Angel Wheeler

simple pleasures

  • Sara Lee, my first love

    I just so happen to be one of the unfortunate souls who’ve been cursed with a sweet tooth.  Mine doesn’t hide in the back with the molars, but actually lives up front and center and it makes sure that it gets noticed when a hankering comes along, which is just about every day around four… Read more

  • Feeding the Big Chickens

    We recently had a family picnic at the park.  It was a beautiful September day and we were in the big city, so we decided to grab a couple burgers and enjoy them under the treetops. The park has a big lake with walkers and joggers circling it.  A few fisherman had cast their poles… Read more

  • Outside

    Our baby girl loves it outside. No matter the mercury reading, she hasn’t learned to complain about the heat yet.   We haven’t cut her hair to look like a mohawk on it’s way to growing out, it’s just the way her hair, well is growing out.  Possibly one of the reasons she’s mistaken for… Read more

  • Peace, pecks, and pigs—Randomness

    It’s a peaceful kind of morning.  No hustle, no bustle. There’s a cool breeze, and it’s a nice respite before the West Texas July sun follows it’s usual path in the cloudless sky and the daytime temps rise to scorch and wither.  But after all, it is summer.  What else do we expect. EK and… Read more

  • Mountains

    I’m sitting at the base of a mountain, more or less, breathing in a piney smell, listening to birds, an occasional hummingbird’s soft sound and then the loud obnoxious caw of the crow.  The sky is dark with rain clouds, the thunder is booming in the distance.  It’s a cool 70* which just so happens… Read more

  • 8 years ago yesterday

    On Monday night at about 9:30, J-Dub says something to me from across the living room.  Since my ears aren’t exactly what they used to be, I repeat back to him, “Oh crap, you have to get groceries tomorrow???” He repeats himself.  This time much louder and stressing every syllable as a vein pops out… Read more

  • Saturday

    It’s the first Saturday in June. The first Saturday of Summer Vacation.   Maybe we’ll go to the beach. Listen to the seagulls call overhead.  Smell the sunscreen and sunshine on our bodies.  Feel the cold water lap around our ankles as I hold EK up on her wobbly legs.  Taste the saltwater as she… Read more

  • 2 months

    My dear Emma Kate, You are two months old already!  Time is zipping past.  I can’t hardly stand it.  I’m cherishing every day I have with you.   The biggest piece of advice I get from other moms is to not blink and take lots of pictures because you’ll be grown before I know it.… Read more

  • Just Emma

    Eat, sleep, poop, repeat. Our days   zoom past. Eat, sleep, poop, repeat. And I’m not just talking about EK either. Eat, sleep, poop, repeat. Sometimes in addition to the aforementioned, we take pictures. And on occasion, I’ll get a request from a family member for more pictures of EK. They pretty much all look… 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