Home She Went

Around 9:30 pm last night I received a phone call from my mom. I actually didn’t know my phone was ringing, so by the time I got to it she had hung up. I stopped for a second and knew it was time.

A little back story:
About a week before we left for Disneyland my mother and father told me that my Aunt June (my mom’s sister) was going to be taken off of Dialysis. I knew she wasn’t doing well, I just wasn’t sure all of the details. The doctors had said she would probably only last 10 days. Through the summer I would wait to hear from my mom and think that she would tell me Aunt June had passed, but no word. Midway through I thought, maybe she will be able to hold out until we move to Oregon so I can see her one last time. So I stopped expecting the call. 

Then the phone call last night happened. I just knew what the conversation was going to be. I called my mom back and as she picked up the phone I could her the stammer in her voice as she said Hi. She tried to keep the beginning of the conversation light by asking how I was and wondering what I was doing. Then she told me. Aunt June passed away. 

At first I was in shock. Not so much of the fact that she passed, but the fact that I had a feeling she did. I know God has the ability to give us those hints or feelings so I know it was Him helping me prepare my heart. Then came the tears. A trickling creek flowed down my face and onto my husbands shirt as he held me close. I was able to dry my eyes and have a conversation with my mom before letting her go.

The rest of the evening was quite dreary. I couldn’t think straight. I went to the bedroom early, laid on my bed and let the flood gates open. I believe my pillow and stuffed hippo were being drowned by my tears. My husband then came in and began to console me and let me cry while chatting about the memories I shared with her. 

This morning I made it to church (my stuffed hippo in tow). Through some great youth kids that I sat with and chatted about Doctor Who, Mt. Sinai, and anything else under the sun, I was able to push back the pain. During the worship we sang the song “It Is Well”. One of these days I will write about the story of the man who wrote that song, but for now, here are the lyrics. 

“It Is Well”
By: Horatio G. Spafford

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!—
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul

And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.


I couldn’t help but cry during this song. So much of it spoke to her being at rest and peace residing in me. It was than that I remembered that I should be happy for her. She knew Jesus. She had accepted Him into her heart, and I believe that she resides in Heaven at this moment, at the feet of Jesus, singing to Him, with His arms stretched out toward her. No more pain, sorrow, fear, or tears. She no longer has to battle the evil fight of being Bipolar or having diabetes. She is no longer blind! I am so thankful that she does not have to suffer and I praise the Lord she is home. 

She is HOME!

I love you Aunt June! Rest well in our Fathers arms for you are Home for eternity! 


Game Addiction… It’s Real!

People can become addicted to many things. Some addictions are good and others can be pretty harmful.

This is where I pose the question: Where does gaming fit into that equation?

I can’t help myself sometimes! Sometimes its the only thing I do all day. Not that I don’t have other things to do, but I get so involved that I forget what time it is. Many games do this to me, however there are a few in particular. 

World of Warcraft is the first on that list. Yes, I’m a girl and I play WoW! I like it! I’m not the only girl who plays either. I know many more! It’s a game where you sort of get sucked into the story line. If you don’t know the story line, then you start to become interested in it. I don’t know all about the story of what happened to who and how who got there, I kind of just play the game.

I play a healer the majority of the time, at least that’s what my main toon is. She is a Night Elf Restoration Druid. If you know the game then you know what I am talking about. If not, I’m not going to say  “go play it”, only cause the game is not for everyone. If you want to try it out, be my guest, fare warning, it’s addictive.

During the summer I stopped playing because my kids were here. I knew it would be a huge distraction for me and I didn’t trust myself to just not play it. I could be playing in the morning and then 2 hours later not realize I had not eaten breakfast yet.

I got my husband to play it with me, but he much prefers first person shooter games. I like first person shooters as well, however I get really nauseated if I play them for too long. Something about the movement of the camera. 

In fact, some friends of ours from Florida have a LAN party once or twice a year. Now it has turned into a WAN party since we moved. LAN is Local Area Network and WAN is Wireless Area Network (I believe. If i’m wrong don’t hesitate to correct me. My husband is the computer guru, not me.) We all set up computers, connect the network together and have one massive game play on either Battlefield 3 or 4, Call of Duty, or Unreal Tournament which is what started the whole thing. It’s pretty fun really! 

