~ Home Improvement and design ~ Angel of Design

With Angel of Drama out until the New Year (at least I hope she'll be back then, if not sooner *smile*) I'm going to try and keep posting here. I might not be as exciting as she is but I shall try to think of fun things. This might not be all that fun but it's all I got....alright! So back off man! Too much pressure! *wipes brow*

I love designing a room. I love doing the space plan (which includes the floor plan) and the elevations as well as color selection.

In my last job (an indepedent contractor with a local window design place) I learned how to make custom draperies and bought expensive fabric at cheapo cheap prices (my kind of shopping.) For the past 1-1/2 years I've been making draperies. Specifically valances and....swags. I love swags. I love saying swag and hanging swags and everything about swags. I have one completed and hung next to my powder room at my entry and a second cut and pinned waiting for me to sit my arse down and sew it. I really should. Maybe next week.

Next I will be working on valances for my M. Bathroom and lastly draperies for the 4th bedroom/toy room. (temporaries, but I paid $1 a yard for $40 a yard fabric, I might as well use it, right?)

So I now can add to my bag of tricks 'drapery designer and fabricator' to my ability to brick a mailbox, open a halfwall in my entry way and put in an oak banister with spindles and finally hubby and I will finish our basement. I love home improvement. It gets me all excited. LOL. I know, I'm weird.

Christmas Decorations ~~ by Angel of Design

I love to look at other peoples Christmas decorations. I tend to think it reflects their likes and personalities. I know many people in my community are 'white light' people while I am the 'multi-colored' light person. I tend to think that Christmas is a celebration and I celebrate it with colorful things. Some people have those huge blow up snowmen or snow globes which I have to admit are better than those plastic lawn ornaments and I can enjoy looking at them while they are not my style.

I am also amazed at how many people put up blue lights. Again, nice to look at but not my style. But the house across the street has something that blew my mind away. That house is a large one and the people who lived there had to move for a better education for their son but they couldn't sell it so they now rent it out. I can't believe anyone springs that much money for a large house to simply Rent but who am I to say. Anyway, the previous occupants did nothing at Christmas (they are the people who own it) but the new occupants (the renters) went wild with decorations. All three garages have mulit-colored lights around it, white icicle lights are dangling from the gutter, there are multi colored lights around the front door, sidelights and lamppost and there are blue lights on some of the shrubs. On top of that they have two of those white light deer that move and the item that blows my mind away.

This item is one of those large blow up items, it's a chimney with a reindeer outside of it and Santa pops up and goes back in. The problem I have is that the way it's situated, facing my house, Santa is going up and down and it looks like he's 'blowing' the reindeer. I shit you not! I had to ask hubby what he thought of the item in question and within seconds he said it looked like Santa was blowing the reindeer so it wasn't just my sick mind that saw it. (It was both of our sick minds. LOL)

Regardless, I love Christmas decorations and anyone who takes the time to decorate their homes plans to celebrate the season and I'm all for that. We do have a few 'Griswald' houses in the community. Maybe I'll take a camera along some night and get a photo of them, you won't believe your eyes.

Anyway.....happy decorating!

Thanksmas

One big holiday down and one to go! But in all honesty, Thanksgiving and Christmas are just one big holiday aren't they? It's a 30+ day run of festivities, stress, cooking, cleaning, shopping, decorating, eating, over eating and basically going out of your mind. Right? I think we can all agree on that.

I mean, Christmas ads on TV and in the stores start before Thanksgiving. Then of course we have "Black Friday" the day after Thanksgiving. That is a day designed by the devil and should be completely abolished, but that's another thought for another time. So you barely get done with your turkey and green bean cassarole and you are rushing out the door to camp out in front of stores so that you can get the latest and greatest deal on Christmas gifts.

There are parties to attend, parties to host and parties to plan. So you are cooking, shopping for outfits along with the Christmas gifts and cleaning your house all the time to prepare. Not to mention cleaning your house as you hang your decorations right after Thanksgiving. "Here, put the big inflatable turkey back in the garage honey and bring out Frosty and Santa." "Wait, let me vaccuum the floor before we put the tree there. Well, I might as well vaccuum everything while I'm at it." "Ok, the tree is up, and the ornaments are on, now I guess I need to vaccuum again."

