Heat and Cold

Do you want to know something funny? When you click on my blog and read it, my statistics records what country one is from.

The funny part are the scammers who try to contact me on Instagram and click on my blog. Then they tell me they are from somewhere in the United States. First off, their syntax gives them away as not being from the United States, then a quick glance at my blog stats tells me what country they are really in.

It’s fun to call them out, sometimes I just hit block, sometimes I have a little fun, most times it is a n Instablock on Instagram.

It is stupid hot here in Texas, it is unbearable, I need to move to a colder state. Especially these days, who thought up the heat? Who do I blame? Who can I complain to? Is there a heat manager? I don’t have the right haircut to complain to a manager, I think I can wing it. This is literally too much, I am sitting in a darkened room with a ceiling fan on and the air conditioning on 73. I try and keep it that temp or higher during the day. At night it is a crisp 67 degrees. Yes, that is Fahrenheit, I like it cold and I cannot lie, it is for my sanity and for everyone else safety. I cannot begin the day with a hot flash, is there anyone else who likes to sleep cold? I have always been a hot sleeper, I can’t stand to be hot when I sleep, therefore I need it to be cold.

So this is nothing new, all of my children sleep hot as well, but I do believe two of them love the summer and one is like me and likes winter.

I dream of snow and ice and perfection, when snow falls and blankets everything it creates beauty out of starkness. When the light shines on the snow and it shimmers and creates prisms of colorful reflection, it takes my breath away.

However, I don’t wish away the time, it is going by too quickly as it is, much too quickly.

I know everyone says 2020 is a trash year, but I have had some really great moments in 2020. I got to hunt aliens in Roswell, I got to bond with my sister on a road trip, I got to meet my great niece and nephew in Arizona.

I got to work from home, a thing my company said would never happen. I got to spend my annual week with my granddaughter, I got to spend 4th of July with two of my children. That has not happened since 1993, so it was a momentous occasion.

I don’t know what the remaining months of 2020 will bring, but I do look forward to them. I have already told Elizabeth Anne what I want for Christmas. I will not reveal it until it happens, but it is greatness. I have to go now, Fat Catstard is meowing plaintively, that means he wants food. If he does not have it I fear for my face.

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

Falling and Life

So Tuesday night I fell, yes, just fell, right before falling asleep the thought that I forgot to close the garage door jumped into my head. I get out of bed and start walking down the hall to go towards the garage. My right foot somehow gets tangled in my left pajama leg opening and down I go.

My house is all tile, I fell hard, I was there on the floor, thinking, this is it, this is how I die. Fat Catstard sidled up to me and looked me in the eye. He was trying to ascertain if it was time to eat my face or if I would live.

That was all it took, I jumped up, and said not today Fatty Catty, not today.

The garage door was shut by the way, I could have just stayed in bed and fallen into a blissful sleep. Now I check it before I even head to the bedroom.

I got my hair done yesterday evening and it was glorious, getting out and talking to my stylist is the best. She is so funny, she is currently getting ready to move into her first apartment.

I love hearing the excitement she exudes, it reminds me of my first time moving into an apartment. Getting out on my own and getting ready to conquer the world.

My mom used to tell me she loved being around young people, I never got it, until I got to a certain age.

Now I get it, I love being around my children, their spouses, boyfriend, grandchildren and other young people. The energy and exuberance and joy they exude is contagious and a wonderful thing to be around.

I love it, I also love following younger people on instagram and twitter, early 20’s to thirties, young people just starting out or young moms raising their children.

Seeing all of the innovations and seeing them go through things and how they handle it, opposed to when I was going through some of the same things and how I handled it. I just love seeing it, also all of the new things for babies! I don’t even know how my children survived or myself!

Do you do that? If you are of a certain age do you love seeing young people find their way? I get what my mom was saying now, it gives me hope for the future, seeing these young adults.

I hope you all have a good day, it is dentist day and other things for me.

