There are times when I think my life is just, well, horrible, then I get a call from Alex or Elizabeth Anne will send me a text or I will hear from Jeffrey. Every morning I wake up to the sound of the coffee maker going off, coffee that was put in there the night before by the Irishman. I know without a doubt my life is not horrible, that my life is incredibly blessed.
I don’t use the word lucky to describe me, there has been nothing lucky about my life, there have been times of incredible blessings from God however.
If someone came in and looked at my life as a whole, from the moment of my birth they would think that I am the most unlucky person ever. They would see that I wasn’t wanted by my birth mother, that she left the hospital without me, I think they would miss the fact my grandparents came to the hospital and paid for me so they could take me home.
I think most people would look at it and think, poor little girl, no one really wants her, I think they would miss the fact that two people did indeed want me and eventually got me. I am blessed to have had the parents I had, I am blessed to have been raised with a moral code, a code that tells me the difference between right and wrong.
I am blessed to have the children that I do have, the ones I raised to have a moral code, to know the difference between right and wrong. To know that they have a mother that will stand by them, if they do something they are not supposed to, I will call them out on it. I will not allow them to go through life with an air of entitlement, I will not only call them out on their misbehavior, I will stand with them through the consequences.
I will tell them I am proud of their accomplishments, without giving them false praise, you see that too often on television. The reality shows are filled with young hopefuls whose parents have told them they can sing, dance or whatever, when in fact they cannot.
I am blessed to have the job that I do, to get up every day and go to work and for the most part like what I do, I like the people I work with, that is also a blessing.
I am blessed to have the friends that I have, from my BBFF to my BFF to all of them, so many, too many to name individually.
I am incredibly blessed to have the opportunity to be on the radio, I will be forever grateful to Shanon J, for asking me to do Conversations with her. I am still shocked that she asked me to do the show with her as I had no broadcasting experience. Well, except for the 3 times I have called into the Kidd Kraddick in the Morning show. Besides that, no experience. Every time I walk into the radio station offices I feel nothing but acceptance and warmth from the people there.
I am not lucky, I am truly blessed.

More Funeral Songs

Well here we are, my first Friday of the week, yes, I have two Fridays in the week, I work Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. I know what you are thinking, when is Starbucks day. Well it will be on the real Friday of the week. I will be getting Passion tea for now.
I am sitting here listening to the immortal words of the Bay City Rollers, my very first boy band love; I want at least one of their songs played at my funeral. I can’t decide which; I think Bye Bye Baby will be to cliché. Maybe I’m a Fool to Love You is definitely in the running, along with Dedication, oh, Rock and Roll Love Letter, so many to choose from. Maybe I will choose several; one can never have too many Bay City Roller songs played.
No weapon formed against me shall prosper, I’m more than a conqueror, I love that line in the song Stomp. Another song I’ll have at my funeral, Elizabeth Anne I hope you are taking notes, because I will depend on you to make sure it all is just like I want.
This past weekend was jam packed, a very enjoyable lunch with Alexander on Friday, car wouldn’t start in the parking lot of Target, until Alex touched it and then of course it magically starts. Then downtown for the Mary Kay Career Conference Friday night and Saturday, no sleep was had Friday night. Then Saturday evening I took the Irishman’s girls to play with Tess, pizza and movie night was in store for the girls.
Sunday was spent trying to do everything I normally do in three day, did not get done, I have so much laundry to do, I hate doing laundry, with a passion, however since I am the only one that does it in my house and I can’t afford all new clothes I guess I will have to do it.
I have done something to my right hand, my thumb to be exact, I don’t know what is wrong with it, but it is swollen and hurts. So, I did the only thing I could do, I bought an ace bandage for the thumb, it is actually called a thumb stabilizer. Hopefully this will help it heal, whatever I have done to it, crazy nuts, that’s what it is. I looked it up on WebMD and according to the site I have MS, not a good thing, I hope it’s not that.
This past Saturday was a new episode of Conversations with Shanon J and Angie B, I am incredibly proud of this one. It is about single parent dating, as anyone who knows me, knows this is my irritation in life. Parents, really mothers, behaving badly, remember moms you reap what you sow. A very real thing, if you have not heard the show, you can listen from our website, we have an in studio guest who will either tell me I am way off the mark in my thinking or will actually give me affirmation I have been right all along.