Unless you are Martha Freaking Stewart, who, incidentally, is also the devil, and you can cook and decorate like she does and have all your Christmas shopping done by September, then you will be stressed this time of year and don't tell me you aren't. Holiday stress starts somewhere around mid-November and ends after New Year's. Lets see, people stress about family get togethers. "Aunt Sara is a drunk and will probably start trying to carve the turkey with her bottle opener again." "If Grandma Alice forgets her underwear again and sits down and flashes me I'm outta there!!" "Cousin Bobby will be out of jail by next week so hide the valuables."

There is stress over money. Who doesn't lie awake at night thinking, if I skip the electric bill I can probably buy junior his train set. Who doesn't stress over maxed out credit cards and how they are going to pay the bills after the holidays are said and done?

Then of course there is the "OMG I CAN'T FIT INTO MY PARTY DRESS" stress. That is a result of the fact that you have gained 8 pounds from eating a big Thanksgiving dinner and are eating all the lovely sweets that everyone seems to be baking and sharing. It's a 30+ day festival of food and we all love it... and hate it.

Finally, we have the shopping. Dear God the shopping! Listen people... and listen good. I have two words for you that could not only save your life but just might save your sanity. Are you ready?

SHOP ONLINE!

See, how easy that was? I realize you may not be able to buy EVERY gift online but you can get many if not most. You will save yourself the public breakdowns when you drive around for an hour just to find a place to park, the anger over the rude jerks in the stores trampling you to get to a certain toy and the angst over not being able to find things on your list after traveling to 1o stores. Instead, you could sit at home and shop with your finger and never leave the house. How pleasant would the holidays be if most of us did that?! The stores wouldn't be as crowded for those of us who have to still go out for the usual life's necessities and we wouldn't hate everyone on the planet this time of year.

So, it's not really Thanksgiving and then Christmas. Nope. Society has evolved and has just run them together as one big month of cheers ... or jeers in most cases. Let us all join hands and pray that we can survive this yea'rs holiday.

Happy Thanksmas everyone.

Happy Thanksgiving!

To anyone who reads 'The Angel's Club' we would like to wish you a

Happy Thanksgiving

If you are not in the US or don't celebrate this holiday we still wish you well.

Angel of Drama and I (Angel of Design) will be busy with family and friends for the next few days. Please check back if you would like Friday or Saturday as the Angel of Design might be blog crazy. LOL. We'll see.

Have a great couple of days!

Yooooo hooooo!

I haven't seen Angel of Drama around. I hope she's alright.

I would love to post a witty and insightful post here but I'm too pooped to pop. Nighty night!

Angel of Design: Filling in the Drama

The Angel of Drama is having a very busy and hectic day. I'm missing my more humorous and insightful half here. *sniffle*

But I shall carry on. I can perservere. In light of missing the Drama half of the Angel duo I shall share with you the Angel of Design: Day of Drama.

Okay, now my kids are healthy so this drama is truly self fabricated and not so harrowing as the other Angel's day so bear with me.

I felt like a Drama Queen today. It's Friday and it has been a crazy week. My van was low on gas and the light had been on for like forever saying 'you're empty dumb ass.' But still I thought, I can wait. I drop my daughter off and go home. When it was time to pick her up I take hubby's lawn mower gas can and put some into the tank from there. Yeah. Like that will help.

So I head off. While driving I do the ever so safe and brilliant thing of checking the voicemail on my cellphone. Low and behold a message. Another order. My orders have tripled from last year which had doubled from the year before. I'm thinking..... Hmmmm I need more ovens.

Then I call hubby and I have to go across town to get my daughter with an empty tank of gas. While on the phone I get stopped at the never ending light. I sigh and say, "Oh you have GOT to be kidding me." Finally I get on the last long road to get to the preschool and head down to the underpass and traffic is backed up. WTF? It's never backed up here. Apparently I missed the BRIGHT ORANGE signs telling me they were doing road work. Pot hole filling to be exact. Why would they do this to ME? I'm on the phone with hubby giving him a play by play and doing a bang up job of being dramatic. Emmy please. Once again I utter "Oh you have GOT to be kidding me." Followed by the overly used "For the love of....."

