Angie

Enough with chronological order! Let's continue with The Fable:



When I was in Junior High (Or CPS's lame version of Jr. High), I was quite in demand as a babysitter. All of the moms in the neighborhood wanted me. The rational was if I could keep my two unrully brothers in line, I could do anything!

Quite true. Kids loved me, babies adored me. Yet another reason I imagined a large family in my future, but alas (if you've read my previous post) that was not meant to be.

Back to the story. I really wanted two things: a sister and an older brother. I figured the older brother thing was a wash so I prayed for a sister.

And I mean pray. This was during my two year stint as a Jehovah's Witness (NOW, there's a story). I was pretty good at the whole prayer thing.

Then mother became pregnant again. (Oh, and let me tell you, religion or not I was snarky even then...I made it quite clear that the thought of my parents Getting It On was disgusting!)

So I prayed for a girl. Because another little brother was unthinkable. I even went so far as to tell my mother that she was welcome to come home from the hospital, but if she had a son, he was not.

Snarky already

On my first day of High School I came home to a note saying that she was in labor. I prayed some more.

A few hours later the call came: "How are you Mom? Good, Good. Sooooo???? (LONG pause) A girl? Thank You God! You may both come home"

Mind you this isn't a direct quote. LOL, but it's pretty close. Over the years Mom said she knew I was bossy but that just solidified my bitchy status. hehehe

Well, Angela Nicole was a beauty. And such a good baby. Once she was too large for the bassinet she was moved to a crib in an upstairs bedroom. Mother was hard of hearing even then and Dad could sleep through bombing, so I was pretty much her primary caregiver at night.

After school she became my official mascot, going everywhere with me. As a matter of fact, strangers on the street would mistake her for my own. Many times arguing with me that she was mine. (Sorry, but I think I would have remembered that whole birthing thing)

When she was preschool age I enlisted in the Marine Corps. She says she was devastated. I am sorry for that Ang, I just had to get out of Dodge, you know?

Over the years our relationship was more like that of an Aunt and niece due to the age difference. After Lauren was born she would come visit us wherever we were living at the time: Cape Cod, Philly, and lastly, California.

When we lived in CA, she spent most of her summers with us, with many of her friends joining thoughout.

This has made Angie and Lori close, like sisters. Angie was Lor's Maid of Honor at her wedding last year (trust me she worked her butt off that day! The pic is from the wedding) They list each other as siblings on Facebook.

Angie lives in Florida now with her significant other. Her older son is living with his father here in Chicago (long story there). She has a new beautiful daughter Olivia Nicole who is now almost a year old. And she is a pill, let me tell you! Hehe.....Just last night our phone conversation was laced with: "stop climbing, get out of the garbage".

The legacy continues.

Side note: I would put a few more pics in here but I have yet to figure out how to do that in the correct order. I'm working on it.