Angel Wheeler

  • Chasing Rabbits

    We have these two dogs. Drew and Grace.   Grace is so appropriately named and could have easily been named Faith.  She is loyal to the end.  Always there right beside you. Drew on the other hand, should have been named Retard. He’s just  a big goofy dog who likes to chase rabbits. We have… Read more

  • Forgetaboutit!

    There’s this movie that probably came out in the 90’s or something called Donnie Brasco.  I watched it once, a long time ago, and it was a decent movie. Decent, if  you like filth, and violence, and mafia crime.  Sex, and cussing, murder and mayhem.  Which, hey,  Iain’tgonnalie,   I do. Sometimes I even like… Read more

  • Sleeping on the Floor Part 3

    “Having children is like living in a frat house – nobody sleeps, everything’s broken, and there’s a lot of throwing up.” ― Ray Romano Last night marked Day 5 with my comfy “bed on the floor” gig. And boy oh boy, I’m feeling like I can move mountains! I’m almost afraid to tell you for… Read more

  • Sleeping on the Floor Part 2

    I’m continuing to log my experience with getting my little 8 month old to sleep in her own crib, eliminate night time feedings, and sleep through the night. According to Tracy Hogg, a.k.a. The  Baby Whisperer, children fall into typically 5 different categories,  of course usually with some overlap.  Now since this post is a… Read more

  • Sleeping on the Floor Part 1

    I have a great mattress.  It’s one of those Sleep Numbers, where you can adjust the firmness.  A few years ago, J-Dub and I pranced into the mall with a credit card and succumbed to a sales pitch. Impulse Buying + Credit Cards = The American Way, right? I can’t remember my sleep number;  I… Read more

  • 8 months

    Hey sweet Emma! You’re a little doll, dear.  As beautiful as ever, and growing so big. For a while now you’ve been belly crawling, but this month you decided to try out the old hand and knee crawl.  It’s still a bit clumsy, and you really only do it when you don’t have a shirt… Read more

  • Favorites

    I did not marry a literary kind of man.   I, on the other hand, love books, articles, the written word.  I come alive in bookstores and libraries calm me.  I love the smell of a new book, the way it has a little creak when you open it.  I do not own an electronic… 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

  • sleeping, eating, and other motherly woes

    Of one thing I’m certain:  each day that I’m given is more proof of how little I know. We’ve all been there, a time in our life when we thought we knew it all.  When we stuck our chest out and announced, if only to ourselves, “I got this.” For me that was 7 months… Read more

  • Picture Perfect

    After we buried my dad February of last year, I drove back to Texas basically with a pickup, plants, and a photograph. The pickup still sits in front of my yard, longing for a spin around town. The plants, I’m proud to say, are flourishing. And the photo sits on a shelf in my dining… Read more