Happy Birthday Jeffrey

Life is so fleeting, it’s a lesson I learned well before you were born. I loved you before I met you face to face, you were this amazing miracle that happened.

I’m so proud to be your mom, I seriously cannot imagine a better 1st son  than you. 

You were an incredibly bright, funny, thoughtful little boy that grew up to be an incredibly intelligent, wickedly funny and beyond thoughtful. 

On this day, your birthday, I get to gush about how proud I am of you and how much I love you. 

I can hardly believe it’s been 31 years since you were born. It feels like it was just a minute ago you were asking me to play with you in your box. Telling me you wanted to grow up to work on fire trucks because firemen needed them to work all the time. 

I have always been and continue to be amazed by you. 

I love you son, happy birthday! 

I Tried to Contain Myself

You might want to buckle up, it’s going to be awfully bumpy in a just a few words.
August 29, 2005 Hurricane Katrina wreaked havoc on Louisiana, President George W. Bush waited two days before leaving his vacation after. He then flew over to access the damage by air. He was vilified in the paper, the main stream media, Kanye West infamously said “George Bush hates black people.”
Flash forward, August 15, 2016, massive flash flooding, thousands of people displaced, so far 13 lives lost, loss of home, possessions, clothes and basic necessities of everyday life.
Current, sitting President Barack Obama, still vacationing, playing golf daily with celebrities and other wealthy people. Oh, except when he takes time off to do fund raising for the DNC and Hillary Clinton.
Main stream media, crickets, silence, I have in fact seen people defending his behavior, the very people who vilified President Bush.
There have been no visits, not even a plan to visit until AFTER GOP Nominee Donald J. Trump went to Louisiana. Not only went but took a semi-trailer full of relief items, basic necessity items and even put in school supplies for children. The news media on that, oh look he did a 49 seconds worth of work taking things off the truck.
However, after a little digging, he paid for the truck, he paid for what was in the truck and he did help unload. The time amount I am unsure of, however, if it was 49 seconds, I’m guessing he left as not to cause any delays in unloading the truck. He didn’t announce his arrival, he didn’t demand roads be closed, he didn’t demand local police escort him. He used his own security, and yes, we, the people, are paying for the Secret Service coverage for him, however he has his own private security as well.
He then met with people who have been hit hard by the flooding, in private, no press, not a photo opportunity as the Governor sarcastically said it was. He showed caring, in a time of need, he showed empathy, he showed that he is the man his children and close friends have been saying he is.
I have said it all along, I have never been a huge fan of Donald Trump, however, when one does the research and one looks back at interviews he has given since the 1980’s, his political views and his views of this country have never changed.
I saw Hillary Clinton’s commercial where she says children are listening to him, I am going to take umbrage to that, children learn by example.
Hillary’s example has been abysmal at best, at worst horrifying, and yes Mr. Trump is bombastic in nature, he is crude at times, he has a tendency to say what he thinks, however, he is not wrong about a lot of things.
He did not say that he was going to send all Mexicans back to Mexico, what he said is he would send ILLEGAL ALIENS back to their home countries, no matter where they are from. As for the infamous “wall” on the border of here and Mexico, do you not realize who is coming in through those areas? It is not just poor people from Mexico, people go to Mexico to specifically sneak into the U.S. Because that is the place that lacks the funds to catch everyone coming into the country ILLEGALLY. I feel the need to shout that word as everyone gets it wrong.
He wants to do away with giving handouts, I’m all for that, I want handups, he wants to put people back to work.
Let’s take a look at some of the most poverty stricken cities in the United States of America and who runs them:
Number 1, Detroit, Michigan, ran by Democrats since 1961.
Number 2, Buffalo, New York, ran by Democrats since 1954.
Number 3, Cincinnati, Ohio, ran by Democrats since 1984.
Number 4, Cleveland, Ohio, ran by Democrats since 1989
Number 5, Miami, Florida, ran by Democrats since, well forever.

