Angie World

Well hello old friend, it has been a long time, we finally meet again and I am ready to write.

Have you ever found yourself in the predicament of wanting to correct someone’s grammar on social media?

I can’t share a meme if there are misspellings or grammatical mistakes no matter how much I want to. Does no one read these? Also when I read a long post in some group or other that I am a member of and I can’t get past all of the misspellings/grammar mistakes. I can’t even answer them, some things are so poorly written I don’t even understand them.

I want to tell people can you read that out loud and tell me if it makes sense.

It’s horrifying, and it is across the board, young, old, in-between, it’s as if no one attended school on the days those things were taught.

I know, that makes me old and crotchety and I don’t care, I have always been this way. If I come across a mistake in a book I can’t read the whole thing.

I cannot be the only one that feels this way, there have to be more of us. Oh well, suffer I will, not in silence, but suffering nonetheless. 

On to the next topic, as you all know, or might not know, I took a DNA test several years ago. Not because I wanted to find long lost relatives, but because I wanted to find out more about my genetic makeup.

I am fascinated by that aspect of it, I love researching my family history and seeing where we came from.

On the flip side I have been contacted by people I have genetically matched with and asked how we are related.

I don’t know, how would I know that, one woman matched as a first cousin, which means one of her parents would have to be my aunt/uncle. I realized she matched me on the paternal side of my family. I know absolutely nothing about my biological fathers family. Purposely, I know nothing, I met the man twice, once when I was 5 years old and the second time I was 12 years old. 

He was a horrible human and there were reasons my biological mother divorced him when she was pregnant with me. She hid the fact she was pregnant as she could not have gotten the divorce back then. In 1964 it was a different world, the courts did not care that the husband was abusive not only towards the woman but towards children.

Neither one of them should have been parents, but there they were, 4 children, all of them given away.  I fared the best, the rest, well they are sad stories and not mine to tell.

I digress, I explained to this woman I did not know how we were related and suggested she talk to her parents and did tell her my biological fathers last name.

She did not recognize the name, wanted to argue, and I said I don’t know, ask your parents. Have them do a DNA test to see how they are related to me. That was the last I heard from her, I did notice I have no new matches.

I have had several people reach out to me asking me the same question. The short answer is I don’t know, the shorter answer is I don’t care.

I know some people are looking for their roots, their biological family but I am not one of them. I will give as much information as I have, but that side of the family I have none.

My biological mother’s side is a different story, I was adopted by her aunt and uncle, so my great aunt and uncle.

I know everything about that side, I also research my grandmother’s side of the family. Which is completely fascinating, we have been here in this country since the 1600’s, I even had a relative accused of being a witch in Salem, Massachusetts. She was hanged, sad for her, but a fascinating history fact for me. I never knew about that until I started researching.

I hope everyone finds all of the information they want about their family’s past, I just don’t care to add relatives. I’m good with the family I have, two amazing sons, one incredible daughter, daughters-in-law, granddaughter, bonus grandchildren and soon, identical twin granddaughters. 

My life is full and I am completely happy with all of my family relations. Once again I will answer any questions to the best of my ability but I don’t know a lot if you are on my biological father’s side of the road.

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

So there’s this thing going around on Facebook and it is one of the most inane, ignorant things I have come across in a long time. I mean I’ve seen some really stupid things but this is really ignorant and uninformed. I’m going to put it here and then I’m going to tell you why it’s stupid.

“I’m vaccinated and no, I don’t know what’s in it – neither this vaccine, the ones I had as a child, nor in the Popeye’s chicken sandwich, or in smoked sausages, or in other treatments…whether it’s for cancer, AIDS, the one for polyarthritis, or vaccines for infants or children. I trust my doctor when he says it’s needed.
I also don’t know what’s in Ibuprofen, Tylenol, or other meds, it just cures my headaches & my pains …
I don’t know what’s in the ink for tattoos, cigars, or every ingredient in my soap or shampoo or even deodorants. I don’t know the long term effect of cell phone use or whether or not that restaurant I just ate at REALLY used clean foods and washed their hands.
In short …
There’s a lot of things I don’t know and never will…
I just know one thing: life is short, very short, and I still want to do something other than just going to work every day or staying locked in my home. I still want to travel and hug people without fear and find a little feeling of life “before”.
As a child and as an adult I’ve been vaccinated for mumps, measles, rubella, polio, chicken pox, and quite a few others; my parents and I trusted the science and never had to suffer through or transmit any of said diseases … just saying.

