Nice to Meet You

Six weeks. This precious little baby is six weeks old.
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This is one of her newborn photographs that I am (still!) working on. Why? Why? Why?

Why can’t there be enough hours in the day for all I want to do? Why do I have to get soooo distracted by dogs, walks, the store, TV, my husband, zumba class and workworkworkworkwork?

I mean those are not allll my excuses. At first, I couldn’t choose which photos I liked best and wanted to edit. Then…..I thought…..might as well wait to post any until the announcements go out. Well, guess what? I mailed the announcements today!

Accomplishments – 1. Excuses – 0.

© Angelia's Photography

But honestly, look at this face. This itty bitty witty face. I get absolutely zero editing done when I get to visit with her. The dogs are completely ignored. I almost forget to eat, because I can’t put her down. Can’t! The other grandparents think I spoil her to death and I do. I fully admit it. I am powerless.

So I put off editing to hold her. To look at her. And to wonder how she is even possibly my grandbaby. Then I pinch myself.

This weekend I enjoyed a slew of baby Averey time. More than 24 hours since Brandon and Sydney let her overnight with me. A weekend with Grammy! I loved it so. I had to stock up on Averey time since I will be traveling to Milwaukee next week. It’s quite possible a WHOLE week or more will go by before I see her again (cry!). I hope she doesn’t change too much.

© Angelia's Photography

As for my lovely blog. It’s not near over. I completed an upgrade today and will be posting more. Truth is, I want to post all the time. About her. About life. About everything. But a thought turns into a day, a day turns into a week, and the next thing I know….six weeks have passed.

Finally, I understand how being a grandparent ages you so quickly.

But, I didn’t just want to post about Averey and how happy I am to meet her and her to meet me. I also wanted you to meet a dear blogger friend of mine.

We go way back in blogspast and she is doing a meet the blogger series. I am her second blogger featured. Me! On her blog (of course, I had to share!). I am sooooo very honored. Especially since I have been such a crappy blogger of late.

Please pop over and give her a shout out from me. She is a talented Mom, photographer, videographer, business owner, and shopper – Jean at Jean Has Been Shopping. She does it all. Go meet her and meet me. Uhhh, again.Heh.

Ice Ice Baby – TOO COLD

I am being featured over at The Red Dress Club today (Feb. 2nd). Be sure to click over and read my interview. I tell you what animal my husband most resembles (snicker). In all seriousness, they are well worth the click. All my fiction writing has been inspired by these wonderful women and the writers that take part. This is an incredible site to grow your love of writing and have a lot of supporters offering feedback. So big thanks to them!

Icy steps

These are the steps at our house.

You see…..nothing has melted. Our lovely temperature high was 17. The low 10. Windchill somewhere around zero. Let me just assure you, I have NEVER been this cold in my LIFE. We don’t have a fence. So, when the dogs go out, I have to make sure they don’t run away supervise them. I think I mentioned yesterday, they LOVE the snow/ice and go out often.

I can’t take it.

My fingers freeze within about five minutes (with gloves on). I am a wimp.

I told her not to go there and guess what? She slipped!

I’ll admit. The good folks of North Central Texas are weak. We are soft. Our blood is very thin. We break out the big coats when it hits 50 degrees. Seriously!

It is day three of ICE. It is not going anywhere tomorrow either.

WE ARE FREEZING!!

Ice, Ice baby – too cold, too cold.

On a happier note, Sydney and Jason spotted a beautiful cardinal out the window. I didn’t see it. I repeat: I didn’t see it! After much yelling and carrying on about WHERE this cardinal was and I still didn’t see it. The camera was snatched from my grasp by The Teen. In my SHOCK (yes it was the new one), she pointed and shot through the window to show me the cardinal. I finally SAW IT! Then I cropped the pic and added an edit. It sure is a welcome splash of color in this dreary land of ICE.

I am breaking out of this joint tomorrow. The walls are closing in. My mind is going flat and I am sick of TV. I can’t even do anything productive because I just sit and try to stay warm leaving me thoughtless. I admitted I’m weak!

Yes, every Packer and Steeler fan are entertained by our “little storm” in Texas. Shaking their heads and giving us a “there, there now”. We are pitiful. I know.

All schools are canceled tomorrow. The wrath of the Snowpocalypse and the great freeze of Superbowl town continues.

An Unexpected Encounter

She stood at the bin squeezing the avocados. One by one; squeeze, handle, and replace. Her fingers moved from one to the next quickly, she furrowed her brow in concentration. The little lines above her nose wrinkled in a twist. She was looking for a ripe one, and she really had no idea how hard, or soft it was supposed to be – hence the disturbance of her features.