Those are the top 5 in the country, I could go on, but I believe my point has been made. We need to create jobs, real jobs, that will enable people to work themselves out of poverty.
Hillary Clinton has flat out said she will raise taxes on the middle class, don’t believe me, have a look:

I am considered middle class; I can’t afford another tax increase.
Let’s take a look at the difference in refugee policies, Mr. Trump wants to put a halt to it until we can come up with a better vetting system, to date the DOD admits that they have no system to vet these people properly. They couldn’t even properly vet a woman coming over on a fiancé visa, she flat out lied on her application and no one checked it out. She put a false address, her Facebook was filled with declarations of allegiance to ISIS and what did we do? Rolled out the welcome matt. What did she do? She, along with her husband killed 14 people and seriously injured 22, it was not a violence in the workplace incident as our current president would have you believe. It was a terrorist attack acted out by two people who had pledged allegiance to ISIS. On our home soil.
We need to be able to vet people coming from countries known to be hotbeds of terrorist activities until we can get a better vetting system in place.
This is not racist, it is not being a xenophobic, it is common sense.
Hillary Clinton has said that abortion is ok with her up until the moment of delivery. She has said that a woman can abort a child that is full term. She didn’t bat an eye and people cheered. Don’t believe me? Take a look:

Children learn by example, what are our children learning?

I am a Christian, I am educated, I am not a blue collar worker, I will be voting for Donald J. Trump simply because I cannot in good conscience vote in a woman like Hillary Clinton, our children deserve better.
As usual, I can be reached at angie@angieworld.com

My Thoughts on Simone Biles

Anyone who knows me well knows that I do not watch sports, so it should come as no surprise that I do not watch the Olympics. However, having said that, I do pay attention when our team (U.S.A.) wins medals. What caught my attention was Simone Biles, she defies gravity, she is graceful, athletic, amazing and dignified.
I say dignified, because what caught my attention about her at first was not her athleticism, it was the social media storm that involved a thoughtless comment from an announcer, Al Trautwig, he said on-air that Simone was raised by her grandfather and his wife and calls them mom and dad.
Well, it turns out while in truth her parents are biologically her grandfather and his wife, they are actually her parents due to a little thing known as legal adoption.
I have to tell ya my hackles were raised by this comment, being a fellow adoptee that was legally adopted by older relatives (my great aunt and uncle) this made my blood boil.
He then went on to make things worse when he tweeted “They may be mom and dad but they are NOT her parents,” the tweet has since been deleted.
This really made me want to find this guy and educate him on legal adoption.
My mom and dad may not have been my biological mother and father, but they were my mom and dad in the eyes of the law and I have to believe God.
Adoption is a covenant between an adult and a child that the adult will care for them, love them, put their well-being before their own, raise them, educate them and be there for the rest of their lives.
Sounds like parents to me, I read what Simone Biles had to say about the whole thing and this is where I am so impressed by this young lady, her only comment was “My parents are my parents and that’s it.”
I feel that way as well Simone, my parents are my parents and that’s it.
I decided to read up on her back story and it struck home how similar our stories are, her birth mother was incapable of taking care of her and her sister. They were shuffled around for a while, she to different foster homes, me to my grandparents and other places.
Then a family member stepped up and said I want them, she went on to say in the article I read that she remembered the first time she called Nellie Biles mom. The girls had been calling them grandpa and grandma, they told the girls they could call them mom and dad if they wanted to, it was their decision.
She went into her bedroom and practiced saying the words, mom, dad, over and over. Then she walked back into the kitchen and said “mom?” Her mother turned around and said “yes?”
And that was that.
Very much like my experience, I was calling mine Aunt Odela and Uncle Foy, after the adoption the scene in my home was very much the same.
They were my mom and dad, adoption is a real thing, it is a bond, a covenant between an adult and a child. I will be your guide through this world, I will teach you right from wrong, I will be there when you fail, I will be there when you succeed. You will not be able to shake me off.
What this reporter said was thoughtless and uneducated, I am going to assume he had great parents from birth and doesn’t understand what adoption is and what it means. I do hope he educates himself and feels bad for what he said.
After my adoption there were several people in my family, I will not say names, that would introduce me “this is Angie, she isn’t real”.
No one will ever know what that did to my psyche, it was already fragile and that fractured it further. Until, my mother, my amazingly beautiful mother, told me this: With the rest of them I got whatever God gave me, but you, you I got to choose.
I’ve never forgotten it, as I have never forgotten her final words to me: You have been the most pleasant surprise.
She got to choose me and it was a pleasant surprise, giving birth does not guarantee you will be a good parent. I hope my children think I am a good parent as I gave birth to them.
But I will tell you my mom, my mom was the best mom that God ever created, when He created her I believe He should have used her blueprints for all moms. But alas our world doesn’t work that way and not everyone gets to have a mom and dad like I had.
From the sounds of it, Simone Biles has gotten to have a mom and dad like I had. For that I am incredibly happy for her.
As always you can direct any comments or thoughts to angie@angieworld.com

Tears in Heaven

This coming week is always a difficult one. Every year like clockwork it comes. August ninth then August eleventh. Both days, so close together. 