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

Healthy Fear and Cats

So I thought Ronald, aka Fat Catstard, wasn’t breathing, turns out he was sleeping. Now he’s super mad at me, but at least now he knows how it feels to be woken in the middle of the night. I fear repercussions tonight, if I don’t show up online tomorrow for work I need my coworkers to do a wellness check. Maybe send animal control, I don’t know, but I do know enough to have some healthy fear.

There we have it, healthy fear, what is a proper amount of healthy fear and what is overboard? Only individuals can answer that, for me healthy fear is knowing what is out there and making preparations to make myself as safe as possible.

There are few things I fear in this world, heights, I do fear that particular thing. Here’s the weird thing, I didn’t fear heights in my youth. The higher the swing went the more I loved it, climbing to the highest point on the monkey bars was my go to at recess. I very literally had no fear, of anything, now I am terrified of heights, I hate elevators, escalators, anything that takes me up. Forget ski lifts, those are the worst, I don’t even know if I could go up in one of those gondolas.

I do have another fear, I fear going completely blind and not being able to read anymore. That is my one besides heights, those are both irrational fears, not healthy ones.

I’m watching Star Trek TOS right now, part of me wishes I had waited to be born so I could travel beyond this planet.

Last night I rewatched the Lois and Clark where they put Dean Cain in the black Superman suit. It was a great episode, for many reasons. But in particular, the black Superman outfit, was the absolute best part of that episode.

No shallowness going on here, at all, if I could insert the eye roll emoji here I would do so. A lot of people like to pretend they are not shallow, but we all are in some way. I fully admit to being attracted to “pretty” men, with Dean Cain being the prettiest of all.

Sometimes I wonder if he has made a deal with God the way I have. He is aging amazingly well.

I have to go now, I am on episode 3 of season 1 of TOS and this one requires a lot of my attention.

People are evolving and being able to control things with their minds. I must pay attention.

Sad, Angry and Disappointed

I am highly upset right now, I am so verklempt I can barely speak. Today is the first day of fall and the high today was 91 degrees. 91. This is Texas, we don’t get fall, while the rest of the country is luxuriating in the beginning of boot season I’m still in sandals.

I spoke with a man in Michigan today, we need to do some outside work and it needs to get done before their winter sets in. I mention this, he says oh no worries it’s really hot here today. It’s 71 degrees. 71. I said sir that is really inflammatory language, he said where are you Angie. I said Texas.

He apologized profusely, I said it’s fine. Fine. Just great.

Did I mention the humidity? When I came home it did start to rain, now we are talking alpaca territory. My hair, I can’t even discuss it, so while the rest of you are enjoying the changing of the leaves, pumpkins, frost in the mornings, here I sit, with alpaca hair.

I have a closet full of boots, I’m not exaggerating, I have black boots, biker boots, hiking boots, brown boots, little house on the prairie boots, red boots, black suede pirate boots, pink boot, purple boots, so many purple boots and sparkle boots.

All I can do is stare at them and lament the fact that I am destined to live in the wrong state.

When I came back from Montana last year I asked Tess if it would be ok if I moved there.

This is the conversation:

Me: Tess, Gigi is thinking of moving to Montana.

Tess: No

That was it, that was the whole conversation, never to be brought up again.

My perfect retirement plan would be to fall and winter in Montana, come back to Texas for Christmas, New Years and my birthday. Then spring in Florida, who doesn’t love Orlando? I could visit friends and we could visit the mouse, hope for a Loki sighting.

Summer in Texas, there is no getting around that, I spend a week every summer with Tess. I am not giving that up until she decides it is not cool to hang out with Gigi. I am praying that day never comes.

Then back north for beautiful fall colors and real boot season.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my adopted state, I love my home state, I am just never going to live there again. I know this, it is just not for me, I really fell in love with Montana and I have always loved Colorado.

Oh, maybe a motor home, I could just drive all over! However I cannot see wintering in a motor home, at all, I would be a frozen carcass by the end of winter. Fat Catstard wouldn’t like it at all, The Dire Wolf would, but not fatty catty.

Oh well, a girl can dream, of roaring fires, hot chocolate, boots and Dean. I thought I would just slip that in there, lest any of you forget what my real dream is.

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