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.

The Perfect Coffee

To say I love coffee is an understatement, I am enamored, over the moon, head over heels for coffee. There is no hyperbole too big to describe how I feel about coffee. We have an ongoing love affair that will stand the test of time.
That being said, my experimentations have resulted in the best cup of coffee I have ever had. I shall now, just in time for Valentine’s Day, share my recipe for love with all of you.
First you need honey, I use Nature Nate’s Raw Unfiltered local honey. I always suggest you use local, you will reap the most benefits from it.
First put the honey in the cup, then take cinnamon, make sure you mix it really well. If you mix the cinnamon with the honey it eliminates the pesky issue of the cinnamon just floating around., Plus, because it is mixed so well, the cinnamon taste is so much better.
You will then want to pour your coffee into the cup, leaving enough room at the top for what comes next.
I have created my own half and half, I use coconut milk, the real stuff, you will find it in the Asian aisle at the grocery store. It is in a can, you will need to open it and mix it up, as it does separate and forms cream, I always open from the bottom of the can and pour the liquid out first, then scoop out the cream. I then blend it in my nutribullet. It’s just easier that way.
Now for this next part, for full disclosure, I have a Nespresso that has the milk warmer with it. I pour some coconut milk in and SO Delicious coconut coffee creamer in. Sometimes I put a little cinnamon in this as well. Then I let it heat and mix together, as it does froth the concoction.
Next I pour the “half and half” into the coffee and choose my spot in the house and fully enjoy my nirvana.
There you have it, the perfect cinnamon/honey coffee. Which translates to heaven.

About Me

So, I saw this thing on Facebook the other day, I decided not to do it there, but to do it here. It’s kind of like a get to know you, and well almost everyone on there knows me. Not everyone here does, so here goes:

Three names I go by
1. Angie
2. Angela
3. Angel (only by certain cousins, no one else is allowed to call me that)
Three places I lived
1. Oklahoma City
2. Owasso
3. Plano
Three places I have worked
1. TG&Y
2. Printing companies
3. Large telecommunications corporation
Three things I love to watch
1. All Superhero shows and movies
2. Anything Joss Whedon
3. Anything with Star in the title, Star Trek, Star Wars, Battlestar Galactica, Stargate (any of them)
Three places I have been
1. The mountains in Colorado
2. The beaches in Florida
3. To see movie making magic in CA
Three things I love to eat
1. Mexican food
2. Chocolate
3. Popcorn
Three favorite drinks (not water)
1. Pomegranate juice
2. Coffee
3. Starbucks refreshers
Three things I am looking forward to:
1. Financial freedom
2. Starting my own business
3. The future
Also a little know fact about me, I hate sports, but love sports movies, I will sit and watch them all day long.

Strange Occurrence

Something unsettling has happened, I don’t even know how to express to everyone how truly strange and unnerving it is. Recently I have begun noticing that I am drinking less coffee, I hope you were sitting when you read that tidbit. I was not trying, it has happened naturally, I am drinking so much less that I told the Irishman that he should only make half a pot instead of a whole pot. I think he almost fainted, I explained that recently coffee is being wasted, that is a sin, so he should try making me half a pot. I don’t like wasting things; this morning is my first day with half a pot.

I don’t know what is happening to me, the whole thing has me a little rattled, I don’t know the meaning, without so much coffee will my life have meaning? Will I continue to hear color? So many questions, so few answers.

In other news, training is going well, we are not beginning our hardcore training until next week as we are waiting on some people coming from California. We did get to sit with some agents who are doing the same job we are being trained for and I am really excited to begin the training to learn the new tools. The meat of the job is the same, helping people who have had continuous issues to get it fixed once and for all. Find out why the issues have been ongoing and to assure them we do care and want to help. It’s not a line, I really do want these people fixed, I can feel their frustration coming from the other end of the line. I understand their frustrations as well, when things I am paying for doesn’t work I just want it fixed, not excuses.

I had lunch with Alex on Sunday, he is going out of town and will not be here for Mother’s Day, he told me that thanks to me he is well versed in weird television shows. I said example please, he said Buffy, Angel, I said hey, those are not weird shows they are classics. And Angel was a total guy show, he said mom Angel was eye candy for women, I said David Boreanaz is an incredible actor to which he replied I wouldn’t go that far. He did agree he was good though, which mollified me somewhat.

During training I don’t know how much I will be writing, training tends to be intense and by the time I get home I just want to go to sleep. Or unwind with really great television, not weird television, really anything Joss Whedon.

Dancing with Happiness

I have decided that Tuesday shall become Wednesday in my world as my BBFF said that I do not have a Wednesday, so he inspired me to acquire one. So, welcome to Psuedo Wednesday!