I was sitting here watching television, the Irishman listening to music in the other room. I hear it, I mute my television, it’s Eric Clapton, Tears in Heaven. 

The song he wrote after his son died, the first time I listened to the lyrics it literally took my breath. He sang everything I have thought since losing Michael. 

Would you know my name, would you take my hand, would it be the same. I think those thoughts and to this day I miss him so much. His birthday is August 9, 1984, he was beautiful and perfect. 

His short life was filled with laughter and love, 12 weeks was just not enough time. I look forward to the day I get to see him again. I hope he knows me, I hope he takes my hand and that it will be the same. 

August 11, 2003 is when my mom went home. The event was a mixture of loss, sadness and joy. Yes, joy, my mother longed to be with my dad. He was the love of her life, since she was five years old. She had missed him for 10 years before joining him. The last few of those years was spent with Alzheimer’s robing her of her memories. 

She told me once she wanted to go home, I knew what she meant. I said you will, she looked at me with the saddest expression. She said I don’t know, they tell me I do things when I’m not in my right mind. I said it’s ok, God knows who you are and know Jesus is in your heart and soul. He’s ok with you in either mind. She smiled brightly and said alright then and we continued our conversation. 

I asked her what she thought she would do first when she would finally get to go home. She said she imagined she’d have her meeting at the throne of God, then she would give her daddy-o a big hug. 

I always imagine her doing just that, what a joyous day for her, getting to go home and be with the loves of her life. Jesus and my dad. 

It doesn’t mean I miss her less, it just means I’m good with her no longer being in pain from her broken heart. 

Open Letter to Jude Deveraux

So, I was on Facebook, were we know all the best stuff is, sometimes I wonder if my sarcasm comes across in my writing. Anyway, that was sarcasm.
My favorite author, Jude Deveraux, has a fan page on Facebook, she interacts regularly, keeping all of her loyal fans updated on what she is working on and even sharing her travel adventures with us. She is very open on the page about her writing process and even her dealings with her publishing house and editors.
I find it fascinating, that look into the publishing world and how it works and how an editor has the power to just rip into someone’s artistic process and demand changes that are not within the storyline.
Reading her posts, I often wonder why E. L. James didn’t have such an editor, or even a grammar checker. I digress.
Recently Ms. Deveraux shared her frustrations with her new editor, valid frustrations, the new editor is either not familiar with her work, fan base or her status in the romance writing field, but she was way off base with the changes she wanted her to make.
I say this, as I have read every single book this woman has written and the changes would not have made sense, as the book is part of a series, and it would not have been anything that was a fun read.
Well, it seems the internet trolls had to rear their ugly heads and had harsh things to say to my favorite author. Instead of addressing them, I would like to write an open letter to my favorite author.

Dear Ms. Deveraux,

I want to tell you how much I love your writing, your books have transported me to the 1600’s and back again to modern times. I have time traveled, I have experienced opera singing in the 1800’s, I have gotten a glimpse into the rough and tumble world of gangster life in the 1920’s. I have lived vicariously through your writings for years.
I often wonder what has happened to the characters after the book ends, the mark of a truly good writer I might add. However, you have given us a look at certain characters and what happens to them, in Sweet Liar we saw Dougless from A Knight in Shining Armor was pregnant with her first child. In your latest book, The Girl from Summer Hill, we get to see more of Kit Montgomery, he’s one of my favorites and has made appearances in several of your books.
I love the interactions of the Taggert’s and Montgomery’s, the way the families intertwine and how it all started in The Raider.
I want to travel to Warbrooke, Maine to Chandler, Colorado and Lanconia, I want to go to all of the fictional homes, cities and countries where the characters are from that you write about.
Your works have gotten me through a divorce, the death of my father, my mother and through countless other happenings in my life.
I hope the thoughtless, rude words of a few will not outweigh the many who thoroughly enjoy your writings, your words, your characters.
As soon as one of your books hit the market I have to have it, I want it in hardback, I cannot wait for paperback and I do not enjoy an e-reader. I want to hold the book in my hand and turn the pages. When I first started reading you there was no Amazon or even a Barnes and Noble. I went to the local bookstore where I live and I would pre-order you. It got to the point to where the owner of the store would call me as soon as they got word of your drop date. And they would save my copy for me to come and pick it up. Alas that bookstore is no more, but I still have my fond memories of it.
There are only four authors that I buy in hard back, you are my number one.


