Share Your World: Week 40

On September 27, 2012 By AngeliaIn Life is what you make it.30 Comments

Well…I’m late getting to this, but it is not for lack of trying. I have been trying to post this blog since TUESDAY. It’s been a work in progress, no more than ten minutes at a time snatched here and there. Because of work, work dinners, work, and MORE work. This is corporate travels busiest time of year. I think it always takes us by surprise. The AA pilots (I’m talking to you!! Yes YOU pilots!) are NOT helping. In fact, it is adding extra people (like me) to work in Emergency services and LOTS of unhappy people trying to get somewhere on AA. Not to mention the rest of the peoples bailing off AA to actually get somewhere. Which makes me wonder how smart these pilots think they are? If no one flies AA, won’t they be out of a J-O-B? But, I digress….

Cee’s Life Photography Blog is kind enough to share her world, and she asks that other share theirs. I don’t know about you. But I think that is a marvelous way to connect with each other.

Here are the four questions and answers for the week (finally!).

1. Where did you live at age five?

At age five (pic below), I lived in Ada, Oklahoma off Howard Street. And apparently, for my birthday, I got a big wheel.

How awesome is that?

A few facts about Ada.

The Innocent Man

2. What five things in life would you like to get paid for but would choose to do even if you have to pay to do them? (submitted by Reinventing the We’ll)

Photographer Angelia Sims — Photo by Lora Phillips

Take photos….

Preferably nature Photography and landscapes.

Visit the beach as much as I can possibly afford to. Oh yes….yes, yes, yes.

Laundry. Someone had to say it. What is the good life without clean undies? If I got PAID to do laundry, can you imagine how rich I’d be? Of course, paying for laundry is a must whether it’s buying a washer and dryer, or visiting the laundromat. Just being reals……

Coffee. I could get paid to have coffee. I could sit in Starbucks all day, or at home, or on the beach.

I can drink coffee here or there.
I can drink coffee anywhere.
But I have to have milk to put in it.

So I guess I’d need a fridge, or a cooler. And of course….I BUY coffee now. I afford this ~~luxury~~ ~~necessity~~ so I don’t kill anyone.

Travel. Plane, train, or boat. I don’t care. I just like to go. And do. And be somewhere. Free travel would be great (and sometimes I get that), but I would pay. No doubt about it.

Watch sunsets. That would be a steady income I could enjoy. But I would pay for it, if I had to….Thankfully the most beautiful things in life are free.

3. Describe yourself in a word that starts with the first letter of your name. (submitted by teedeevee)

Amicable.

4. “What do you have to be so happy about?” (submitted by Caddo Veil)

My Family.

My Faith.

My Heart. My strength. My will.

That my journey is just beginning…

Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.

– Sir Winston Churchill

Share Your World – Week 39

On September 18, 2012September 18, 2012 By AngeliaIn Life on the Box11 Comments

I am linking up with Cee’s Life Photography this week for a little Share Your World.

Here are the questions for the week.

Crunchy Peanut Butter or Smooth?

I will take smooth over crunchy any day.

There is something about that creamy dreamy spread that is just scrumptious. I would say lip-smacking, but you know it always seems like the peanut buttery smack gets stuck to the roof of my mouth. Heh.

Is there a job you interviewed for and didn’t get that would have totally changed your life as it is now? Please explain.

In 1990, I made the cut from over 500 qualified personnel to one of about ten people hired from a mass job fair in Houston, Texas as an Eastern Airlines flight attendant. Yeah. Shocked me too. Me, all of eighteen years old, with zero experience. Maybe, I was just young enough to be trained well.

Coffee?

Peanuts?

As much as flying the friendly skies was a dream come true. It did not happen after all. The Eastern Flight attendants went off strike and all the new hires were put on a waiting list – like forever. Then, Eastern went bankrupt. Yay, me.

It’s hard for me to imagine that life. A flight attendant living in New York. Wow.

I became a travel agent instead since all the other airlines only hired 21-year olds, and I had to find something travel related until I came of age.

Guess what I still am?

What’s the most interesting “Ice Breaker” Question you have ever been asked? (This one is selfish, I’m always looking for more questions.)

Ohhhh! I have a good one for this. I am so terrible at really interesting questions. I bought a book.

I thought it might help me stray away from the….Where are you from? How many siblings? Where did you go to school?