Today brings the dawn of a new day, a day to get things right, to begin anew, to be thankful for all of the miracles in one’s life. Our family has a huge miracle, I don’t know if I have permission to talk about it here, let’s just say God is alive and well, sitting on His throne and has His hand in every aspect of our lives. That being said I very much look forward to our family reunion this summer to celebrate this greatness with my family.

I have discovered the song Happy by Pharrell Williams, I literally cannot stop dancing, I was chair dancing all day yesterday at work. This morning, the first thing I did upon waking, yes, even before coffee, I put on the song and danced around the kitchen with Stormie. She was very happy to be dancing so early in the morning, perhaps one day I will post a video of her dancing. We dance together quite often, it is a lot of fun. Even now as I type this I am dancing in my chair, what a great song, if you are ever in a bad mood, put that song on, it is impossible to stay down while wanting to bounce.

I’m back now, took a break to dance again, LOVE this song. I come from a long line of dancers. My great grandparents on my grandmothers side used to win Charleston contests. You might scoff, but you try and do the Charleston, not so easy huh.  Those of us from the South are typically good dancers, all the hot weather, going without shoes makes one move.

I am off to have a great day, because our days are what we make of them, remember, take a moment to reflect on all of the miracles in your life. I promise there are many, then give thanks, lift your hands to the heavens and give a great big AMEN.

Another Monday

The weekend is over and I survived the weekend without Nocona, it was hard, it’s hard coming into my home, I sit in the car not wanting to come in because she is not here to greet me. It is hard going to bed because she is not at the end of it or right next to me. It is hard waking up because she is not there to wake up with me, eat eggs with me and have coffee with me. I just miss her so much.
Stormie won’t sleep with me, I tried putting her on the bed, I had to wrestle with her to pick her up and then she just looked at me like I was crazy and jumped off the bed. Oh well, maybe tonight.
I do really like waking up at a normal hour, 7am is so much better than 4am, coffee, funnies, Dear Abby and a few Bejeweled Blitz and I am good. This week is going to be easier, I know it, maybe I’ll go back to store on Thursday night, see if I can get hit on again. Maybe not, unless I actually have to go.
Having Tess here Friday and Saturday was good, she is a breath of fresh air, so full of energy and life, I love having that little girl with me. She is bright, funny, smart and so very pretty, she is a true credit to both of her parents.
Well, that’s all I have for now, I hope you all have a great Monday.

Never Changing Obsessions

Things I am obsessed with all of the time:
Weather, I am obsessed with weather, all kinds of weather, except for the dry hot summer weather. I like storms, clouds, cold fronts and above all snow. I like tornado season as well, and yes I know I will get some flack for that, I know it causes damage, but to see this thing, this force, that man cannot control, that does what it wants. It is an amazing thing to witness, and yes I have been through plenty of storms and tornado seasons. I grew up in tornado alley perhaps that is why I find them so fascinating.
Aliens, space aliens that is, I am completely fascinated with the thought that we are not alone; I do not believe that we are God’s only creation. I fully believe that there is other life out there; I also think that there is intelligent life out there. I am fascinated with the thought that they could come find us, visit us, and hopefully not see us as food. Since I was very young I have been obsessed with anything that has to do with something more out there. It started with Star Trek and has continued to this day with, really all programs, movies, documentaries, books, anything at all. We are not alone and one day we will see the proof.
Coffee, I am obsessed with coffee, which also started at a young age, my grandma used to give me coffee milk, it started then, I was hooked. I love coffee, the smell, the taste, the way it envelopes me and comforts me. I will never give it up, I will never switch to decaffeinated either, that is worthless, for me at least. I need the caffeine, I revel in it, it gives me comfort, I am convinced when I die and they do an autopsy they will find caffeine flowing in my veins.
Television, I am obsessed with television, I always have been, I always will be, I love it. Not reality shows, but scripted, well written, well acted television. Campy television is good as well; escapism at its best, television is one of the best inventions ever. In my opinion it is up there with the printing press, yes it is that important in my life.
The written word, I am obsessed with books, real books, written on paper, not electronic ones, those are nice as well, I have an tablet and have downloaded books, however there is no replacement for holding a book, turning the pages, it is an experience that should never be lost. With the world turning more to electronic devices I hope books do not go the way of newspapers, they are a dying form. I love the smell of the paper, the ink, everything. I love book stores, especially used book stores. There is something about them that just makes me happy.
Superheroes, I have always been obsessed with them, from the Greek mythologies to comic books, there is something about them that appeals to me. Especially the flawed ones, no one does a flawed superhero better than Stan Lee. His are exceptional, the Marvel universe is simply awe inspiring, I love them. Superman is my number one hero of all time though, I mean seriously, he is an alien who can fly and he wants to save the world. That appeals to me on many levels.
These are just a few things that never change about me, my obsessions, I many, and some change, but these do not.