Angie (a major fan)

As usual, if anyone has any thoughts or comments they do not want to say on my site you can email me at angie@angieworld.com


Here I sit, contemplating my words, should I measure my speech or go all out? All out it is. 

I really never thought I would get to write this, for 34 years this day has caused me deep grief. Today it gives me great joy. 

Happy Birthday Stacy,

34 years ago today I thought I had given up all rights to tell you happy birthday. To tell you that your birth was not a cause for pain but a reason for celebrating. 

The pain this day used to cause me was not due to you being born but being separated from you. 

I know without a doubt I made the right decision, allowing a stable, steady couple raise you. The thought never stemmed the missing you, especially on this day. 

I’m incredibly fortunate that you chose to seek me out when you were older. I’ll be forever grateful you did. 

I’m proud of the adult you are, even though I played no part in getting you there. 

You’re a great human, an amazing mother and an incredible woman. 

Happy Birthday!! 


Angie Thoughts

I haven’t written a lot lately because I am disheartened, no, not disheartened, not sad, angry. I am angry, I am angry at all of the murders, the slaughter of our police, men and women. I am angry that instead of the focus being on our freedoms stripped away people are more interested in voting in a woman to the presidency. Rather than look at her record, her really bad record, her criminal activity, her dishonesty when it comes to women’s issues. Her disingenuousness when it comes to the military, she is so anti-military and law enforcement her greeting to one of them saying good morning was fuck you.
The way she defended a man and got him off for the rape of a twelve-year-old girl and years later laughed at how she knew he was guilty, but she didn’t care.
The way she vilified the women her husband sexually assaulted (allegedly), had multiple affairs with and behaved in a predatory way with. The things she has said about them, why are feminist not up in arms?
Let’s talk about plagiarism since that seems to be the news d’jour; in 2008 Hillary Clinton plagiarized Senator John Edwards on multiple occasions during her failed presidential campaign. Michelle Obama plagiarized Saul Alinsky’s Rules for Radicals during her 2008 DNC speech. Where was the outrage? The memes making fun of them?
Meliania Trump’s speech used common words to describe her childhood and how she feels about this country. No, scratch that, her speech writers used common words to describe her childhood and how she feels about this country and her husband.
I watched her speech, I thought she was poised, well-spoken and thoughtful. She came across as genuine, someone who worked to come to this country and became a citizen, the right way. She didn’t come illegally, and she is viciously attacked for it.
This country is in shambles, there is literally fighting in the streets, our Commander in Chief has facilitated the hatred for law-enforcement. That is a fact. Now he is trying to backtrack.
He also will not call certain attacks what they are, Radical Islamist Terrorists are tearing up this country and the world. He called the attack in San Bernardino violence in the work place. Violence in the workplace, let that sink in for a moment.
Here was a husband and wife, the wife that we, as a government did not vet at all when she came here on a fiancé visa. If we had, we would have found the address she gave on the application was fake. We would have trolled her Facebook posts and seen where she pledged allegiance to ISIS. Instead, we waved her in, come on in, wreak havoc on us, kill a few of us.
Disgusting, that is what it is, and criminal, there is absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to halt all immigration from countries that actively want to kill us and our way of life until we have a vetting system in place that will not allow Radical Islamist Terrorists in.
There is nothing wrong with not wanting ILLEGAL ALIENS crossing our borders ILLEGALLY, there is nothing racist about that. NOTHING.
There is something wrong with wanting to bring over hundreds of thousands of refugees when we have homelessness of our citizens. When we have children going hungry in our country, when we have veterans living in the street and in shelters.
There is something wrong when our government does not put our men and women who have fought for this country first, above ILLEGAL ALIENS and Refugees from countries who want to kill us. There is nothing wrong with telling people who want to come here that our Constitution is above Sharia Law. And if they do not feel that way they do not need to come here.
There is nothing wrong with not wanting a president who wants to do away with the 2nd amendment and I’m guessing wants to quell the 1st as well.
There nothing wrong with me not wanting a woman who is crooked, evil, vile and is against women.
One who says Margaret Sanger is her hero, Margaret Sanger, a blatant racist who created Planned Parenthood to weed out black people and poor people.
In her own words:
Woman, Morality, and Birth Control. New York: New York Publishing Company, 1922. Page 12.
We should hire three or four colored ministers, preferably with social-service backgrounds, and with engaging personalities.  The most successful educational approach to the Negro is through a religious appeal. We don’t want the word to go out that we want to exterminate the Negro population, and the minister is the man who can straighten out that idea if it ever occurs to any of their more rebellious members.