I have taken some time off because I have been as sick as the proverbial dog, I am doing better this morning, although now I have no voice. Good thing I don’t have to talk for this part of my life.
This is a little late in coming, however, I would like to tell you all about the Conversations show that aired last Saturday. It was part 2 of Can Men and Women be Just Friends, without the romance part getting in the way. As the majority of you know, my best friend is male, we have been best friends for 15 years now. And yes, it has always been friendship, none of the other stuff getting in the way. I knew our relationship was special, because it is a great friendship, I didn’t realize it was unique until we started talking about it to, well, all of you. To me it is a normal, healthy, friendship, early on we both realized what a special friendship we had and decided none of the other stuff was ever going to come into play.
If you want to hear his take on the friendship you can listen via mine and Shanon J’s website, the show is up and ready for you to click.
I started thinking about the legacy he and I are leaving for our respective children, my daughter has a BBFF (boy best friend forever) as well. They have been friends for years, since high school, their friendship continues today. I feel proud that I set an example that men and women can be simply friends. She has seen this growing up and it is normal for her.
Now my BBFF has a son, and he is setting an example for his son that he can have these types of friendships without anything else going on. It is a unconscious happening, something that they just see and take as normal.
It should be the norm, not the exception, however, I am learning it is not. I was speaking with a man at work about it and he said he was interested in listening to the show. He went on to say he has tried to be friends with women and they always go off in the direction of oh he’s paying attention to me, oh he must like me.
The thing is, if you want to be friends with someone of the opposite sex, you must have the conversation, the open, honest one, where both parties agree that the friendship is more important than anything else. We have never once been inappropriate with each other, our lives are transparent, anyone can look in at any time and see what is going on. I am proud to call this man my friend, he is honest, caring, honorable (a trait that is quickly fading in this society) good-looking, incredibly intelligent (he keeps me on my toes) and funny. Oh he’s single as well ladies, his sister and I are taking applications, you have to go through both of us for approval.
So, go out, look for friendship, your lives will be richer for it.


I wonder what my life would have been like if I lived in the 1800’s, I come from people who worked the land, so what would I have been? I mean, seriously, I am really lazy when it comes to physical work, well, no I’m not, not if it has to be done. However, to have to do it every day, and since I am a woman I would have been expected to cook and clean. For a lot of people, because during planting and harvesting times the neighbors all came to help each other, my job would have been to make sure the men were fed. I don’t even know how women did it back then, no microwaves, no ovens like we know them now, no fancy cookware. Dishes to wash afterwards, because there were no paper plates, no plastic forks, no plastic cups so all of that would have to be washed by hand because definitely no electric dishwasher.
I like to think if I had been born then I would have persuaded my parents I needed to go on to a higher education, which for women meant finishing school. Educated women were not man magnets back in the day and face they still are not, men like empty headed arm candy. Always have, always will, as a matter of fact when my grandfather started teaching me to read my grandmother told him not to. She said, she’s pretty, she doesn’t need an education, she will marry well. Grandpa laughed and did it anyway, he told me “listen, your looks will fade, all you will be left with is your brain”, I hope I have done him proud with the use of my brain over using my looks to get what I want out of life.
I didn’t teach my daughter to get by on her looks either, and she is about a thousand times prettier than I am, this could explain why she can’t get out of speeding tickets. I did learn how to do that with my looks, not above using them for that as long as I can. I digress, I would like to think I would have run away from the farm and tried my luck in the city; however that would have been dangerous. The only jobs available to women back then were maid or um, well, in a brothel. Neither of those careers appeal to me.
So farm girl it is,  gotta feel bad for those men eating my cooking, poor things, although they would love my no bake cookies. I would probably feed them sandwiches, they would not want to come work on my farm, sorry, my husbands farm, since women were not really allowed to own anything. They were in fact the property, like cattle.
I am beyond happy I was born in this time period, where I was encouraged to learn about everything, where I have had the opportunity to do whatever I want career wise. I know what you are thinking, that I am not really doing what I love in life and while that is true, I have been afforded the luxury of working in a place that trains me to do different jobs and I am able to move around and advance. Not something to sneeze at my friends, plus I have gotten to meet the most wonderful people who have become not only friends but family. For example my BBFF, he is more family than friend, if I had not been employed by this company I would never have such a wonderful friend. If I had not been employed by this company I would not be on the radio, as I met Shanon J at this company. I would never have met the Irishman and become engaged.
I think a lot about living in different time periods, but truth be told I am happy to be in this time period, where I am free to learn, free to speak, free to have an amazing job, amazing opportunities and meet amazing people. I still want to visit other time periods, but not wear out my welcome.

Happy Christmas

Well Christmas has come and gone, I can finally talk about what I got my children for Christmas that I thought was so fantastic and could barely wait to give them. My mom, their grandmother, was amazing, she was smart, funny, kind and anyone who met her felt instantly at peace. She was also a published author, she was published a lot in a newspaper out of Kansas called Capper’s Weekly. Back in 1956 they asked for their readers to write about experiences in coming across the country in a covered wagon, they asked for family legends or first hand experiences. Some of the people who wrote in were in their 80’s and 90’s and told first hand experiences of coming across this great nation in a covered wagon. Well my mom wrote in, she wrote two stories, they accepted both of them, they printed the best stories that came in, my mom was the only one to have two stories printed in the book. This book goes in and out of print all the time. I was able to find the publisher and ask that they notify me when they put the book in print again. They did so this past summer, I was able to order each of my children their own copy, they now have a tangible part of their Grandma Testerman that they can keep their entire lives. I hope they cherish this as much as I enjoyed being able to find it for them. If you ever get a chance, check out the book, My Folks Came in a Covered Wagon, well worth the read. I feel we lose so much of what made this country truly great, the spirit of adventure, of survival, of exploration, my forbearers were explorers. They first came here from Prussia and moved all across this country, from Virginia to Missouri, to Upper State New York, to Oklahoma and all the way to California. I think my children have this sense of exploration, they love going places and seeing different things, they may have a double dose as their father’s side came here from Italy, went to Chicago and landed in Oklahoma, along the way moved to all different places in this country and abroad. I hope everyone had a great Christmas and checked out the tips Shanon J and I gave on the show and put on the website, we will next be talking about how to survive New Years as a singleton.

