Angie World

I went to see Spiderman Far From Home today, don’t worry I won’t spew any spoilers. I will say stay until the very very end. Oh and if you don’t think Tahiti is a magical place after seeing it, well, I don’t know if we can be friends anymore. (J/K, nerd humor)

I have always liked Peter Parker, he is just so, human, he thinks with his heart and is an incredibly vulnerable character. If you love Marvel and well superheroes in general, go see Peter Parker in action.

Ok, so, I like pedicures and manicures, a lot, I typically only get pedicures during sandal season. I tell you this as a preface to what comes next. The last two times I have gotten a pedicure the nail person has been male. Two different males, this is important to the story.

The first time I was a little taken aback, but ok, I can do this, he was really young, and kept trying to make eye contact and smiling. It was all very creepy, for me, I know he didn’t mean to be creepy, but it came off like that.

The second time it was an older man, I thought ok, this can’t be that bad. But it was and he kept asking why I have bruises on my calves, I am incredibly clumsy, I always have been. My mom would call me Accident Prone Angie, not in a mean way, she was right. Anyway I explain that I’m just clumsy, he says your man didn’t do this did he.

An image immediately flashed before my eyes of a man that was no taller than my knees beating my calves. I burst out laughing and said no man. The next time I go I am going to specifically ask for a woman nail tech for the pedicure. I just can’t do the male, call me sexist, it is just too creepy to have them rubbing my calves and saying you like.

I have been stalking, um looking at, Zachary Levi’s instagram, it makes me think he lives on a giant commune somewhere in Texas. I live in Texas, maybe I could find it and join, it looks like so much fun. They are all laughing, playing games, dancing, riding in a hot air balloon, I could totally fit in. Except the balloon thing, I am terrified of heights. I am still bereft after that Chuck ending, but I am healing. Listing to the Jeffster music I downloaded helps, I still want them to play a party or my fake wedding reception at my fake wedding to Dean Cain. I could totally hang with all of those people, they all look fun.

And here I am burying the lead, several people might be not happy with me, maybe a few won’t read this. My BBFF will read this, I know he reads me, as last week he called and yelled at me after a post. Yes he YELLED, over 20 years being friends and this is the first time he has raised his voice at me.

I have deleted myself off of the dating app game, I just can’t do this, I instablock every single man, for the most inane reasons. Head too big, block, no hair, block, too much hair, block, tell me the current inception of Star Trek is trash, block. Ok that one is legitimate. He needed to be blocked.

My frame of mind is just not right, I can’t do this, the thought of actually leaving the comfort of my home to go a date makes me cringe. Partly because no one can live up to my idea of what a man should be.

It’s ok if I blame Dean for this right? Or maybe my dad, or grandpa, they all have given me high ideas for what a man should be, do or say. Plus add all of my flaws and delusions of grandeur and well, that is just a recipe for either a Lifetime movie or a sitcom. So I deleted them and with them the last vestiges of any semblance of hope that I will not die alone and Fat Catstard  will not eat my face.

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

Home of the free because of the brave, the credo of The United States of America. I love those words, they have great meaning in my family.

My earliest memories are of my grandpa telling me stories about General Washington, yes, General, not President. Due to that I was shocked when I went to kindergarten and found out he was our first president. I remember excitedly telling my grandpa all about it.

The very first of that side of my family fought in the Revolutionary war, we are so proud of that. Because of that I feel like my family history is interwoven with America’s history.

We have fought in every war this country has had since the beginning, defending her, defending the freedoms afforded in this country.

There is no other like her, and yes, I do refer to our country as her, probably because of Lady Liberty. We defend liberty, there really is no other country like ours.

We are an unique blend here, we come from everywhere, some of us have been here for centuries (my grandmother’s family has been here since at least the 1600’s and my grandfather’s since 1774). I feel a kinship with her, I will defend her as well.

Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, we are not guaranteed happiness, but the right to pursue it. There is a difference there, no one can guarantee another happiness, our own happiness is dependent on ourselves. But we do have the right to pursue it.

I make no apologies for being as patriotic as I am, I am an American, right after Christian.

I am so happy I have the right to sit in my home and write anything I want, I am so happy I have the right to work where I want, or can find employment, I am so happy I have the right to wear what I want without fear of imprisonment or worse.

All of that is thanks to the brave who secured my freedom. So today, on our Nations Birthday, I want to thank every single soldier, past, present and our future ones. You have given up so much so we can enjoy so much, without you as our first line of defense we would have no chance in this world.

Thank you for your sacrifices, for your families sacrifices, without their willingness to let you do what you do we would have nothing.