Me again, no plagiarism here. If this is her hero, then who is she trying to get rid of?
I am pro-life, I make no secret of that, I am not for the extinction of any ethnic group.
I am not voting for Trump because I love him, I am voting for him because our country cannot handle another 4 to 8 years of not naming an enemy, of bad economic understanding, of destabilizing our stand in this world, of weakening our military, of complete rhetoric against our law-enforcement and saying that all white people are to blame for the woes of this country.
If anyone hasn’t noticed, Hillary is as white as they come, in fact the Democratic party only gave you white people to choose from. They ran the gamut, old, crazy, criminal and very, very white.
The Republican party gave you choices, white, African-American, Hispanic, old, young, in-between.
They in fact gave a choice of an African-American who had risen from poverty, who had sought an education, an education that enabled him to help heal people. And you shunned him! You called him names, you made fun of a man that embodies everything right with this country.
Someone who took advantage of educational opportunities, someone who worked his way out of poverty. A Godly man, a man of character, for what?
A crazy old man and a criminal woman. Interesting.
And now all you can do is focus on a few words that are everyday common words, from a woman not running for office.
Once again, this is my world, my views, and as always, any hate mail can go to angie@angieworld.com.


I saw something, for once not on Facebook, it struck me, the person said that the five slain officers were overshadowing the civilian deaths that had recently taken place.
I admit I sat there for a long time just looking at it, the words, the sheer audacity, the sheer non-understanding of why these five deaths are resonating with the nation. No, the world, they ran into the line of fire to save the people protesting them. How does that not express the profound meaning that their lives had? That their deaths have? They ran towards gun-fire to save people who protested them.
I have seen a lot of things recently spouting “race” as if ones’ race is based on skin tone. It’s not, we are the human race, created in God’s image. He did not create different humans with different skin tones, He didn’t say “you know what, I’m going to separate these people I have created by color”. He didn’t color code us. He created man in his own image and saw it was good.
Good. We were created good, prejudice is not inherent, it is learned. I was taught all of my life to judge a person by the content of their character not by the outward appearance. A hard lesson for me, oh, not by skin tone, apparel. I judged by what a person wore, their hair style, shoes, oh my, yes the shoes. My poor mother, she really had her work cut out for her with that one. I remember one Sunday, in Owasso, OK at the First Freewill Baptist Church, a woman came in with jeans.
WHAT!? This had to be 1979 or around there, I was aghast, one simply did not do that in 1979. As soon as we got in the car to go home I just could not contain myself. The judgements flew out of my mouth at a rapid rate. I could not believe someone, much less a woman, would come to church in jeans.
I’ll never forget the look on my mothers’ face, it wasn’t anger, it was sadness and disappointment. She looked at me for a long time and said Angie show me in the bible where it says don’t come to church in jeans. Or for that fact where it says all ye women come in a dress.
I sat there in that back seat and just stared, then I said well you won’t let me do it, she said no, I won’t. Here’s why, when we go to God’s house we wear our best, that’s why it’s called our Sunday best. You are very fortunate that your Sunday best is stylish, nice, pressed and what we, as your parents, deem appropriate.
Not everyone has those kinds of garments, did you ever once, in the middle of your judgement think that the jeans were her Sunday best? Those are the best jeans she owns, they are clean, no holes and fit, her shirt was nice, clean, pressed and she was presentable. She was dressed in her Sunday best and here you sit, judging her. I never forgot that, disappointing my mom it was up there with disappointing God. I learned a strong lesson that day, it is one, I admit, I still struggle with.
To judge a person by something they cannot control is idiocy, people cannot control the color of their skin. The pigment they are born with, it is who they are, that is not something we should be judging on.
No matter what color your skin is, if it is white, peach, ghostly white (Irishman shout out there), brown, light brown, dark brown, black, olive (Tammi shout out there), tan, red, yellow or any other color that can be found in a child’s Crayola box, one should not be judged for it.
Before my life in Owasso, the one I don’t talk about too much, I lived in Oklahoma City, as a matter of fact, I lived in a really tough neighborhood. Capitol Hill, if you are from there, then you know, it’s rough. Or it was when I was a kid.
In the 1970’s Oklahoma began desegregating, I know, 10 years behind everyone else.
