Well it is upon us, cookie making season, the season where I make 5 batches of cookies to get one to turn out decent. Sugar cookies are a tough one, I have a tendency to make food the way I like it, and I like crispy things. Cookies, bacon, really everything except steak. I like that medium rare. But I love crispy cookies and bacon, my children however like their cookies soft. it is really had to make soft cookies. I don’t even know how to do it. It is no wonder they seriously hate my cooking. except for my dressing and green bean casserole, those are the two things they do like, oh and deviled eggs. I know how to make those.
Today I drove the Irishman to work so I could take his car and run last minute errands, I need my nails done so bad, they are way long and look bad. I need to go to the store and get the stuff to make the deviled eggs, on thing I forgot. And a few stocking stuffers.
a week from Saturday will be mine and the Irishman’s four year anniversary, I have nothing planned, I know he doesn’t. I don’t think it means that much to him to be honest Every time I say something about it he starts mumbling, which is what he does when he is trying to avoid a subject. That tells me all I need to know. The date is not that important, so he is going to see if I will forget it. So I guess I will be doing nothing for New Years Eve. Sad, that is what it is, I guess this is what you get after a while, dates are not important to the other person.
Well I am off to get dressed and get my errands done, then it is more cooking making and present wrapping. I hope you all have a fantastic day!
Famous Rapper = Nightmare
Last night I had the strangest, worst dream I have had in a long time, I dreamed we lived in a huge two story house, I know what you are thinking, no it wasn’t a cleaning nightmare. We had 7 or eight cars, I think I was a famous rapper, anyway, I heard a noise downstairs. I go down to check it out and big burly men are stealing our cars. I cannot open my mouth to scream and my legs wont work, I try to run back inside to tell the Irishman to wake up and make those men give us our cars back. One of them grabs me from behind and will not let go, I am trying to scream and nothing will come out, it is as if someone has superglued my lips together. That is when I wake up to the Irishman holding me telling me it is ok, it is only him, I can only imagine the noise I was making in order for it to wake him up. I have decided not to become a rapper and live in a huge two story house, also we will only have two to 3 cars at a time, not 7 or eight.
I am getting ready for my last day of work until next Tuesday, it is a heady feeling, this sense of freedom. I don’t know how anyone is going to put up with me at work today, I plan on being happy, over the moon happy, and maybe even chatty. We shall see.
I hope everyone has a great day, mine has started great, I have the Christmas blend Starbucks coffee that the Irishman stopped and got for me yesterday when I told him we were out of coffee. He knows I love Starbucks coffee even when I make it at home. Very thoughtful indeed, see ya in the funny papers!
More Angie and the Irishman
I always said I would never marry again, the first marriage traumatized me so much, I didn’t trust anyone, not men, not women, no one. It took a long time for me to even date, I divorced in 1993 and the Irishman was the first man I had seriously dated since. There had been dates, but nothing that lasted beyond a 2nd or 3rd date. No, he was the first serious contender. And to be honest, I never really thought of marriage to him. I was happy dating, I thought we were committed, why ruin it.
Actually I never thought about it, not even with a why ruin it, I would tease about running away to Vegas to our co-workers because that was fun to see the looks on their faces. But I was never serious. He asked several times, over the years, in text message, on twitter once, and once in a facebook game.
Then came our two year anniversary, he took me to eat at my favorite restaurant, Mexican of course, then off to see TSO in concert. I had on a great outfit, with amazing shoes. He kept acting squirrely all night, saying things like, two years is a long time, and we have been dating a while. I would say yes, it is and we have. Then after the concert, in the parking garage, in his car, he took the ring box out of his jacket pocket and said oh there’s one more thing, will you marry me. I took the ring and stared at it for a long time, and then told him I was going to say yes, but wanted him to know it would be a long engagement. Years in fact. He said he understood. Said I made him the happiest man on earth that I was the love of his life, the one he was meant to be with. His destiny.