I boasted a little knowing every expression, every concern, and every move about her. She was my ex after all. The love of my life. We were together six years, but I hadn’t seen her in several. She looked older, a little more worn, and mature. Her hair was darker underneath with blond streaks dispersed throughout the top. She had gained some weight, but then again, she was too thin the last time I’d seen her. She looked good.

The punch of sorrow to my gut surprised me, because I realized, I still missed her. She was still my one and only. The rawness of our dissolution opened like an old wound. I felt my eczema flare up and burn. My heart thumped wildly. Then, the anger began broiling up (as it always did). I pressed back the floodgates of memories and looked at her again. My heart softening once more.

She had a plastic vegetable sack holding one avocado by this point. She was still digging through the selection. A sliver of hair freed its self from behind her ear and fell across her hazel eye and cheek. She didn’t bother to tuck it back. It swung softly over her eyelashes as she moved from one side of the bin to the other – searching as she stepped and leaned forward.

She finally pulled her hand up to tuck the stray away. That’s when I noticed the ring. A wedding ring. Platinum and sparkling, it flashed in my face. It flashed me back. It illuminated the storm inside. The anger, pain, and memories bubbled over. I clenched my fist, and grit my teeth. Burning as the floodgates opened wide.

I saw her – staring at me from inside her car. The garage door hung by one hinge, the rest of it crumpled by my explosion of fury when I saw all the furniture removed from the house. Everything gone in the two hours I had left to go to the store. The flurry of activity, her friends, and co-workers standing by, eyes boring into my skin like leaches, like I was a leach. How dare they.

The rage was a towering inferno and I glared at her. My eyes piercing and dark. Not once did I look away as she pulled from the driveway. I wanted that to be her last vision of me. To know how much I despised, and hated her for leaving me hanging like the garage door; crumpled and broken.

In an instance, it all came back, filling the emptiness of my soul with outrage. I wanted to let my temper take over. I wanted to rankle her fluid life. Stun her when I appeared, to remind her of what she did to me. I seethed, the ever present heat inside, as it was back in those days. The softness for her – gone.

As much as I wanted to face her, to look her in the eye, and see her fear of me. See the pain of me. I couldn’t move from my place of voyeurism. She had moved on (of course she had). I debated following her, finding out where she lived, and what he looked like. I wanted to quell the ignited blaze. Maybe knowing was my extinguisher. Was that stalking? Jesus, what was I doing?

With a last glance, I backed behind the shelves, expelling a rush of air too full for my chest. Turning down the aisle, I stepped hard toward the exit.


Write a short piece of fiction about seeing an ex in the grocery store from the first person point-of-view. Instead of writing from the female perspective, we want you to write from the male perspective.

This is my first effort at fiction since last year. It might be a little rough, but I needed the practice. I hope you enjoyed.

I am also being featured over at The Scoop on Poop today. If it’s not up yet, you can keep checking back. I’ll be there today and tomorrow. Click on the link or picture. Happy Friday!

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SITS BLITZ!

Yeah! O’ happy day!

I am the featured blogger for SITS! In honor of my special day, I updated my about me tab.

Thank you for coming. I really, really appreciate it. Please have a snack, a smile, then a nice look around. Mi casa es su casa.

I am a corporate travel agent living just outside of Fort Worth, Texas. I have a sixteen year old daughter named Sydney. A super great guy named Jason and his two adorable little girls that come with the package.

My blog is just me, my life, my lessons, my stories. I’ve been dubbed by a few by as The Hallmark Writer. I guess what that means is…….I write what’s on my heart. Sometimes it’s emotional, sometimes humorous, but always earnest and true.

It was extremely hard to pick three posts that would represent my blog. Some I picked based on the past popularity of the post. It is my hope you enjoy them just as much.

The concert that changed my life and made the wordpress homepage for a day I’m a Creep. I’m a Weirdo. Radiohead anyone? Be sure and catch the ending.

Among my greatest joys in life is my daughter, in this post I pass on a card poem that my mom gave to me. May the words bring her direction as she veers into the wide world of adulthood. My Wishes for You.

This post I wrote with the down and out in my mind – everyone should feel treasured, no matter where they are in their life, no matter what they look like, or where they come from. My hope and prayer is that you read this with that openness in mind. When I see a woman.

I swore I would not link more than three posts since we all have super busy lives so please just ignore, What I’ve Learned about Blogging, unless you are curious.

Stop by SITS and meet other bloggy friends who support and uplift each other in the blog community, that’s the secret in the sauce my friends. It’s a great place.

We are SILLY HAPPY you came by!

Have a great day everyone!