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A Blast from the Past

As most of you know I moved almost a year ago, I can’t believe it has been almost a year. I digress, in my new home, the master bathroom has a bluetooth speaker built in the ceiling. 

This morning, as I was getting dressed, I had my phone connected to the speaker. Of course it was full volume, honestly, is there any other way to listen to music? my entire life I have loved loud music, I have no other way of listening to music. 

As the dulcet tones of the Bay City Rollers wafted out of my ceiling my I received a notification on my phone.

In order for me to tell you what the notification was I have to time travel a little so you will understand why it was so funny.

When I was a teenager I loved listening to my music at full volume, much to my parents chagrin. Well, my dad’s, my mom could just turn her hearing aids off and not hear the cacophony that was coming out of my bedroom. My dad was not that fortunate, after many, many times of telling me to turn it down he found a solution.

One day as I was lying across my bed, reading and listening to music, he walked in and handed me headphones. The kind that looks like Princess Leia hair, I looked at him, looked at the headphones and plugged them in and put them on. The look on my dad’s face was worth the deafness I incurred from that event. His eyes widened and he shook his head and walked away.

You see I had not turned the volume down, I had just plugged and played.

I would hear him later recounting that story and he would just say, with a mixture of horror and admiration, she didn’t even turn the volume down.

Fast forward to today, I went to look at the notification and it said your volume is too loud, you might want to think about turning it down.

I looked around and then looked at my phone and said you are not my dad and cannot tell me what to do.

I laughed harder than I should have at my own joke, but it brought a great memory to mind.

Come to think of it, I was probably listening to the Bay City Rollers when that happened with my dad.

I think everyone my age listens to music at full blast, maybe it is a generational thing, maybe it is just an Angie thing. We may never know.

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Love, the True Meaning

Love. A word that is thrown around so much it begins to lose meaning. Especially these days. Love Trumps Hate. Stupid saying, especially the way it is used. Especially by the people saying it, the ones rioting and burning things and beating up people. All because they didn’t get their way. Love? I think not.
In an effort to reclaim the word love, to give it meaning, I am going to list the things I love. Things, not people, I am taking people out of the equation for now. Everyone knows my world really revolves around my children and Tess, so for my purposes today I am taking them off the table.
Here we go, now these are not in any order:

Books, I guess I did start in order, books were my first love and remain steadfast in my life. No matter what is going on in my life, how chaotic or even how calm, I can rely on books. Through words on paper I have traveled the world and beyond. I have time traveled backwards and forwards, I have never been disappointed nor felt reading was a waste of my time. Well, with the exception of one book that shall remain nameless.
Chocolate: dark chocolate, milk chocolate, chocolate candy, ice cream, popcorn and hot chocolate. It is not limited to those things listed, those are just the first ones that come to mind. I have had a lifelong affair with chocolate and I do not see that diminishing any time soon.
Coffee, what can I say about the elixir of life, the aroma, the way it makes me feel alive. All flavors, almost all additives, nothing artificial, it just makes life worth living.
Television, scripted television, I love television, it entertains us, enlightens us, makes us sad, happy, makes us remember, makes us forget. Makes us fall in love and fall out of love, television is always there for me even when the world is falling apart.
Shoes, when nothing else looks good on me, shoes never fail me. The different colors, styles, the way they can make me feel when I put a new pair on. The way Betsy Johnson makes her sky high strappy sandals makes me weep. There is nothing like a good pair of shoes or boots to lift ones’ spirits. Try it.
Snow, it is the great equalizer, the way it covers everything, sparkling, white, sometimes so white it shimmers blue. The way it silences all the noise, it is an insulator, giving us respite from a worrisome world. It is God’s way of saying He loves me, I look forward to it, need it, want it, crave the snow. If you need me, I’ll be outside doing a snow dance later today.
Dean Cain, yes, Dean Cain, he just makes me happy, he was and is the prettiest man on the face of the planet. Not only is he pretty, he’s smart, well read, well-spoken and out spoken. I do love a pretty man who not only looks good in tights, but can eloquently speak his mind and get his point across without cursing and screaming. I don’t know what I would do if I ever meet him. I would like to think I could keep geeky Angie under control and suddenly acquire a mantle of sophistication and worldliness. Not squeal and well, not Baio out on him. That is still one of the most shameful moments of my life.
There you have it folks, love, real love, begins with a book and ends with Dean Cain.

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Here’s to a Good Day

I think I need a weekend to rest up from my weekend, I am so tired, I had to watch Real Housewives of New Jersey last night, so it was a late night for me. I didn’t watch the last hour of the series finale of Desperate Housewives because I could not wait to watch RHONJ, I don’t know what is happening to me. It was a wild ride last night, Teresa is in denial, her brother is frustrated, and oh yes, Teresa’s husband is a donkey. He is aggravating the situation between brother and sister. He doesn’t want them to reconcile, you can see how he is enjoying this friction. I feel bad for Teresa and Joey, it is sad to watch, however, watch I do.

A full week is ahead of me, although for my day off in the middle of the week, I do believe I have nothing, I do believe I will be able to just be in the apartment and catch up on laundry and my dvr. What a thought, what freedom, oh perhaps a morning workout, by morning I do mean 10 or 11. I cannot work out early in the morning. It’s too much, my old heart can’t take it, I have to wake up slowly, have my pot of coffee, then workout.

I am looking forward to an easy weekend, well, maybe not easy, the Irishman has his children, which means his girls are with me on Saturday. Perhaps I will contact Tessa’s mother and see if she can spend the night Friday night and see the girls. She loves being with them so much and they are very kind to her, indulging her in what she wants to do. Maybe it is a pool kind of Saturday that is a thought, I’ll tell her mom to pack her swimsuit. The Irishman’s girls already have new suits, so they are ready to go, that is it, that is what I will do. Whew, there weekend planned, well Saturday, after that I don’t have to plan, Sunday the Irishman is off work, so he spends the day with his children, I have the day off.

I have several books I want to read, some movies I would like to see, the possibilities are endless, I’ll figure it out. Here is to a good week for all of us, I hope everyone has a Starbucks kind of week.