You are not vaccinated, I respect your choice,
I am vaccinated, respect my choice …

I’m vaccinated, not to please the government but:

• To not die from Covid-19.
• To NOT clutter a hospital bed if I get sick.
• To hug my loved ones
• To Not have to do PCR or antigenic tests to go out dancing, go to a restaurant, go on holidays and many more things to come …
• To live my life.
• To have my kids/grandkids go back to school and play sports.
• For Covid-19 to be an old memory.
• To protect us.
  Text copied, you can too.”

First off I know what is in McDonalds hamburgers and chicken nuggets and I choose not to eat them. I know what hotdogs are made of and I choose the kosher ones so I know what’s in them. I know what’s in vapes and I choose not to smoke them. I do my due diligence and research everything. Which is why I opted not to put synthetic hormones in my body while going through menopause.

Oh and the childhood vaccines, well we have had years of research with those. You take the polio vaccine and you don’t get polio. This is insane, why are people so blind and ignorant that they do no research and just stuff themselves full of chemicals and all of the bad things. I honestly do not understand.

I also read the ingredients for my shampoo, conditioner and soap, I’m one of those.

Please for the love of all that is holy stop being ignorant of what you are putting into your body.

Today you are 36, it doesn’t seem like you have been on this earth for that many years. I still remember the day you were born in the Italian pink stone hospital.

They took you two weeks before your due date because that’s what they did back in the olden days when one had a scheduled c-section. Which caused you to be born with water on your lungs. It was terrifying for a young mom.

You were in the NICCU for 7 days, you also got jaundice while in there and they shaved your hair into a Mohawk because of the I.V’s they put in the veins in your head.

You were definitely a sight, you were a beautiful sight, you were completely perfect. Ten toes, 10 fingers, a head full of hair (until they shaved part of it) perfect little face, you were my gift from God.

Your existence was a balm after major losses, which made your hospital stay even more terrifying.

The doctor said your lungs would never be normal and you would not play sports like the other kids. When you started soccer and later played baseball I wanted to search him out and show him how wrong he was.

You grew up strong, I cannot tell you how much I love you, my oldest, my son. I hope you know I still worry about you every single day of your life. That never goes away, I’ll always have you in my prayers until the day I am no longer here.

I hope you know how much I love you, I hope you know that if you need anything, an ear, a sounding board or someone to help, I’m here.

Happy Birthday Jeffrey Andrew, I love you beyond the moon and back!

Here we sit, a country divided, not over race, I guess they decided to abandon that narrative. Instead, over a vaccine, a vaccine that has proven ineffective and in some cases dangerous. It is a vaccine that did not go through the normal trials, animal trials were abandoned early on as the humanized mice all died. All of them that were given this vaccine died, within two months. Two months in a humanized mouse is equal to two years in a human life.

I know what you are thinking, this is all anecdotal, it’s not, the information is there for those who care to research. I shall not be doing your research for you. 

I will tell you this, a friend of mine, an actual friend, not a friend of a friend of a friends nephews great uncle, an actual friend that I knew, that I worked with for years. He decided to go ahead and get the vaccine, he took the first shot, had a reaction, which his doctor told him was perfectly normal. He then went in for the second shot when he was advised to, not early, not late, when they told him to. He immediately felt sick, told the nurse who was administering it he felt sick, she told him that was normal. He should go home, drink plenty of fluids and get some rest. He went home, did as told, felt sicker and sicker, called the doctors office and was told once again this was normal and to sleep it off. He would feel better in the morning, he told his wife he was going to bed and she kissed him goodnight. The next morning he was gone, he had died in the night. Less than 24 hours after taking the second dose of the vaccine. 