There was a good mixture of skin tones in my elementary school, we had everyone, white, black, brown, red, everyone. You know what, no fights based on skin color, I did have a fight with a boy named Kevin, he was my skin tone. He made me mad and I hit him with my lunch box. My metal, partridge family with the thermos in, lunch box. Mr. Jackson was our principal and I went to see him fairly often, only once did he call my grandparents. Never anyone else.
Did I mention he was black? A lot of my teachers were as well, I never thought anything about it. Skin color was never mentioned and as children no one cared. At all. There was one incident, but I really can’t talk about it here and it’s not “race” related it was more an explanation gone wrong issue. And yes, it had to do with me.
When I got to Middle School, Capitol Hill Middle School, things had changed, it was not an equal mixture of skin tones, it was roughly 75% black, 15% white and the rest Indian, I am using these terms due to the fact that is what we used then. Please take them in context to the time frame.
In middle school, still no issues, no one made any reference to skin color, a lot of classes, as I look back, I realize I was the only one in there that had a pale appearance. No one held it against me, I wasn’t called names. I was confused when I watched the nightly news, as it was talking about “race” riots, minorities and things of that nature. In my school, I was the minority, so I really didn’t understand.
Then I moved to a different part of Oklahoma City and started going to Jefferson Middle School, way different demographic, back to more of an equal balance of skin tones. Here is the funny story from there, I saw my friend Paulette from CHMS and we were thrilled to see each other. I said I didn’t know you guys were going to go here! She had a twin brother named Paul. She said yes, her mom and dad wanted to get out of the old neighborhood. She then said, and I’ll never forget it, there were too many black people there. I looked at her for a minute and said Paulette, you know your black right? She laughed and said that is what she said to her mom and dad. She said she really never got an explanation for that one.
Oh and before you think oh they must have been too light skinned for “the community” at that time. Not the case, her family was very proud of the fact that they were pure, no Indian and no White. I didn’t know what that meant until later, all I knew was Paulette and I were friends, her family welcomed me into their home and mine welcomed her into ours.
Then the move to Owasso, now, I have to tell you, Owasso was a shock to my system, a huge shock, on so many levels. Gone were the museums, the symphony, no orchestra at school, I was so depressed about moving I didn’t want to join the basketball team, I had played in OKC, I didn’t want to join the band, seriously, I was a cello player. No cellos in Owasso at that time, also, not a lot of people that didn’t look like me.
I remember the first day of school there, my BFF Tammi and I went, we took the bus, spent all day going from class to class. Then after school, we waited for our bus, I couldn’t take it anymore, I whispered what did they do with the black people, she said I don’t know, but don’t say anything because they might do away with us. Tammi came from Tulsa, huge diversity there as well.
Owasso is much more diverse now, however it wasn’t then, and it was a shock to my system.
But I still was being raised in a household where you did not judge based on outer appearances, especially based on something you cannot change.
Something has to give in this country, if you are judging me based on my pigmentation then you are prejudice, if someone is judging you based on your pigmentation they are prejudice.
I am a regionalist, I admit that, I judge on what region of the country you are from. I states, well, I am not overly fond of I states. I am not going to say what those are here, as I would get hate mail. Just know, that the job I have, I get to see how people behave when they think they can get away with speaking to humans any kind of way. I think we all know what that means.
Every day, I work side by side with people who do not look like me, we all get along, we all joke with one another, help one another and share knowledge and experience. We don’t base our opinion of someone’s ability to do their job based on the pigmentation of their skin.
We are one race, we are the human race, God made one race, humans, until the aliens come, and they totally are, but for now, on this big blue marble, we are it. Human. We might come in different colors, different shapes, sizes and have different thought processes, but we are all one. And if you are a Christian or even Jewish, then we are all descendants of Adam and Eve. We are brothers and sisters; we all need to remember that.
I do not judge a situation based on a snippet of a video someone took with their phone, from an angle that doesn’t show everything that happened. I do believe that the media and politicians and people who are in power want to keep everything stirred up. They want to keep humans fighting over pigmentation.
Just stop, stop and take a good long look at what the people in power don’t want you to see. Take time out to forge friendships with people of differences. Physical, emotional, intelligence and personality, those differences in us make the whole.
I’ll leave you with the words of Downtown Julie Brown, peace, love and gossip.
As always, if you have any comments or questions you can direct them to angie@angieworld.com

