Angel Wheeler

  • 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

  • Fantopia

    fantopia—a combination of fantasy and utopia.  I just made that word up.  I think.  Until I google it, and learn that it’s already been made up. So I won’t burst my bubble. I live in a fantopia.  A fantasy utopian world in my own head. In this world, I imagine myself fit and fabulous.  My… Read more

  • In Memory of my dad—number forty something

    The green spiraled journal draws me in. It belonged to my dad. The very first thing I bought when I became an adult was a storage building.  It sits on my mom’s property (once upon a time it was my grandmother’s property) and my dad put a few boxes of belongings in there nearly twenty… 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

  • 5 months

    My sweet and precious Emma Kate, Today you are 5 months old.  I’ve known this day was coming, but it just doesn’t seem possible. I look at you and I can’t believe it.  That sweet tiny baby has morphed into a bundle of fun, with a  big grin and a bit of a mischievous nature… Read more

  • Pinterest, naps, and photography failures

    Lately (besides EK) Pinterest has become my new BFF. I waste waaaaaaayyy too much time pinning goodies, and not any time at all actually doing any of the stuff I’ve pinned. You see, I have a baby 7 days shy of being 5 months old.  Shame on me for my ignorance, but I thought little… 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

  • Day 1: Reporting In

    I consider today my first day on the job as an official SAHM. I was tired by 9:30. Last week was actually the first week of summer vacation, but my sister and her two rug rats drove down from New Mexico and spent the week with us.  So, of course, the house didn’t get cleaned,… 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

  • 4 months

    Dearest Emma Kate, Happy 4 month birthday baby!! Oh my gosh, you are so fun!  Here lately, it seems like everyday you are learning new things. You started out this month rolling over for Janelle, your babysitter.  You did it three times in a row, from your belly (which you have learned to accept a… Read more