I watch as car after car is let go by my van as I stare terrified at the needle on my tank that seems to be pulsing toward the letter "E". FINALLY they let me go but I still have to pick up my daughter and come BACK the way I came to get to the gas station.

I know I'm passing on the Drama Queen thing to my daughter because from the back seat I hear, "Come on people! WE NEED GAS!" Ahh and at the tender age of 5. What have I done.

There is something wrong when your daughter cheers, "Yeah, we didn't run out of gas!" Why I didn't get it yesterday has escaped me.

Lighter side

It has been an intense day. So to switch it up and lighten up my last post and my thought process I'm focusing on this.

My daughter pronounces the word animal..... AMINAL. In her little smurfy voice she says AMINAL. *ahhhh sigh*

Angel of Design: Insight to being short

I had something on the tip of my brain due to the discussion I was FORCED to have with my daughter on the way home from preschool today. She was obviously hurt because a friend told her that she was ‘little’. Okay, my daughter is in the 10th percentile for height. No surprise because her mom is only 60” tall…. That’s 5’-0” tall for those of you who might have difficulty converting from inches to feet. My mom is 4’-11-1/2” tall. So there you have it. We’re short. Most definitely genetic. But I'll have you know my dad is 6' tall and I have cousins who are 6'-6" and 6'-5" tall. I just got the short end of the stick, pun intended.

What I don’t understand is why it’s such a big f’ing deal to EVERYONE else in this f’ing world? Now obviously I don’t know if really tall people get picked on the same since I’m on the other end of the scale. Although I’m sure they get, “Boy you’re tall. I bet you’re good at basketball.” But I might be wrong.

Anyway, here is food for thought for when you meet someone short, petite or tiny. #1 We have feelings too. #2 Despite the F’ing study two E-NORMOUS women did that was listed on Yahoo a few months back, short people aren’t LESS INTELLEGENT! #3 We rarely notice that we are short in comparison until SOMEONE else brings it to our attention. #4 Our height doesn't make us worth any less or less important.

I had to tell my 5 year old daughter that her height is what it is and that she’s perfect, just the way she is. I told her that she is still smart, beautiful and a joy to be around. Her height is just perfect, just as she was meant to be.

When I was in 6th grade I was, believe it or not, one of the tallest kids in my class. Then 7th grade hit. I had guys leaning on me saying ‘Ang, what happened over the summer? Did you shrink?’ I had people start calling me names like ‘shorty’ or ‘short-shit’ but everyone gets called names so I ignored it. I was lucky, I had a very strong-willed mother who told me I was perfect as I was and told me if anyone else didn’t like it to kiss my rosy *insert my last name here* ass. God I love that woman. So now I tell my daughter the same thing, well not exactly in those EXACT words. Maybe when she’s older. You see, she will be my height when she is done growing so I have an idea what she will face as she grows up.

I know that she will have to use a step stool for things. I know that the things on the top shelf in grocery stores will be too high so she’ll need to step up on a shelf to get it or accept the offer of a kind stranger to reach it for you. I know that she’ll have to buy petite pants and might still have to hem them. I know that when she’s in a crowd of people she is more likely to get stepped on and not noticed. She is more like to hear, “I didn’t see you down there.” What I have the most difficulty explaining is why people find the need to make her feel her height is a BAD thing. I know I’m probably prejudiced but I think she’s gorgeous. Regardless of height, isn’t that a good thing?

I’ve ranted on this before and you might be thinking, “Why does she constantly b*tch about it if she doesn’t see it as a hindrance.” Why? Because people around me keep shoving it in my face and acting like it is a bad thing and because 5 year olds are already judging each other based on height and other inconsequential factors.