So here we are almost two years later, I am still engaged to the Irishman, I still don’t know about getting married. We live together, we have a tentative date of this New Years Eve, however if it happens it won’t be a wedding, it will be us getting married and having a party later to celebrate with our friends and family.
A Proud Paris Hilton Reject
So, I heard that someone called me a Paris Hilton reject, so of course I start to analyze that. I am not sure if that is a compliment, because seriously I would not want to be accepted by Paris Hilton, or an insult. And was I called that because I do not carry around a small dog in my Coach purse? Or is it because I am not rail thin (I’m working on it!) or is it because I cannot afford the designers she wears? Believe me when I tell you even when I become rail thin I will never wear outfits short enough to show my undergarments. That is, well, icky, especially for a woman of my advanced age. Oh, could it be that Paris would reject me due to my age? Alas I fear I will never know, however, I do know this, I am flattered to be rejected by Paris Hilton.
On an unrelated topic I am running out of clothes to wear, all but two pairs of jeans are too big, I have one pair of Ralph Lauren khaki pants and one pair of slacks I got from Victoria’s Secret that fit. I do have a ton of skirts I have not tried, however, working United Way fund raisers are not conducive to skirt wearing, lots of heavy lifting and food deliveries. I don’t want to buy new jeans until I am done losing. Ugh! Issues, I have them, in abundance! If anyone has any size 8 jeans they are done with, give me a call. I know I really want to lose about 40 more pounds, not sure what size that will be, but right now I am a solid size 8. Very happy about that! I look amazing! Looking at me you would never be able to tell I gave birth to 5 babies, 4 C-sections. It is crazy, God must really love me in this area of my life, because goodness knows nothing else goes the way I think it should.
Last night the Irishman and I saw Moneyball, we all know I have a deep obsession with sports movies, this movie delivers. Brad Pitt was greatness, Jonah Hill outdid himself, I wish I could hate Brad Pitt and boycott his movies, but I cannot bring myself to do it. I do find I have no issues boycotting Angelina Jolie movies, I blame her in the whole mess, I find I have a tendency to blame the women involved in cheating more than the men, except when the men lie to the woman and tells them they are single when in fact they are not. However, when a woman knowingly enters into a relationship with a man that she knows is in a committed relationship with someone else, well the woman can say no. Good grief just Nancy Regan it people! Have some dignity!
Well I am going to take my Paris Hilton rejected self and do United Way work today! I hope everyone has a great and productive day!
Amazing Happenings
So yesterday I took Tessa to have her picture taken at JC Penney Portrait Studio, huge shout out to those people. They were fantastic, they got such amazing shots of her, not just regular poses, they allowed Tessa to well be Tessa. I spent way too much, but it is the first time I have gotten to take her to do something like that, that is my excuse. I am sticking with it!
I had a ball with my beautiful granddaughter, she is so amazing, she is not only beautiful, but bright, funny and has such great comedic timing! I think it must be a trait on my side, I have it, Elizabeth has it, my mother had it, now Tess. Proof that beauty, brains and humor can coexist harmoniously.
Today is going to be an easy day, the Irishman and I have a few errands to run, I don’t want to go to Costco by myself, and I need help in that store or else I will spend everything! I know what you are thinking, go with a list, well I do, however it is all so tempting!
I have a confession to make, I am severely craving Kentucky Fried Chicken, original recipe to be exact, I have looked it up and one whole wing is 3 Weight Watcher points. I could make a meal on two of those that would only be six points, not cheating at all. I am thinking we may go by and get a bucket for lunch/dinner today. After all it is football day, what goes better with football games than fried chicken??? I know, beer, we already have that, which I don’t drink. You know for someone who, um, well, loved to indulge in such things in high school, I hardly ever drink alcohol these days. Once in a while I will get a margarita, but that is about it, unless I am at Gladys’ house, she somehow has a way of convincing me I need to drink with her.
