know my grandmother was not, she fought death with everything she had and she was 98.

I don’t know if I will be ready when the time comes for me to go home, I know I will be prepared.

Prepared to meet my Lord and Savior, prepared to be reunited with my parents, son, brother, grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins. Until that time comes I shall enjoy my life here, with my children, granddaughter, bonus grandchildren, daughters in law, other family and friends.

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