So world! Hear this! All you tall people out there. If you consider yourself a nice, worldly, caring person keep this in mind. I’m a person and I too have feelings. I was born short. There are others like me. Yep, it happens. We didn’t choose to be this height. We are who we are because our genetics have predetermined us to be short. Does that make a difference? Only if the chips are on the top shelf. Then, I need a step stool. But such is life. Otherwise, no, it doesn't matter. So stop pointing it out. Stop mentioning it. Stop noticing it! Who died and gave you the right to judge me? The tall judgemental fairy?

And remember one last thought. My mom has always told me this and I LOVE IT…..

GOOD THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES. That’s me. A small package. That’s my daughter. A small package, and she’s spectacular! She is the sweetest and most pleasant child. She always has a kind word and a smile for everyone. She’s the one who says to other little girls, “Oh my. You look so beautiful today.” She is the child who smiles and says, “Have a nice day.” She says “pleased to meet you” and takes every opportunity to spread happiness. So when someone upsets her or brings a tear to her almond shaped eyes I get angry, very very angry.

In the end I certainly hope I passed the pleasant and happy demeanor on to her, since she is short because of me. Perhaps it will even out in the end. I also hope I passed on to her the inner strength my mom (who happens to be short too) passed on to me too. If I did, she’ll be fine. I already think she's perfect.

Angel of Drama on: Becoming a Drama Queen

If your lifelong dream was to become a drama queen then look no further! I am here to help!

If you follow these 10 easy steps then you too can become the Queen of Drama just like you have always dreamed of.

How to be a drama queen in 10 easy steps:

1. If you fall off of a horse then lay in the dirt whining in agony and declare that you might be paralyzed. Then when you realize your back isn't broken and you are actually moving, beat your step-brothers ass for laughing at you.

2. If you have a mosquito bite on your hand and it is a bit swollen keep pointing it out to people and marvel that you are astonished a mosquito bite could swell up SO much.

3. If you have a headache, walk around the house constantly rubbing your head and moaning. That way no one can mistake that you have a headache. I mean, without doing that how would they know? Right?

4. If your dog gets into the trash again and spreads it over your entire kitchen floor and you come home to find the mess then first stand there with your mouth gaping open for at least 30 seconds. Then stomp into the other room swearing obscenities and asking "why why why?" over and over. Then finally, go back into the kitchen, stare at the mess a little longer and drop to your knees in tears. Just cleaning the mess up is too easy, you have to add the dramatic effect in order to work the situation properly.

5. If you are sick with an upset stomach then laying in bed rolling back and forth, clutching your stomach and moaning is the best thing to do.

6. If someone does something to you in traffic then you must go on and on about what they did and act completely astonished at their stupidity and rudeness. I recommend going on for at least 15 minutes or 10 miles, which ever comes first. Shake your head and say things "I just cannot believe it" over and over.

7. Overanalyze everything. That in itself provides hours and hours of satisfactory drama.

8. If a bee is chasing you then you must run away screaming and saying things like "stop following me!" "leave me alone you retchid bee!". However, if you are hiking on a mountain trail, try not to push your friends over the side as you run back down the trail screaming. Injury or death could result.

9. If someone asks you how your day is going and it happens to be a bad day for you, sigh loudly, shake your head and say something like "oh, it could be better" and then go on and on about how the kids are brats today, nothing is going right for you, bills are a mile high and you have a major headache coming on. (See number #3 for proper dramatic headache illustration).

10. And finally, if you see a large bug of any kind, say a 2-inch cockaroach, on your wall at night, wale in horror, run away like mad, close the door to the room you are in and roll up a towel and shove it under the door so that the bug doesn't hone it's radar in on your exact location and attempt to crawl under the door. Then, roll yourself up into a fetal position on the bed or floor and cry. This could possibly make the roach feel bad for you and he might vacate the premises.

And there you have, 10 easy steps to becoming a world class drama queen.

Irksome commercials

I was pondering deep thoughts last night and today in the car as I was driving all alone. It’s amazing how the voice in my head sounds so much louder without screaming monkeys around. Did you know that monkeys scream? Well they do, and it’s quite disruptive. Anyway, during this monkey free stream of consciousness I began to think about commercials. Specifically BAD commercials. We’ve all seen them, locally made commercials for locally owned Ma and Pa Generic X business. Fuzzy images, bad costumes, not even remotely funny premise.

