Angel Wheeler

holidays

  • Anticipating Christmas Morning

    It’s the dead, dark middle of the night.  I lay here wide awake in eager anticipation of the morning.  The house is slumbering, the only sounds are the ticking of the clocks and the occasional roar of the heater coming on.  Visions of sugar plums, I imagine, are floating.  J-Dub just went to bed a… Read more

  • Home is where your purple chair is

    I’m home! I almost titled this post Home, Shit, Home.  A name my husband called one of our former residences, but I would be lying.  It is Home, Sweet, Home to the max.  Yes, I just reverted to my high school era.   It happens. After being gone for 11 days over the holidays, I… Read more

  • Chopping Down the Tree

    I’ve talked about it before, about this imaginary world inside my head.  Fantopia, it’s called.  It’s a fantasy utopia where my life is perfect.  It’s a nice place, until I try to merge Fantopia with Reality, then it’s just depressing. Case in point:  Since we moved to the mountains, we thought it would be a… Read more

  • Christmas Morning

          I don’t know how your family does it, but my family tears it up, literally. There is no designated “Santa” to pass out gifts.  We don’t sit patiently taking turns watching others open gifts.  It’s pretty much a free for all! It is loud.  Paper is tearing, boxes are tossed across the… Read more

  • Stress? Why yes, I’ll have another.

    My blog has been rather quiet lately and I hate that, but that’s because right now I am literally up to my eyeballs in moving boxes. I had this great idea to start the process of packing early, uncluttering, and only taking the essentials.  And it seems that has dragged this whole shindig out way too… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #37—the bear and the bob

    Merry Christmas Eve, friends.  I hope this evening finds you all blessed with love and family.  It’s been a while since I’ve blogged, due to several reasons that I won’t bore you with, but hopefully you aren’t holding it against me.  I’ve had my supper consisting of grilled cheese, sweet pickles, and Classic Lays potato chips, which… Read more

  • Hoppy Easter!

    ******************** This is a truly touching story–perfect for Easter–about two brothers who were separated at birth. It’s the story of one brother’s search for the other. It’s a story of life and death. And it has a cruel twist of fate. Still, it is certain to stir your heart and touch your soul. . . .… Read more