Christmas Ideas

After this week I have four weeks of work left before I am off of work for 2 weeks, I am so excited I can barely stand it. I will be off for Christmas and New Years; I will sleep till I wake up, hopefully spend some time with Tessa and play with my dog.
Speaking of Christmas, the last time I was with Tess I asked her what she thought she was going to get from her Gigi for Christmas. She said I don’t know but I think it is going to be a surprise. So I asked her what she was going to get her Gigi for Christmas. She said, without hesitation, a dog, a big dog, it’s time Gigi, you need a new dog. I can only pray her father ignores that, because I don’t know if I am ready for a new dog. I am not sure I trust what her idea of a big dog is; I may end up with a Mastiff. One never knows with that child.
For all of you listening to Conversations with Shanon J and Angie B, I thank you, you can now listen to previous shows on our website, the site also has our email addresses on there. Please email us and let us know your thoughts, we would love to hear from you, also anything you would like us to talk about. Send us your show ideas.
Today will not be long, I am very tired and wish I could take a nap before work, however I do not think that is going to work out too well.


This past weekend was one of the most memorable ones I have had in a while, thank you so much Shanon J for this amazing opportunity. Our first show aired Saturday night and it was a hit! I am beyond thrilled at the positive feedback we have both received. I wish I could tell you more, but it will have to wait a while.
I have to stop watching the Walking Dead before I go to bed on Sunday nights, I had dreams about being one of the characters off and on all night. It was crazy nuts. It was a shocking episode; I won’t talk about it because I don’t want to spoil anything for those who have not watched the episode yet. It was a great episode and gave me nightmares, so you know it was awesome!
On my twitter feed I am following two of the housewives from the RHNJ franchise, one has been very good about updating her twitter feed regarding the situation in Jersey these days. She and her family have been very fortunate, they have two generators, using them sparingly, certain rooms in the home, not all. But the thing that impresses me the most is she is using her twitter to gather items to hand out to the less fortunate, the whole family has gotten into the spirit helping. I cannot tell you how many truck loads they have delivered to effected people in their area. They set up a central location, the business of one of the family members, Cafface is the drop off point, and even before they can make it to the building people are dropping off items. This is incredibly amazing to see, the human spirit is resilient, unstoppable and if you are an American, it is unbeatable.
The major telecommunications company I work for has 10,000 employees that have been impacted by Hurricane Sandy; the company has set up a fund that will go directly to these families. I am so proud to be associated with such a company, which is where I chose to direct my funds, to help a fellow employee. It is simply wonderful they have chosen to help the employees, I hope the employees feel that we, here in other areas care about them and are praying for them and want to help any way we can.
Being in Texas it feels as if we are far removed from the people up there, and yes, we say up there, but seeing the footage, reading the tweets, I pray for these people, my fellow Americans. I know without a doubt New York, New Jersey and all of the other areas up North will not only recover, but come back stronger.

Friday, Starbucks and Candy

This week has gone by fast; I cannot believe that tomorrow I will be at the station recording our first show. Don’t forget, 970 AM 97 KHVN, Saturday evenings 7:00 PM, Conversations with Shanon J and her special guest Angie B. I am billed as the special guest because it is a small station with limited budgeting; I am perfectly good with this arrangement until we get sponsors and perhaps even move to a live mode. The sky is the limit and I cannot wait to see where God takes me next, this is all Him, I am still amazed at how all of this has come about. I don’t know why I am so amazed, due to the fact I know without a doubt He is in control and everything is his timing, not mine.
I have sad news people, I have fallen off the wagon, the Weight Watchers wagon that is, I need so desperately to get back on. I ate my weight in candy yesterday; however I am not going to beat myself up over it. I will just get back on that pony and start over, that is what I have to do, I will once again have to get all of the sugar out of my system. That is not pleasant people.
I battle this constantly, I so badly want to eat whatever I want, cookies, candy, Taco Bueno, all of it, but I can’t. I will be 800 pounds, and that is not good, it doesn’t look good and it doesn’t feel good. Remember Star Jones? When she was so big and would have difficulty talking because of all the weight? I couldn’t watch the View then, it was painful, ok, I can’t watch it now either. It is so one sided, there is no give and take, if you disagree with these women you are the enemy. I have plenty of friends I don’t agree with everything that comes out of their mouth, but we are still friends and don’t feel the need to put each other down.
Of course weight issues did not stop me from getting my Starbucks treat, Peppermint Mocha made with soy, triple shot of esspreso, yum!
I have rambled on enough now; I will let you all know how my first recording experience goes!

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