Then my happy unencumbered brain slid into BAD radio commercials. Those are worse. I don’t know if it’s because the creators figure you can’t see them so they can’t make asses out of themselves? I don’t know. I just heard two in the last 24 hours. They aren’t the worst ones I’ve heard but they got my picky brain a movin’. They played with words and I’m a stickler for wording.

One commercial for a local car dealership (a noted frequent offender for BAD commercials of any kind) boasted their Suzuki’s. The line that got me was “you may not be a celebrity but you can drive like one.” WTF? I mean really. What the hell did that mean? It was very vague. I suppose they were implying that you would feel soooooo important in your new Suzuki vehicle, right? But my mind went all over the place. For instance: Would that mean that I would drive like a freakin’ maniac and when the cops pulled me over I would tell them “it’s the damned paparazzi again! They won’t leave me alone!” and I’d sign an autograph for Mr. Star Struck officer and be let go?

Or maybe they mean that I would think that since I was a celebrity I could drive while holding my infant child, no car seat, nothing because I would have some rarely known celebrity force field that would that would keep my child safe?

I mean really!?

The other commercial that got me was a local carpet installer. Yet another offender. They boasted that if you have your carpet installed soon (can’t remember the dead line) that you would get a free genuine turkey. See the offending word? Genuine! Genuine? So my mind is awhirlin’. Is there a concern that someone would get a Goose in a turkey costume? A poser? No…. you get a genuine turkey. Or do you run the risk of getting a real turkey only it isn’t the bald, headless, legless variety that I’m familiar with from my local grocery store, ready for basting, it’s really a live, running around turkey. Would you be swearing as they drive away as the bird pecks holes in your hardwood floor?

These commercials irk me and peck at my intense need to have the wording just right. Call it semantics. Angel of design...peace out! :D

A neglected topic

In today's world there are so many things to worry about. Terrorism, war, kidnappings, tainted spinich and so much more. It is a wonder we can drag ourselves out of bed and even more so, to actually leave the house.

But there is one subject that gets no press, no airtime and no discussion. It's so important and yet no one really cares. So, I see it fit to finally bring it to light. It's time we recognize, acknowledge and learn.

Toilet paper rolls: Over or Under!

The country seems to be split on this topic. You have your right wing conservatives that feel it should be under, at all times no exceptions. Then you have the liberals who feel over is best but only if it meets the needs of the entire household.

I tend to lean towards the liberal side of the issue. Over works the best in this house and creates a much cleaner and easier tear than underneath does. My SIL and BIL however are the right wing "under" believers and feel it necessary to come into our home, use our facilities and correct the issue. It is only after they leave that we find our toilet paper roll reversed to roll under. However, we take pleasure in correcting the rolls in their home as well so that they roll over the top. It's an ongoing battle.

This issue needs front page press people! Don't you all realize the world would be a cleaner and better place if you would all place the rolls of toilet paper so that they roll OVER instead of under? It's easier to tear, you would use less tissue and in turn, maybe save some trees? Do you see how important this issue is now?

Please understand the importance of this topic and learn from it. Don't let the right wing conservatives bully you into believing that under is best. Study, educate yourselves and make an informed intelligent decision for yourselves. Over is best. End of story.

Angel of Design: Semantics and smart asses

Okay, I have a quirky sense of humor. I find the cell phone commercial where the guy tells the other guy his phone comes with an anti-theft device funny. You know the one? Where he then tells the guy to try and take his phone but when he does the guy with the phone beams him with it in the head. Yes, I laugh my ass off at that. That’s sick right? I’m weird for finding that funny right? Or am I in the majority and that’s why they make those commercials? I don't know. But I find disturbing commercials entertaining. Yep, we’ll call it quirky.