I don’t know which one he had, I didn’t feel intrusive enough to ask that, I don’t know his wife at all. It is sad and horrifying, if you do some research on VAERS, established in 1990, it is the Vaccine Adverse Events Reporting System. Have fun diving in, if you have not researched this before putting it in your body, well, I’ll be praying for you. The next two years should be very telling, I am going to be brutally honest with you right now.

I do not understand how people can blindly go in and put something in their body that has not been adequately tested. Some are equating this to the Polio vaccine, let’s look at that shall we. Jonas Salk tested it for two years, and through the years has been proven effective. 

If you take the Polio vaccination you don’t get Polio, if you take the COVID vaccine you will still get COVID and in some instances die.

I have a friend, a real friend, that her 24 year old niece was fully vaccinated, she contracted COVID and died. Fully Vaccinated, tell me again why I should take this unproven concoction of chemicals?

I will not, I shan’t, no, not me, I will tell anyone who will listen why this is bad. Those of you who are willingly lining up are the trial, you are the experiment. 

I am a healthy 57 year old that has a very healthy immune system. I will not willingly compromise that by putting poison in my body.

I realize the people that have taken this poison will defend it, in some cases very literally to the death. 

To everyone who has taken it, please get healthy, eat fresh foods and get sunshine and exercise on a regular basis. Go for a walk, outside when you can, take vitamins, they do help. 

As usual, any comments, criticisms or questions can be left here or sent to me at angie@angieworld.com. I feel the need to reiterate, this is my world and any vitriol will be deleted and ignored. Real dialogue will not, it is welcomed and will be answered.

So as of August 3rd, 2021 Lois and Clark, the New Adventures of Superman are now playing on HBOMax. I am very happy, I still love that version of Superman as well. Much like Smallville, Clark Kent is the focus and not Superman. 

It is finally stupid hot here in North Texas, and I did a thing. I want to lay on a floatie in water, I do not want to go to the communal pool in my neighborhood. Why you ask, good question, it is full of children, which is should be, this is a family neighborhood. But I don’t have small children so I do not want to go, and also, who wants an old woman just floating around in the pool when little kids want to splash and have fun. What I did is as much for their benefit as well as mine. 

I bought a pool, an eight foot round pool, 18 inches deep, just enough for me to fill up and lay on a floatie, get some sun and just enjoy a little bit of summer in my backyard.

I love it so much, I am also not so much with the swimsuit in public. I don’t like my legs, my arms, my stomach and well everything from the neck down is just disgusting. I am still battling menopause and it is taking over every ounce of me.

So I lay in my backyard, in my kiddie pool and look at the clouds. It is perfection at its best.

Here we are at the beginning of August, a not so fun time for me. Michaels’ birthday is August 9th and my mom’s going home anniversary is August 11th. After this week I will be fine, but I just have to get past this week.

On another note I am rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, for about the thousandth time. I am of course disgusted by the things that are coming out about Joss Whedon, his ex-wife confirms the things that Charisma Carpenter and others are saying about him. It also explains a lot about Nicholas Brendon and all of his issues since the show ended. I would also be very curious as to the reason why Michelle Trachtenberg had it written into her contract that she was never to be alone with Whedon again. Luckily she had a mother that was watching out for her, I bet that made Whedon angry, but he was not able to do anything about it as she was a minor.

I still love the characters and the world he created, Sarah Michelle Gellar has said she will be forever proud to be associated with Buffy, but she did not want to be associated with Joss Whedon.

Which begs the question, why was Charisma the only one brave enough to speak out? After she did, then they all started coming out about their own issues with him. 

I will say his ex-wife, Kai Cole, came out after their marriage ended and told all, but no one was listening. People always discount the ex as being bitter, without really listening to them. Which is sad, because while ex’s might be angry, rightfully so if they were the wronged ones, they are telling the truth. 