God Bless you and God Bless America.

You know when you have that favorite show? The one that is your go to when you’re sad, out of sorts, lonely or just want a quick pick me up.

I have several but my ultimate favorite is Lois and Clark, no huge surprise here. As I watched the pilot episode again last night (for the bazillionth time) I realized how much I am still struck every single time by how pretty Dean Cain is.

Especially that first gratuitous shirtless scene, I don’t think Terri Hatcher was faking that speechless look. We all had it, some of us still do.

I, for one, am super happy (see what I did there) that Dean won the role of Clark Kent. No one could have played him better, part innocence, part worldly and always stand for truth, justice and the American way.

That’s what Superman has always stood for, when did we start watering that down? When did that become a bad thing?

As the Fourth of July approaches I am a little more patriotic (I am always patriotic but it becomes more intensive). I know I’ve mentioned before that my family fought for the freedom of this country starting in 1774. I am intensely proud to be an American.

I do hope everyone has a fantastic Independence Day and fly that flag, wear the red, white and blue!

Just some random thoughts.

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

I know last time I shared I had finally started watching Chuck. Well today I finished it. I am a wreck, this was seriously one of the best shows I’ve seen in a while.

I loved Zachary Levi as Chuck and Yvonne Strzechowski as Sarah, they really brought life to the characters. I bought into everything at the very beginning and enjoyed every minute of the romance, awkwardness, humor, action and feeling of family.

The supporting cast was an amalgamation of delightfully quirky characters filled with heart and some of them creepy. But in a fun way, I really need Jeffster, a singing duo consisting of Jeff and Lester, is at times cringe worthy and greatness was amazingly fun to watch. I’ve downloaded two of their songs. When I have my dream wedding (to Dean Cain of course) I need them to play.

The very last episode ripped my heart out, stomped on it the tapes it back together and put it back.

How do I follow that? What can I watch that will calm my soul? Good question, I do have an answer. Lois and Clark, the New Adventures of Superman, of course. I need some Happy right now.

Get Amazon Prime and watch Chuck.

I wonder when it’s time to say enough is enough. God doesn’t want me to meet Dean Cain and there are no other viable options.

I’m perfectly happy by myself, am I a little concerned about dying alone and Fat Catstard eating my face. Yes, but considering what type of men are attracted to me, it’s time to just stop.

My BBFF says that my lobster is out there and I shouldn’t think like this. But what if I already know who my lobster is I will never get to meet him.

What if my lobster isn’t attracted to me? When do I just accept that I’m not supposed to be with anyone.

Let’s face it, I’m really weird for a woman my age, I like strange things and I have secret single behaviors that at this juncture of my of my life I’m not willing to give up.

For instance while I’m cooking I put my headset on and listen to music. Not unusual in itself, but I also sing at the top of my lungs and dance. When the notes are a certain pitch, Stormie joins in. I really don’t want anyone witnessing that behavior. If I were married I’d have to stop doing it. I don’t want to stop. I love singing, I have a horrible singing voice. A great speaking voice, horrible singing. Its sad really, I love singing, God really didn’t bestow any talents on me. Wait, is weirdness a talent?

If it is I have an over abundance of it, on the flip side I don’t have anyone judging me for all of my nonconformity. I can watch what I want, relax in whatever fashion I want, buy the shoes I want. It’s a great life.

That’s the pitfall of having a great life and being good alone, you don’t need anyone else.

I talked to a man today that touched my soul. He called in with a problem that really wasn’t within my purview.

He told me he had been up all night trying to figure it out and just wasn’t able to. I explained about my scope of support, but if he was willing I’d be happy to google how to fix his problem and see if we could get it taken care of. He readily agreed, it took an hour but we fixed his issue working together.

During the course of our interaction he began telling me about himself. He has colon cancer and by the time they found it, judging by the size of the tumor he had been walking around with it for 5 years. He is two years into treatment.

What struck me was his attitude, he was kind, gracious and very patiently followed all of my directions.

He began to tell me how God was working in his life and how he was using his time to tell people about God and the things He was doing in his life.

I told him I would be praying for him, he thanked me and we hung up.

This is the exact reason I love my job, every day I make a little bit of difference in someone’s life by helping them lessen a little of their stress. Dealing with electronics can be stressful.

We go through life never really knowing the effect we have on people, positive or negative. If we are fortunate we get to see a glimpse of how God uses us mortals.

I am grateful I was the one who got to speak to that particular customer and help them with their issue.

I think I’m falling apart, I did something to my right knee and left arm. Also I have had digestion issues going on for a while.

