Angel Wheeler

Sh*t happens

  • A Rare Horse; A Rare Friend

    My husband’s horse was born on May 5th.  That’s how he received the name Cinco.  A horse with a sweeter disposition could not be found.  As soon as he saw you, he was lumbering your way to nudge and beg for attention.  My husband sometimes got aggravated with him when trying to work.  “He’s always right in my hip… 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

  • Prosperity and pee-pee

    Have you seen the new movie Lottery Ticket? I haven’t.  And don’t laugh, but I want to.  I’m sure it will be dumb, dumb, dumb, and I will be filled with movie remorse like I always am when I pick out bad movies, which I always do.   It’s a gift of mine. In case you haven’t heard… Read more

  • Home Improvement

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  • 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

  • Preg Checking

    There comes a time in every cowboy’s life when the question arises as to whether or not a cow is pregnant.  But only dudes say pregnant.   Real cowboys say bred.  For fear of embarrassing my husband, I shall only speak in cowboy lingo for this blog.  So try to keep up, okay? Recently we acquired a cow that was… Read more

  • The Kitchen Sink

    When I was a little girl I was walking on my kitchen countertops.  I was too old to be doing such tom foolery, but my age has never really stopped me in any of my acts of tom foolery.   Our kitchen on Seminole Lane was a U-shaped orange kitchen in every sense of the word.  Orange countertops,… Read more

  • This Is What I Get For Bragging

    “He who toots his own horn, the same shall not be tooted.”That’s what my Grannie used to say.Translation:  Quit Bragging. Recently I blogged about my tough fish.  If you didn’t read it, you can read about it here.  I blogged about how they survived a freezing cold spell.  About how they were strong genetic creatures. … Read more