I stopped telling anything about any ex because people just label you as bitter. I’m not bitter about the things that have been done to me, I am stronger because of them, it would be nice if people wanted to hear about my experiences. 

Some could learn from them, maybe see the red flags sooner, avoid pitfalls. Not the women with any of my ex’s per se, but women in general in relationships with other people. I have seen so much toxic behavior that people could avoid if they only opened their eyes. But it is not for me to tell them, they have to learn it for themselves. 

Oh well, I have waxed on about inconsequential things for too long.

I had thought about going shopping today, however, it is tax free weekend here and I am not going to battle that!

I hope you all have a great weekend and remember, eyes open, if you are experiencing someone not being their best towards you, leave. You are worthy of being treated with respect.

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

Today is my mom’s birthday, as many of you know she was born in 1913, no, that is not a typo. My parents were older when they adopted me, the older I become the more I realize what a special upbringing I had. As usual I will be telling you one of my memories of my mom. Today I am going to share one of her memories as she told it to me. So here we go, buckle up, it will be a wild ride.

Shortly after my mom turned 80 I was visiting her, per usual I was waxing on about how perfect she was in my eyes. Not in a sarcastic way, I really believe my mom was perfect.

well, that day she really had had enough, she look at me and said in an exasperated tone that she was not perfect, none of us are perfect. We all sin and we all come short of the Glory of God and should live our lives accordingly. She really wished I would stop saying that especially in front of other people.

I said fine, tell me one time that you sinned, just one, I’ll take anything. She said, well ok then, and we sat there, and sat there and sat there. She finally said, when I was 5 years old, I interrupted her and said you had to go back 75 years! I can go back 75 seconds and tell you one of my sins! I may have gotten a little loud, she said do you want to hear this or not. I said I absolutely do, she she began to tell me the story of what changed the whole trajectory  of her life. 

Before I tell you the story, you have to remember she was 5 years old in 1918, that was a very different time frame than now. Think Little House on the Prairie, it was rural Oklahoma and life was very different.

On this particular day they were doing laundry, that consisted of a big fire, a huge caldron and homemade lye soap. It was my moms’ job to make sure the fire didn’t go out, she was very resentful of this job. She wanted to go play like the boys got to, but she had to stay and help with the laundry.

Her mother told her to mind the fire she was going into the house to get the clothes now that the fire was hot enough and water was boiling. She was told not to let the fire go down, she had a stick she was poking at the fire to make sure the flames stayed just right.

She was mad, she was resentful and she was 5 years old. That is a ripe combination for something bad to happen. Just then their old barn cat walked past, my mother hated this cat, the cat was mean, and she had been scratched more than once. So she took the stick she had been poking the fire with and bopped the cat on the back to make it go away from her. She wasn’t thinking, the stick was on fire, the cat yowled and she saw smoke coming from the fur. The cat ran away from her and right under the house. 

She was horrified, she knew without one doubt the house was going to catch on fire. Her mother came back, she didn’t say a word. She watched that house all day, nothing, she just knew it was going to happen when everyone went to bed.

When night came and she was in bed, she stayed awake all night praying to God. Please don’t let the house burn down, she thought to herself it will kill my whole family. My brothers, my baby sister, my mom and dad. 

Morning came and she ran outside, that cat was sitting not he porch giving her the evil eye. Not burned, just a little singed, she ran inside and got it a saucer of milk. Her mother yelled at her and told her not to give that barn cat any of the milk but she did it anyway.

She said that was the day she knew God was real and she made up her mind at 5 years old to live a life that was dedicated to the Glory of God. She wanted to be like Jesus, she said it wasn’t easy at all, no matter what people see on the outside. 

That day could have been devastating for her family, she said that it could have been devastating for the community. Houses back then were not like houses of today, they were old wood, that could easily catch on fire.

As she ended the story she told me that life is never easy, it is not easy making the decisions that align with Christ, but it is a life worth living.

I never loved my mother more for telling me that story, for showing me she wasn’t perfect and it was a struggle for her as well. 

I still believe my mother would have been canonized if we were Catholic, nothing will ever change my mind about that. 