Happy Birthday Alex

Today is my youngest son’s birthday, I had to actually do the math because there is no way he can be 25.
I am so proud of you and all that you are doing. Your thought process always astounds me. You don’t simply go from a to b, you take routes people would never think to take.
Watching you becoming the man you are has been a privilege.
The conversations we have are always thought-provoking, funny and never ever boring.
You were named after the first member of my family, the Testerman side, who came to America. I know we call you by your middle name, you are so an Alex. However I see Thomas in you as well, the man who left everything behind to forge a new life.
To jump into a full-blown revolution.
Choosing to be an America, fight for freedom from England, the founder of our family.
You are brave, a little impulsive and willing to take up for what is right.
I love you beyond the moon. Happy birthday son!

My Thoughts

My heart is heavy, my mind is boggled, my understanding of this world is gone. Last night in Dallas, TX, 5 police officers were brutally murdered, shot down like dogs. Eleven more injured, one civilian injured as she protected her children.
During a peaceful protest shots began to ring out, police officers ran towards the shots, to protect the people protesting them. You know what, let’s take a minute to let that digest, ran towards shots being fired to protect people who hold them in disdain.
I understand they were protesting black men being shot and killed by police officers, however, I would like to remind everyone that the killings they were protesting happened in different states. Not even Texas, so it begs the question, why are you protesting Dallas police?
Do you feel a modicum of responsibility in this slaughter? If you had not been protesting police actions in a different state you would not have put our police officers in jeopardy.
They ran towards gun fire to save you, I cannot say it enough, for all of those that hate the police, that say incendiary words directed toward their demise, well, congratulations. You wiped out 5 of them last night.
To those of you that really want things to change in a peaceful manner, this is not directed at you, however, today, of all days, you need to go on your knees and thank God that they were there to run towards the gun fire to protect you.
I grew up in a household that respected laws and the law enforcers, oh don’t get me wrong, I did my share of skating the law. In my teenage years, drinking underage, drag racing, things of that nature. I didn’t rob anyone, the one and only time I have ever stolen anything was when I was four and ate grapes before my grandmother paid for them. She shamed me so mercilessly that I never stole another thing.
My dad taught me that if I disagree with a rule to practice civil disobedience. I have read Henry David Thoreau’s Civil Disobedience countless times due to my dad. Everyone should read it that wants to change things in our society, in our government, local and federal.
I am so saddened but not shocked at what happened last night in Dallas, TX. The world has taught me not to be shocked anymore at the cheapening of life that is happening on a global scale.
In our country, the United States of America, we should be above that. It is time people, time to understand that the white people who are alive today did not practice slavery. It is time people to understand that not all black people are thugs that want to rob you. EVERYONE in this country, has to work together for the betterment of EVERYONE, every citizen. The good of the many outweigh the good of the few.
Disagree with a law, disagree with what is happening, practice civil disobedience, stop waging open war on police officers.
Not all police officers are bad, not all white people are racists and not all black people are thugs. I read that on a meme. It’s true, it’s time to hold hands and sing Kumbaya.