Angel Wheeler

Life

  • My Tree Harbor

    There is a mimosa tree and an evergreen tree growing in the yard at our new place.  They are both young sprouts right now, but I hope they grow big and strong and formidable.  I love the mimosa tree, never tried the drink, but I adore the fuzzy, pink flowers that bloom and the rattle of the… Read more

  • Four Things

    I have few things I want to share with you today. First Thing: We’re studying the water cycle in science up at the elementary school.  You remember your second grade science class don’t you?  Or has it been many moons?  For a quick review, here’s a song about the water cycle sung to the tune of If You’re Happy and… Read more

  • The Stranger

    A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on. As I grew up, I never… Read more

  • Just Me and the Man in my head

    “My momma always had a way of explaining things so I could understand. ” Those are Forrest Gump’s words, but that’s what I can say about my momma too.   I remember being sick and laying in her king size bed with the crushed red velvet headboard.  She would stroke my forehead and explain to me how there was a war in my body. … Read more

  • A Post of Questions

    I have a special friend who comments on my blog almost daily.  Her name is Lara and the other day I thanked her for commenting.  She mentioned if she had a blog she would want comments.  And I want comments too!!  I love, love, love, love, love it when you respond to my jibberish.  If you’re still reading my… Read more

  • The Seinfeld Post—a post about nothing

    I’ve accepted a challenge by WordPress, the site where I blog.  They are challenging bloggers to either post once a week or once a day in the year 2011. I am going for the once a day posting challenge.  It’s a biggie.  Especially considering how long it takes me to write one of these boogers.    I missed the very… Read more

  • I didn’t marry no pimp, that’s fo’sho’

    My husband loves New Year’s Eve.  To him it’s a sacred, holy holiday.  To me, it’s just another day.  And another night that I want to be in bed by 9:00.  In my marriage we don’t fight alot.  We don’t have too much to fight over.    During the past 6 years, the few times it’s turned ugly either revolved around food or New Year’s Eve. … Read more