But knowing she was human after all makes her even more perfect to me.

Happy birthday mom, I know you are having the best time with Dad, Jim, Jesse and Michael. 

Thomas Alexander, today is the day, I can’t believe it has been thirty years since the day you made your first appearance on this earth. It was an amazing day, both your dad and I were so happy to meet you.

You were always so happy and adventurous, you brought so much sunshine and love into our world. You completed our family, until the moment you all grew up and started having families of your own. Then you all added to our family and made it even more complete.

I have always been amazed at your capacity for learning, you are so intelligent, I hope you never lose the love of learning new things. My grandfather used to say that once you lose the will to learn anything new it is time to leave. 

My one word of advice to you comes from him, never become complacent, complacency leads to stagnation and stagnation leads to death. 

I am so proud of the man you have become, you have such an incredible soul, your ability to love and accept others for who they are comes straight from my mom, your grandma Testerman. 

She would be so proud of you and how you have grown up, on this day, your birthday, I want you to know that not only am I proud of you, I look forward to where your future takes you.

I love watching you grow and become who you are supposed to be. You are strong, mentally, physically and emotionally, I know whatever life throws at you, you will be able to take and not only handle it but make it your own.

I hope you know how proud of you I am, how much I love you, how much I look forward to the years ahead. I can’t wait to see what life has in store for you.

Happy Birthday Thomas Alexander Graham Bell, I hope it is your best one yet.

Love, 

Mom.

I am rewatching Smallville, for the I don’t know time, it is one of my favorite Superman incarnations. Not my ultimate favorite, we all know who holds that place in my heart.

I will admit it is a little hard watching Chloe, knowing everything that Allison Mack was doing. Thank goodness Kristin Kreuk had enough sense to not get involved in that mess. 

I digress, I am to the part where Lois has made her entrance,  I like this Lois. All Lois’s have spunk and curiosity. This one has street smarts as well, she is every inch a military brat. I really like they kept her dad a Colonel in this one. In my favorite he is a doctor, Colonel explains so much of Lois’ attitude. 

This one is sassy, fast talking, bad attitude thrown in with a sense of loyalty. Erica Durance plays her to perfection, with a skip in her step and a penchant for jumping before looking, she is a delight to watch.

Others have done a great job as well, but we are talking about this incarnation.

Tom Welling is the perfect mixture of boyish charm and sex appeal. Much like William White on TikTok these days.

He plays a young Clark Kent finding his way in this world with extraordinary abilities. It shows his humanity, he stumbles as any teenager would, he makes mistakes and he is guided by true Middle American sensibilities. Something we could all use a little of these days.

Lana Lang is much more fleshed out than I have ever seen her. She has depth and an actual storyline, not just a love interest for Clark Kent.

My ultimate favorite character on this show is Lex Luthor, he is complex, not just bad. It shows the relationship between Clark and Lex, which had to be there for Lex to hate him as much as he does. True hate doesn’t just happen, it springs from perceived betrayal. The casting of Michael Rosenbaum is perfection, he plays Lex exactly the way I have always pictured him.

I highly recommend this series if you are a Superman fan, it is a fun ride and you get a real sense of how Clark Kent became Superman. What he gave up along the way to achieve that status. What he gained as well, a sense of purpose, love with Lois Lane, who in her own right wants to save the world. 

Brilliant casting with John Schneider and Annette O’Toole as ma and pa Kent, they aren’t called that here, just mom and dad. 

There is also an episode that gives a nod to Schneider’s Hazard roots.

I have often said the CW does DC right, they pay homage to the shows and actors that came before. Casting Christopher Reeves, Dean Cain, Margot Kidder, Helen Slater and Terri Hatcher, to name a few.

I hope everyone has a great day, I have something I am dying to talk about and cannot. Soon.

I know I haven’t visited in a while but I was a little busy. Busy on TikTok, done judge until you’ve seen William White.

I’ve thought of many different things to write about and then I go to sleep and the mood is never there to actually write. Today the mood has hit.