So today I took myself to task for not taking care of myself. I dug through my Doterra oils and found the DigestZen, two drops in 4 ounces of water and within 10 minutes I felt instantly better. I did that two more times and I am feeling so much better.

Next up my knee, a few weeks back I was standing in CVS and turned and felt my knee pop. That is the only word I have for it, pop, the only thing I could do was stand there. It has been hurting like crazy since.

Today I heated up my leg and took my handy dandy Mini 2 Fasciablaster and went to work on it. It is not as good as new but it feels so much better. I have not worked on my shoulder yet. I’ll do that tomorrow.

Is it age? I mean I am 55, not on any medications, my blood pressure is perfect, cholesterol incredibly low and I have no insomnia. Maybe this is just the price I pay for all of that.

In other news it is curly hair season, officially, the humidity will kill me. Or my hair.

Oh have I mentioned I have discovered Chuck, a delightful Zachary Levi show that is now defunct. I honestly don’t know how I missed this when it was on television.

The cameos are awesome! Scott Bakula as Chuck’s dad is so much fun, especially when he says “oh boy”. I’ll be sad when I watch all of the seasons, but until then I shall enjoy.

It’s on Amazon Prime if anyone would like to check it out. I’ll put the links for the DigestZen and the Fasciablaster in case you want to research them.

my.doterra.com/angelabarsi1

https://www.ashleyblackguru.com/products/mini-2

so I totally stole this from a friend of mine. I don’t think it’s true in my case. I don’t thing people see me at all. I firmly believe that if I were gone no one would notice.

On Sunday, at work, the tornado alarm went off and we had to go in the stairwell. It really hit home for me that, well, I have no one at home that would miss me if the tornado hit. Huskies are fickle, so Stormie wouldn’t miss me for long.

Fat Catstard would more than likely go back to his real Flerken family and soon forget about me.

If something happened to me at home the cat would eat my face and no one would notice for weeks.

So I really don’t think others think anything about me at all. I don’t say this to garner sympathy, I’ve lived my life this way. For better or worse this is who, where and what I am.

I know my Dad’s birthday was June 3rd and I didn’t write about it. I didn’t forget, I just had so many stories floating in my head. I thought I would combine two in honor of his birthday and Father’s Day.

My dad was a funny man, he had a sense of humor that was out of this world, with a laugh as big as the universe. He especially appreciated it when the other person got one on him.

The year we moved to Plano, I called my dad and asked what he wanted for his birthday. He hemmed and hawed and said he really didn’t have anything. I said well is there anything you need. He said yes, he needed socks, I wish you could have seen the unimpressed look on my face.

I said, socks, that’s it? Yes. Okay. So I tell Jeffrey, who was   two at the time, we are going to the mall to get Grandpa Testerman socks for his birthday. I put Jeffrey in the car, and off to Collin Creek Mall we go.

I marched into Dillard’s, the store of the decade at that time, right next to Sanger Harris. We went to the sock department and I thought that old man will rue the day he told me socks. I bought dress socks, white socks, all kinds of socks. Roughly a hundred dollars worth, this was 1988, so you know it was a lot of socks.

I put them in the gift box, wrapped it ever so pretty, put in another box, taped it all up and drove it to UPS. There was no tracking in those days, so I waited until I was sure it had been delivered.

I called, in the middle of the week, in the middle of the day, long distance rates be darned. My dad answered and as soon as he heard my voice he let out the biggest laugh. He said you got me, I have never had that many socks in my life. He loved the socks and the joke, but he didn’t learn his lesson.

A couple of years later, when Father’s Day was approaching, I called, asked what he wanted, typical answer, nothing. What do you need Dad? Ties. Ok, ties, gotcha.

This time it was Jeffrey and Elizabeth I put into the car, largely pregnant with Alex and off to Collin Creek Mall we went. This time I went to JC Penney, as ties are very different from socks and he might not like the styles or colors I chose.

I picked out 5, they were beautiful, silk, different colors with the matching pocket handkerchiefs. I wrap them ever so pretty, put them in another box, tape it up and off to UPS we go.

I wait and I wait, this time my phone rings, my dad says, those ties were beautiful, but they weren’t clip ons. I took them back to JC Penney, I got 10 ties for what you paid for those 5. That year the joke made it’s way to him and then boomeranged right back at me. I laughed hard, then asked why he didn’t like the tie ties. He said as he got older it was easier with the clip ons. But he loved them all.

I miss my dad’s humor, I miss his laughter and most of all I miss his wisdom. God gave him the gift of wisdom, discernment, and vision, I miss him every day.

So happy birthday and Father’s Day dad, have fun celebrating with mom and Jesse.