Busy

So yesterday was a really great day, I got off work at 9:00 AM then off to record with Shanon, man the show turned out great, I hope you all tune in. Then it was picking up the Irishman to pick up our Christmas present we bought each other. It is a flat screen for the bedroom, I don’t know all the specifics but it looks pretty.
Then we went out to dinner with his girls, then I took his girls to get some new outfits, I noticed the youngest one was literally bursting at the seems. Not a good look on anyone, much less a nine year old, so new pants for her.
Then the rest of the evening watching my new TV, you all know how I feel about television, it is my friend, my comforter, my solace. Don’t judge, we each have our own vices, and yes I know I have many, television, coffee, chocolate and of course shoes.
Today will be filled with shopping, then Tess, cannot wait to pick that girl up from school and have an adventure. Not much to write today, in fact will probably not be back here until Christmas day, I will be very busy up until that point.
So Merry Christmas to all and to all a good day, since it is not night.

Friday Addictions

Well, here we are, Friday, my old friend, you never disappoint, you always bring hope and Starbucks. I can never be mad at you, and after next week you and I will grow even closer as I will be alone with you every week.
Yes folks, after next week I will be working Monday through Thursday, having three days off in a row. It will take some getting used to, as I am loving having the day off in the middle of the week, but I am sure I shall soon acquit myself to the new schedule.
To celebrate Friday, Tammi proclaimed it Sassy Shoe Friday, I of course had to step up to the plate and indeed wear amazing shoes. Picture is on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, I am sure you will be able to see them in one of those places. I know you are not supposed to play favorites; however, these shoes are special. Blue suede Steve Madden pumps, and yes I know it is not winter or fall even, however I could not resist, they are the sassiest shoes by far that I own.
I have my Starbucks, Peppermint Mocha with soy milk, so amazingly good, ever since Michelle convinced me to try soy, I have not gone back. It just makes the drinks richer; I love it, so creamy and good, filled with caffeine and just loveliness. Who can resist the coffee? Not me, I don’t even try, why bother, I am an addict, I admit it. No twelve step program for me, I revel in my addictions, whether it be coffee, chocolate or shoes. I am not giving up any of them! I don’t think they have rehab for those things anyway, so everyone is out of luck.
So many addictions so little time, my Grandpa always told me that Testerman’s are easily addicted to things. He warned me to never start smoking or drinking, that it was incredibly easy for us to become addicted to those things. He never said a word about chocolate or coffee, although he used to tease my Grandma about her coffee addiction. Oh, yes, I am just like my Grandmother in so many ways. I am argumentative, I believe I am always right, I believe my children and grandchildren can do no wrong, I love my coffee. Oh and I am also addicted to Hollywood gossip and romance novels, another thing she passed onto me. So there you have it, confession Friday, I do believe I shall stop at the book store on my way home and get some reading material for the weekend!

Crazy Cat Lady in Training

Well here I sit on a Saturday morning, drinking my coffee trying to decide what kind of old person I want to be. I believe we should make these decisions early in life so it doesn’t sneak up on us. I know I want to be sassy, I would like to be likable, I want to be independent and still full of wonder regarding God’s miracles in life. Large and small. I would like to wear nothing but red and purple, when I die I want to be buried in a ball gown with designer shoes. Because if I am going to be wearing something for eternity I want it to be fabulous.
At one time I wanted to be known as the crazy cat lady as that is always a fun moniker, however the thought of dying surrounded by cats is a little scary. So I do believe that is out for me, I don’t want to be the mean, scary old woman, I have seen that in one of our neighborhoods, never a good thing.
I do believe I want to be a cross between my grandma and my mom, that is a good combination. If you all decide what kind of old person you want to be let me know I am very curious about these things.
Today is filled with Tessa, me taking her to Samantha’s birthday party, I know she will have so much fun. Then trying to get out of my son what he wants to do for his birthday, it’s Wednesday, the Irishman’s is Monday, crazy month of birthdays.
I don’t think this will be a long entry, I have seriously not had enough coffee, ah coffee, the main love of my life. Elixir of the gods, life giving force, this is the Ambrosia that is talked about in Greek Mythology, don’t believe me? With it you feel as if you can conquer any task, sound familiar? With it you will live forever. Ok, you may not live forever drinking coffee however, you will go out on a buzz!