It is a beautiful summer morning here in North Texas, not too hot, cloud coverage and a slight breeze. I am sitting on my back patio with my coffee enjoying God’s handiwork.

Yesterday I went shopping, I really need some summer tops and Target has the worst clothes ever this summer. It is very literally blessed be the fruit in there.

So I went to TJ Maxx, they had some really cute summer tops. I found two I really liked, so I bought them.

The thing is they are sleeveless, and I fully intend on wearing them without a shirt over them. I am daring to show my arms!

What is the big deal you ask, I’m so glad you asked. I have always hated my arms, even when I was at my smallest I have hated them. And here is the weird thing, no one has ever said a word to me about them. So it’s not like someone said something and I took it to heart.

It has always been me, we are always hardest on ourselves, about everything. It begs the question why are we that way. Why can’t we be kind to ourselves and love us the way God loves us?

I don’t have answers just more questions, I will tell you this, since becoming menopausal I don’t care what anyone will think anymore.

Partially, of course I care what I look like, but I like comfort as well and these hot flashes are no joke.

Last weekend I went to a store I loathe, I won’t say the name. However, I live in a small town and it is the only store here. I just needed a few things and quite honestly didn’t feel like driving to my usual place.

Well in that store I started to have a hot flashes and thought this is how people end up on the website for this store. They are having a hot flash and start taking off clothes. I did not but I did hurry and pay for my purchases and got the heck out of there.

So here is my lesson of the day, be kind to yourself but also take care of yourself. Don’t use self love as an excuse to not be your best. But also do not let it be an excuse to hate any part of you. You are a work in progress, and only you can determine your outcome.

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

Ok, so, as you all know since growing older I have increasingly felt invisible. It’s not a pleasant feeling, but it is one almost every woman feels, especially those of us who are single at a certain age.

But something happened this weekend that made me feel a little less invisible, a little more alive and it was the best fun I have had in a long time.

On TikTok, because of course I have abandoned almost all other social media outlets. Mostly because TikTok is fun, and this weekend was the funnest. Yes I realize that word isn’t supposed to be used but follow along.

I was casually scrolling my For You Page, or if you are in the know FYP, and this image came up. There was the most beautiful young man I have ever seen in my entire life. 

I stared in awe as he badly lip synced all of my favorite songs. He looked like he stepped straight off of the cover of one of my beloved Tiger Beat magazines. All of the beautiful heartthrobs of my youth that hung on my bedroom walls had literally been rolled altogether and dropped into present day social media.

He has the sweetest countenance, I fully admit to scrolling through all of his videos and was just completely floored. Let’s take a moment and recognize that I do have cougarish tendencies, but not this young. He is 21, he lives in Canada and is beautiful. He takes the prettiest man alive from Dean Cain. I mean it had to happen, don’t get me wrong, Dean is still a very handsome man, but he is not 21 and he has settled into handsomeness. Let’s face it, he is way too old to be cougar material. William White is the new king of the cougars, we crowned him.

Had I time traveled? This was not possible, how was he created? In a lab? All of the cougars came out of the woodwork, but the amazing thing was there was nothing overtly sexual. It was with pure amazement that I watched and then started interacting with other cougars. 

We have a Facebook page, where we discuss all things @Whiteyy18, and even Barry Manilow gave him a shout out, he has brought back Mandy. I almost want to change my name when I see him lip sync that song. The eye roll is icing on the cake. Magical.

I just felt seen, I haven’t felt like that in a long time, I felt young again, I felt 18 and the whole world was in front of me with all of the possibilities. 

Of course we all know how the story turned out, with a lot of hardships, a lot of pain and three amazing humans. There is not a lot I would change, just one thing, and that one thing happened in my 40’s. 

But for now I am going to enjoy a little bit of time travel with William White and the other cougars. As usual you any criticisms, comments or questions can be left here. Or sent to me at angie@angieworld.com. Oh I will be leaving you with one of his videos. If you have TikTok and you are not a massive Karen, I highly suggest checking him out.