Sooo… I was in the West Edmonton Mall today and this woman came up behind me as I was washing my handds in the bathroom and was like.. you have a really cute face… ever thought of being a model?
Why…no… never….
NEXT Models here I come! (I hope!)
xoxoAnge
Someone else’s journey
Will sometimes seem better than your own
The path for them seems brighter
They’ve seen things you’ve never known
Perhaps they have seen places
That you have yet to see
Or maybe you still stand alone
While others build their family.
You might still find yourself wandering
Searching and hoping for a home
While others seem to have found their place
And have stability of their own.
Some may have found their only one
To whom they’ll say “I do”
However you still have yet to know
What its like to have love so true.
I know full well of both these sides.
Yet I experience but one.
I am on a path that few can bare
Its often hard and not always fun.
I have many friends who are so dear
Without them i would be nothing
But until my feet are firmly set
I’ll know not of love pursuing
And so I do what I do best
I leave, in the wind like dust
Until my heart can find its rest
My soul remains in wanderlust
Just a quicky update from my phone! I will have better pics and more to say soon enough!
With love from Banff National Park, Alberta!
XoAngie
Home is what you make of Here.
Here may not feel like home.
But that it for you to decide.
What makes a place home?
The place it self?
The things it has to offer?
The people living there?
Home is what you make of Here.
Here I am.
I am not anywhere else.
And saying “I wish I lived There”
Doesn’t give Here a chance.
There may be better.
Have ocean sunsets
Mountain sunrises.
Greener grass.
But you aren’t There.
You are Here.
Home is what you make of Here.
Dreaming of There
Wastes your time Here.
Maybe you used to live There,
But now you live Here.
as much as you yearn for There,
You must make the best of Here.
because Here and Now
are all that is guarenteed.
We are only Here for a short time.
If we spend all of our time
Pining for There,
We will never know what Here could be like.
Home is what you make of Here.
Be present.
Be Here.
The past is no longer Here
The future is not Here yet.
Be Here.
Home is what you make of Here.
I feel an unrest in my soul
because I have no yet found a home
A place somewhere
to call my own.
But theres a place within
that draws me near
I know that my Spirit
Will always be Here.
Home is what you make of Here.
Here I am.
Where are you?
Love Angela
Fail!
Sidenote: I want one of these costumes.
love Ange
So uuum…. I decided to go to Alberta for a bit.
This time tomorrow I will be chillin-out-maxin-relaxin-all-cool… in YYZ!
Stay tuned, kiddos.
Love Ange
wtfnishant asked: You're a geek. I like that.
I is indeed. I LIKE DAT! :D … ps love your updates. pss. I want postacrds, damnit
This girl.
I find myself unable to write …
The thought of her brings a smile to my face
and rivers of tears to my eyes.
I have sat down, walked away…sat down, and walked away.
I have so much to say but words elude me.
How do you describe unconditional love?
Man, I was a terrible teenager.
A destructive daughter.
And a sad example of a sister.
For many years.
I have made this woman cry.
I have caused her pain, grief, stress, worry, agony, and many a grey hair.
I have broken her heart.
And saddened her spirit.
I have made her question herself. Her abilities.
I have made her feel unloved.
What terrible children we can be.
We disregard the love, time, money that is put into us.
The lives, dreams that are put on hold for ours.
The sacrifices made fir us so that we don’t have to.
My parents never have had very much.
And what they did have, they worked hard for.
Their rough, scarred, cracked hands.
Their tired eyes. Heavy sighs.
I digress.
My mother has worked 5 jobs at one time before.
And still made time for us.
To drive us to sports.
To watch us play.
She hardly missed anything.
She hardly slept.
Whatever aspirations she had for herself…were put on hold,
I hope that one day, she is able to pursue them.
…I Have so much more I want to say but … I just can’t.
So I leave you with this…
She has been there for me thick and thin.
And thin and thinner still.
She never once threw the towel in
And I know she never will.
I never once deserved her love
And yet it was always there.
Love was always waiting for me at home
No matter how far I strayed.
Growing up I never thought
she was ever good enough
I prayed that i would never be her
because she made my life so rough
But now I only aspire to be
The amazing person she’s always been.
I pray to be even half as good as she
I thank God for everyday that she has and does love me.
For my mom.
I’ll love you forever
I’ll like you for always.
As long as you’re living,
Your baby I’ll be.
-Angela xoxo