Well…..not so much. Come to find out, I love the boring questions, but this is a great book!

Just for fun, I turned to a random page, and this is what I got.

If you could be invisible for a day, what would you do?

Oh yeah, this book is loaded with stuff like that.

If you had the choice between an RV, a sports car, an SUV, or a bicycle, which would you choose and why?

That’s easy. I’ll take an RV, and one that is not too big. I want to be able to get up in the mountains to those really cool parks only smaller type vehicles can get to. Explore with no limits.

But mostly, I want to travel Highway 1, up and down the coast of California. I am kinda sorta (ALOT) in love with the view.

Wouldn’t you be?

All photos by © Angelia’s iPhone Photography

Zombie Dreams in the Unapocalypse

On May 23, 2011May 23, 2011 By AngeliaIn Home Invasion, Mon Dieu! and all that stuff.30 Comments

I have two recurring dreams.

Zombies and Aliens.

I blame my parents divorce and weekend’s at Dad’s when I was too little to watch horror movies. He loved horror flicks. Almost as much as he loved staying up late, and eating Tony’s pizza smothered in mozzarella.

I grew to love them too. Then, I got old and didn’t like being scared in a movie anymore. Give me a chick flick any day and yet….I still dream in horror? Maybe, I still have a hidden love for it? Is that inherited?

Normally my standard Zombie Dream involves a race to the “safe” place which happens to be a graveyard on a hill. Yeah. I don’t get the logic either. I don’t why it is holy ground, but it is. Ha. My Dad had quite the sense of humor too. And maybe that is from him.

This Zombie Dream was a little different. You either got sick with the flu and that’s it, or you got sick with the flu, and turned into a brain-eating Zombie.

In my dream, I saw many family members rushing to be at the side of their sick child or spouse and I wanted to say, “Noooooo! Don’t do it! You are going to be a Zombie!”

But in the end, I wondered………if one my family got sick with the Zombie Flu……..wouldn’t I be there? Or would I run away and save myself?

Maybe this wasn’t my typical run-for-your-life Zombie Dream. Maybe this one had depth. The meaning of life and family embedded into the flesh of it. It had brains (heh!).

I awoke before finding a safe place. I awoke before the world ended. I awoke before my family was infected and I had to make that decision.

My only explanation for this dream is dealing with the after-math of injuries from the Jeep wreck. It’s been three weeks and the injuries are healing, but the wounds are still fresh in my mind.

Not to mention, I had the most traumatic encounter to date earlier in the week. Here is how it happened………

I woke up. I let the dogs out of their crates. I went to the bedroom door and opened it. The dogs (as they always do) raced ahead to the living room. We have a routine of potty time, then breakfast time, and they get soo, soo, soo very excited about that. Normally, Sydney is getting ready in the bathroom and I wave at her as I walk by the doorway in the hall.

Except, this time, when I waved I felt something under my foot (my bare foot).

It didn’t feel right.

I looked down as it’s head came up and it’s eyes bulged out (because I was stepping on it).

Stepping on a snake – IN THE HALLWAY – of my house! Inside. My house. My safe place. Ahhhhhhhhh!

I really didn’t scream. I just kinda choked and I ran. I left my teen daughter in the bathroom where the snake was headed.

I took the dogs outside, trying to shake the utter terror out of my sight. But I couldn’t (still can’t). When I got back in the house, Sydney was safe in the living room (phew!). The snake was safe(?) in the bathroom. I took one look and knew I couldn’t handle it. I know it’s not that big and all, but still, it can jump.

I had to wake up my injured husband – who is terrified of snakes. Probably more than me, which makes me really glad I stepped on it and not him (sorta).

At that point it was by the tub. Of course I took pictures ~~for my blog~~ to remember this event.

Not only did I survive the apocalypse of 2011, but I survived stepping on a snake in my house.

No wonder I have Zombie Dreams.

To date, I am a paranoid walker. I don’t step anywhere without looking……..I carry a flashlight (my iPhone) at all times, because I don’t want to cross paths with this again ~shudder~.

Jason put our reptile house mate back in the yard…..in hopes it would find another home….hopefully?…it did…..to be continued.

SITS BLITZ!

On May 26, 2010May 26, 2010 By AngeliaIn The Secret is in the Sauce, Wee Wee Wee all the way home!235 Comments

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.