Angel Wheeler

Life

  • In Memory of My Dad #11

    Every Saturday I share a story written by my dad while he wrote commentaries for his local newspaper in Northeastern Oklahoma, a.k.a. Green Country.  I saw him at a local discount store making his way between the kitchen products and the greeting cards.  I was there picking up a birthday card for my sister, and… Read more

  • UP

    Remember when Freedom was just a baby, trying to fly out of the box? Now here she is perched on my foot, while my leg is crossed. But that’s not high enough.  So to my knee she flutters. Next is the arm of the chair I’m sitting in. Then the back of the chair that she… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #7–Golf

    My dad was a golfer.  There was usually a set of golf clubs in the back of his work truck, just in case.  As a little girl I remember times when he’d suddenly remark, “Let’s go hit some golf balls.”  Oh the joy I would feel.  I was going to get to golf!  So he’d… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #6

    It’s Saturday. Which means I’m thinking of my dad today.  He died on a Saturday. My sister nailed it when she compared it to a new born’s age.  You count every day of their life.  Here in the beginning stages of my dad’s passing, and our grieving, we count each day too.  It’s been 12 days, It’s been… Read more

  • The Funeral

    This morning I opened my eyes and the world was still turning.  It still is, and more likely than not, it will continue to do so.  Everything is real.  Nothing has been a dream.  Although it seems surreal, we laid my dad to rest yesterday in a beautiful service.  A service I hope he would’ve been proud of.  My sweet husband J-Dub… Read more

  • Giddy Up Oomm poppa oomm poppa mow mow

    Yesterday I got my hair done. Or rather, yesterday I got ma har did. Today I’ve changed my name to Elvira. And not because we have similar bosoms.  Trust me on this.  Let’s just say my hair is a bit dark.  I’m including a picture (not of my bosoms). So when you see me at The Walmarts you won’t… Read more

  • The Memory of a Sound

    I recently purchased this magazine. I say recently, but it was way back in 2010. I have no idea why I would purchase a magazine called Do it yourself, since I don’t do anything myself.  There must have been something that caught my eye on the cover, but now…..who knows? This is one of those… Read more

  • My New Old Truck

    I’ve been on the hunt for an old truck. It’s on my list. #6 says “Drive a restored classic pick-up. I had an idea for something like this. Or even this: But instead, I got this: when my husband came in the other day and said, “Hey babe, I got good news for you.” Of… Read more

  • Headless Chickens Need Not Apply

    Today the phrase “running around like a chicken with its head cut off” is an understatement of the millennium.  And one that I hope I never, ever witness. I cannot bear to see this beauty without a head.  I’ll cry. Or this one. Or this one. Have I mentioned I’m getting chickens delivered March 14th?  Oh,… Read more

  • Five Reasons Not to Have a Blogging Buddy

    Five days ago  an idea for bloggers to pair up with a blogging buddy went out over the world wide web via wordpress, the site that hosts this blog.  This is an effort to motivate, uplift, and encourage bloggers to keep up with the commitment they have made to blog in 2011.  Much like an exercise… Read more