Angel Wheeler

Life

  • Emotions.

    The first time I watched the movie Raising Arizona, I couldn’t believe how stupid it was.  But, in its defense, I didn’t really watch it.  I busied myself with other things, catching snippets here and there while my husband sat in his chair giggling his little butt off at, in my opinion, bad actors. At… Read more

  • A New Body

    It made many trips down I-40 from Tahlequah to Pampa.  It rode in the passenger seat of a red dodge pickup and when that vehicle wore out, a yellow Chevy pickup.  When he died, it rode in the back of my vehicle one last time along with the potted plants sent with condolences and a… Read more

  • My dream

    Upcoming monumental events cause me a bit of angst, anxiety, and apprehension.  For example, each August I methodically prepare to meet a new group of second graders.  I hang posters, write out name tags, copy wonderfully engaging papers, plan ice breaking activities, and decorate my classroom door all in eager anticipation.  It seems that no matter… Read more

  • Change and Creation—my year in review

    I’m three days late, but I wanted to take some time and reflect on the year 2011. It’s long gone now,  but still deserves some time of remembrance. Any blogger worth their weight in blogging ability has already accomplished this feat, however, it’s me we’re talking about here. I began this post a couple of… 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

  • In Memory of My Dad #36–relatives

    I’m so glad to have discovered a story from my dad to share with you today.  Months ago, my sister sent via her husband, a large canvas box filled with Tahlequah Times Journal newspapers from the years my dad worked there.  I thought I had shared all the “stories” and was left with sports articles of… Read more

  • Blessings

    I have a hot drink, a quiet house, and a long to-do list, but I’m going to sit a minute and write.  I miss blogging.  If I had my ‘druthers, I’d stay home, write everyday, and make preserves; or some other similar lost art.  It sounds idyllic, but I’m sure it would get old after a… Read more

  • 50 Rules for Dads of Daughters

    My friend Suzanne sent me a link. Actually she sent it for me to share with J-Dub. I shared it, and then I read it myself. I loved it.  I cried.  But I’m a bit emotional these days with my little girl on the way.  I couldn’t help but think of her and her daddy. … Read more

  • Good News!

    I’m on top of the world.  I’m just on top of this beautiful, dadgum world.  It’s as if scales have fallen from my eyes and I see things in a new light.  In case you haven’t been following my life, first off, I’m pregnant.  With my first child.  At age 36.  With this came a… Read more

  • Baby

    There comes a time in a blogger’s life, when she must decide if something is too personal to share.  It’s easy to share chicken stories and recipes, possum deaths, and classroom funnies, but not so easy to tell others when you’re falling apart.  Not for me anyway.  There is an occurrence in my life and something… Read more