I also have a sarcastic way about me. I can hear you now...."Noooooooo, not you?" To you I say "absaposilutely." Some people have even told me I’m a smart ass. ("Nooooooo not you, Angel of Design. Surely you must be joking." "I'm not joking and stop calling me Shirley." Sorry, quirky moment.) But I’ve come to realize that being quirky, sarcastic and a smart ass isn’t all a bad thing.

Sure, you know you tend to have more than your fair share of sarcastic moments when your now six year old son understands what sarcasm means by age four and has since used it often. He even says “I was being sarcastic.” I have either well equipped him in life or have messed him up already, at such a tender age. His ability to grasp sarcasm even shocked my dad, who claimed that he didn’t fully understand what sarcasm was until he was in his 30’s. Either my son is waaaaaaay ahead of the game or my dad was waaaaaaaay behind. Perhaps a little of both? I dunno.

So I am setting my kids up to have a quirky sense of humor. Yes, but they love to laugh so props to me regardless.

But I realize now that my children, including your 5 year old daughter, have been exposed to the fine art of semantics, on top of it all. That’s sooooooo bad. In my defense that isn’t just my fault, it’s hubby’s also. I know I’m in trouble when I said to my five year old daughter "grab your blue pants,” and she replies, “Mommy. They’re blue sweat pants.” Sweat pants, whatever, they’re still pants. Arrrgh! Wait, I do the same thing. Spliting hairs. I do that! Dear God!

That’s how my house is. We split hairs. We argue it down to the finite point. If you aren’t specific then there’s wiggle room in the argument or discussion. So my young children have learned that early in life and for that I know I’m in trouble when they’re teenagers. Shit! How do I undo that? Nope, can't. What's done is done.

The other thing I realized is that I might not mind being called a smart ass because I know it’s just my quirky and sarcastic sense of humor that gets me tagged that. I have also noticed that when people say that they’re usually laughing so I’m obviously at least mildly amusing. In the end they are sure to expect the same reply each time they call me a smart ass, “It’s better than being a dumb ass.” You see. Quirky, smart ass, semantics.

I had some of those qualities when I met hubby. Then I made the brilliant decision to send him off to get his juris doctorate and PAID to fine tune his skills. He brought that home. That changed the tone of arguing forever, that changed the way we joke, that changed even the way we discuss things.

One day I was talking to my father on the phone. God love him. I was asking him a simple question. We had just changed our phone service to our cable company (does that make sense? No? Well we did so end of discussion) and they had done so a week earlier. I was trying to get to our account on line but my cable username and password didn’t work so I thought, “Hmmm, I wonder if the louse that came instead of the guy I was supposed to have needed to give me a new username and password but didn’t.” So I called my dad to see if he had received a username and password from his serviceman. 10 minutes later I said, “Yes dad, but that wasn’t my question. My question was…..” You see my dad tends to meander in a conversation. After hanging up the phone hubby was laughing. Why? I didn’t know. I thought it was from the deep sigh I had expelled and the frustrated confused look on my face. It wasn't. What I found out was he was laughing because he said I’ve been around him too long, that I was talking like a lawyer. He said I sounded like I was cross examining my dad. *sigh* What the hell do I do now? So here I am… a quirky, smart ass who apparently now has been properly trained in the fine art of arguing. Everyone is going to hate me. *double sigh*

Okay. There you have it in a nut shell. I should put a sign up in my house “debate/argue at your own risk. Smart asses live here.”

This has been the rambling thoughts of a quirky woman with a 10 day long headache. Thank you and peace out!

Angel of Drama's take on: Selfishness

It was brought to my attention this weekend that I have, once again, reared my ugly selfish side. This is nothing I haven't heard before. Growing up, my father used to call me a "selfish little bitch" all the time. (Refer to the "My Father" series of posts on my other blog for those crazy details.)

Since my selfish side has resurfaced, a series of thoughts has entered my mind. Being a born and bred, red-blooded American, I can't take the blame for my own selfishness. That would be outrageous! I mean, it couldn't possibly be my fault that I am self-centered and narcissistic! So, I started thinking of who to blame.

My parents? Hm, no, not really. They were decent caring people who always put others first.

