Dear Jesus, I’m pretty sure I’ve been praying for help to LOSE weight. Love, W.T.Fill in the Blank I made the mistake of getting on the scale today. After three really sweaty workouts last week and a successful smaller portion eating routine, I definitely believed I was on my way to the hotter, slimmer me…
Author: Angela
Christian. Wife. Bonus mom.
Summa This, Summa That
The past month has been a good one. Summer sunshine, day trips to Virginia Beach and Charlottesville wineries, one wedding, picnics in parks, Mexican girls night (and Richie), happy hours, karaoke, rooftop cigars, visiting friends all around Richmond. It’s been a great staycation. Good people make life worth it. Now, our best friend has boarded…
Oops I Did It Again
Galatians 5:19-26 Now the works of the flesh are evident: sexual immorality, impurity, sensuality, idolatry, sorcery, enmity, strife, jealousy, fits of anger, rivalries, dissensions, divisions, envy, drunkenness, orgies, and things like these. I warn you, as I warned you before, that those who do such things will not inherit the kingdom of God. But the…
These Guys..
Who can you be fully, completely yourself with? Which people can you trust with your secrets, your sorrows, and your deepest fears? Who would you pee in front of? Who can you laugh with until you collapse on the floor because your stomach hurts? I am blessed to have a few of these friends. I…
No Pants Roadtrip
Of all the important things to pack, pants are probably top of the list. My friends Richie, Ashley, and I were halfway through West Virginia when I sat straight up in my seat and blurted “I forgot pants!”. We were headed for an extended weekend in Kentucky to reunite with my former roomie/current bestie AshCap,…
When Worlds Collide
I’m always right. Right-brain, that is. In school I discovered drawing was a wonderful way to tune out all that monotonous science-talk. I doodled on everything. I have always enjoyed writing, and my unpublished, handwritten African-American urban teenage love story is proof of my white, suburban imagination. I have also loved music ever since my…
Math Hurts
1 pound a week. 6 pages a week. 150 dollars a week. Three goals, broken down into bite-sized pieces. If I can just do these three small things each week for the next year, I will be: 52 pounds lighter. 312 pages into my book. 7,200 dollars down in debt. If I’d known it was…
Thursday
Bills. Litter boxes. Ratchet customers who haven’t caught.on to the 21st century, 20% tip memo. Dishes. Dental appointments. Sticky, whining children. Sticky, whining adults. Cracked windshields. Rain. So much rain. Sometimes it’s hard to catch a glimpse of God. Everything seems so..blah. Boring. Routine. Uninspiring. It seems as though it would be easier if we…
Anxiety Much?
Yesterday was THE BIG DAY. The day I was waiting to find out just how screwed I’d be, car wise. Would I have to buy a new car? Would they give me three hundred dollars for everything as my step-dad secretly dreaded? What could I buy for three hundred dollars? A Schwinn and a purple…
Crash Into Me (Or Don’t, Actually)
I just realized that “when the chips are down” is referring to poker chips. I also thought “talk shop” meant talking about manly things, like shop class, but it actually means talking business. Who knew? (A-Everyone else, but, whatever.) So anyway, my chips were down on Saturday. I got hit by some dude who missed…
Living Well 