I have to tell you I have the bravest and best daughter in the entire world, Elizabeth Anne partook in the warrior dash in Tulsa this weekend, and it was her first time doing something of this nature. She came in 3711 out of 6612 of all racers male and female and 220 out of 801 in her age/gender group. I am so amazingly in awe of her. Every day she amazes me more, Elizabeth you are the best daughter a mother could ask for. Smart, funny, beautiful, strong and independent, I like to think I had a little to do with your amazingness, however, in reality you were probably born with all of it! I love you sweetheart!
Chewie and the Irish People
So today I spoke to the Irishman’s mom and dad and aunt and uncle via skype, so they got to see me, the only problem with this is I was not forewarned. I had no makeup on and workout clothes on. Do any of you know how stressful this is? I never allow anyone to see me without makeup! I had to do an early morning delivery of United Way sale items and was dropping off, leaving, quick Starbucks run, then planned on working out. Not talking to future in-laws via Jetsons technology. It was the first time they had seen me. Can you believe that is the way they saw me??? They must think I am the ugliest creature alive. The absolute horror!
I did not get to work out, too traumatized, I did however clean everything in sight today. All clothes are clean, it is clean sheet day, and it was so pretty the back door was open all day so Chewie could come and go as he pleased.
Speaking of Chewie, the Irishman was showing his family Chewie and he was telling them that Chewie is 15 and is slower now. About that time, Chewie begins hopping about, as if to prove him wrong. He was saying, uh yeah, whatever, look at me!
I love that dog!
Well that was my traumatizing day, I will have to go to therapy to get past the horror of it all. I hope everyone else had a great Saturday.
Angie and the Irishman
I met the Irishman before my beloved Tessa was born, I thought he was Scottish, don’t ask me why, I have no answer for that one. I have to be honest; I never really paid any attention to him, just a co-worker and one that was not in my group so I didn’t have day to day contact with him.
One day I get this chat (company chat) from some man with a weird last name asking me a question, no good morning or introduction just the question. Well this irritates me; I like the niceties in life. So I said out loud, “Who is this?” and one of the guys in my area looked at the chat and said oh that’s that Irish guy. I said what Irish guy and they all stared at me, and described him and I said oh I thought he was Scottish. I answered his question and that was that. The next day, same thing, but this time I thought to myself, um no. so I typed good morning and sat back and waited. Then he said well it is not a good morning because of whatever the issue was. So I answered his question and that was that. The next day, I get a chat, it says good morning. We became friends, which was in September of 2007, then we began to talk outside of work. It was still friendship, nothing more, nothing less. I blame Disney for this whole thing, it was Christmas time and I was at the mall and saw these amazing life-size princess dolls at the Disney store and sent him a text telling him he needed to get one for his little girls. He then sent a text back saying he needed to do some Christmas shopping and did I want to go with him. Well, shopping, mall, given. I was there. We met at the mall, he got the doll and I got the few remaining things I needed and we spent several hours walking around the mall talking. I had the best time; I had not laughed that hard in a long time. After we left the mall he sent me a text telling me he had had a great time and would love to do it again, perhaps this time not in a mall. I said I had also had a great time and would love to do it again.
We agreed on Wednesday, I realized that was New Years Eve, so the next day I told him it was New Years Eve and would understand if he had other plans. He said there was no one else he would rather spend that evening with.
The Saturday before the Wednesday, we decided to meet for lunch, he had a 3 hour split shift, so we met at the Olive Garden. Amazing conversation, he is really funny, and then he had to go back to work, he walked me to my car and we had our first kiss. I knew I was in trouble then, I probably should have canceled the date right then and there. But I didn’t, and the rest is history as they say. It is my history, my present and hopefully my future.
We began dating, for my birthday he gave me a necklace that his grandmother had given him before he left Ireland. He said she told him to give it to the woman who had his heart, I have only taken it off once, and that was for the brief period that we had broken up. I tried to give it back and he said I would always have his heart and he wanted me to keep it.
I have been thinking about our history a lot lately, going over things in my mind, always looking, always questioning. That is me, I can drive myself insane. I loved those early days, although I have to say when it is just the two of us, we are still the exact same as we were then. Always laughing, being completely goofy and loving it.
Angie World 