My friends? Well, possibly but there are bigger fish to blame.

Society? AH-HA! YES! That is it! Society! Who else could it be? I mean, they influence everything!

I got to thinking how society effects my selfishness, and therefore, the selfishness of many women in this country.

Mother's of boys will definitely notice this fact above anyone. Have you ever tried to go shopping for boys clothes and shoes? When you walk into a store, what is the first thing you notice? Typically, the first things you will see are the purse section, a plethora of young girls clothes or womens clothes, accessories, jewlery and shoes. You have to fight your way through those departments like a jungle man with a machete! Then, there you see it, way in the back, a small 10ft by 10ft section of boys clothes, shoes, underwear and coats all in one cramped little area. Everything is blue, brown or black and it's rather depressing.

How about those catalogues we get in the mail. ONE DAY SALE AT X-Department store! 12-Hour Shoe Spectacular! Flip through those pages and what do you see? Pages upon pages of women's shoes, purses, fabulous v-neck sweaters, beautiful jewlery, black knee high boots that we have been dying to buy and there, way in the back of the catalogue is a one page section with some men's pants, shoes and boys clothes. One page? That is all the men get?

I realize that men's clothing choices are limited to just pants and shirts. I mean they can't wear capris and skirts. Ok, well, I mean REAL men can't wear those things. Women have many more options when it comes to clothing. But does that mean they should only get one page out of a 30 page catalogue?

Now, lets talk about television. When those commercials come on in the middle of our favorite reality shows and CSI episodes, what do you see? I'll tell you what you see. You will see a commercial for X-brand beer and "male enhancement". Then there will be 30 other commercials about femine products, the one day sales at X-department store, the latest and greatest in hair care and lipstick and of course the ever coveted half-naked models selling us lingerie that would never even look good on our 19 year old bodies of years past.

So, you see ladies, WE are not selfish. We, instead, are pre-programmed and hard-wired by capitolistic America and the influencial society guru's to automatically think of ourselves. I mean, if you dangle a carrot in front of Bugs Bunny, is he really doing to say...."Ahhhhh, no thanks?" HELL NO! He'll say "What's up doc, GIMME!". So why would we be any different! When society is dangling that proverbial carrot in front of our faces day in and day out we have no choice but to say "I WANT! I WANT!".

There you have it. Neither genetics, parents nor friends is to blame for your selfishness. It's all society's fault. Until society changes, we can't change. So don't even try. But once in a while I do suggest simply buying your husbands a shirt, a DVD, their favorite candy bar or something, just to let them know we are thinking of them, if only for a brief minute.

One fine day...

I was just going about my business when fate smacked me in the head! I received a comment on my blog from a girl named Angel. For a moment I thought, did I comment on my own blog and change my display name back to my real name? I clicked on the name and found a blog by another girl named Angel. At this point she didn't even realize that was my real name! My display name is dramamama so she probably thought my parents were just cruel or into ryhming names when I was born.

I read her blog and realized that I had fallen into some paradox universe of stay at home moms finding other moms with the same name, same interests, same life events.

So here we are. Angel and Angel. She is the Angel of Design while I'm the Angel of Drama. Together we are going to fight grime, stains, tantrums and tame the wild husbands. She will use her super human decor powers while I simply dramatize it all and make it sound 10 times worse than it really is. Those are our gifts. This is story.

The start of a new thang...

A blog for people named 'Angel'. It happened one day when I stumbled into a blog and laughed. She made me laugh. Then she went and looked at my blog. We were freaked. Not only did we sound like similar people, we were both named 'Angel'. Mine is Angela, hers is Angelina. So I said one day on her blog, lets start a club for people named Angel, an Angel club.

She said, "I'm diggin' the idea." I hope she realizes I was serious, because......wahhhhlah! Here it is.

If there are any other people named Angel perusing the blog....say hi! Pull up a chair and stay awhile. Or, visit. As often as you wish! We are girl-next-door funny, stuck at home burried in laundry, dishes and kiddies. But we have a sense of humor, or are we losing our minds? You be the judge. LOL