The other games I am addicted to is Star Trek Online, Star Wars the Old Republic, and all my Lego games on the XBox. I’m not nearly as addicted to these. 

I have to admit that I have a desire to play WoW again. Lately I have found that I get bored pretty quickly, only cause there is not much to do anymore. I have 4 level 90’s (highest level you can achieve at this point) and nothing else to do until the new expansion. I could work on a quest to get my legendary cloak, but gosh darn it, it takes forever! Oh well, it would be something to do. 

With all this, I find that my addiction has lessened dramatically since I first started to play. I guess this is a good thing as I’m not on it 24/7 anymore. When I do start to play again, I hope it will stay that way. 

I mean, a girls got to eat right?

On to the Hard Part

Well it’s official! We are moving back to Oregon! Not exactly sure what day as my husband wants to have a job lined up first, however, today he finally told his work our plan to move by the end of October. I’d like to be there earlier, but for now I’m just okay with the fact that we are moving back.

I was a ring of emotions today. I’m extremely happy, but now that we are starting to make some awesome friends here, I’m sad we will be leaving them behind. We already had to do that when moving from Florida to Massachusetts and it killed me to leave our friends and church we had there.

Like everything, God had a plan and it’s to only be here for a season.

Now’s the hard part. Job and place to live! First off we need to have a job lined up in order to know how much we can spend on a place. Second of all, we need to find a place that is in a decent area and not to far from the college I will be attending. I’ll be trying to find a job while there as well, but I will be waiting till we get there to do just that.

Good news is… we will be there before Portland Comic-Con! Yes you heard me correct! I am going to this one as well! After careful consideration, I decided to up my cosplay ante just a bit. for the Portland Comic Con I will be dressing up as the Wicked Queen from Once Upon A Time! Of course, this means I have to do some sewing and all that, but since we will be back in Oregon, I won’t have a difficult time finding fabric! :)

Most important thing of all, I’m happy to be returning from whence I came. My home. Every other place has just been temporary. I will always call Oregon my home! Thanksgiving and Christmases will no longer be just the two of us! I’ll get to make food for an entire family!

My stress level will be up the next couple months, which might mean a lack of blogging, however I will try my best to keep up!

Mode of Exhaustion

Do you ever get to a point where you are so exhausted, yet the first thing you want to do is just stay up a little longer?

I experienced that last night after coming home from the Comic-Con.

Yesterday morning I woke up at 5:30am and arrived at Comic-con around 8:30 with a couple of youth from our church, Will and Hannah. It was surprisingly easy getting to the location, even though it is in Boston.

If you know Boston at all, then you know what I am talking about. The roads are set up like 18th century roads that cut at extreme angles and make no sense when driving with hundreds of other cars. Parking was not as terrible as I thought it would be, so that was a huge plus! However, the standing outside in extreme temperatures of 80 degrees was not very fun at all. Okay it’s not that extreme, but when you are wearing a full black costume with genuine tactical vest then yes, it’s hot!

We met a really nice father and daughter who drove from Main to come to the event. They were interested in things I hadn’t ever heard of so it was nice to learn some new things.

The even coordinators let us in 15 minutes early which was a huge blessing. As we stepped inside, to the place where all comic book lovers declare heaven, it was daunting to say the least. The room was massive and had booth after booth crammed into as tight of spaces as they could. We roamed around looking at everything, barely stopping for a lunch break.

At one point I decided, after discussing with a vendor that there were pictures of Jason Momoa from Stargate Atlantis at his autograph table, that he would be the one I would be visiting! Yes I paid the 40 dollars to do so, but I don’t care. He is very friendly and has a really nice smile :) So yes, it was worth it!

We had snacks for lunch as the line for the eatery was looming around the entire room. In other words, mad house is how I could best describe it. The later it got in the day, the more jam packed it was.

Will dressed up as Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians and there were so many people (mostly girls) stopping to get a picture either with him or just of him! Me and his sister would just laugh. It was fun to see it. There wasn’t a lot of people who knew who I was, and that’s okay. I think my costume would’ve been better for a Science Fiction convention.

No matter! It was a lot of fun anyway! There were so many cosplayers it was hard to keep up with. There was a short batman, but his costume was genuinely the best I had ever seen! One of the girls that dressed up as Harlequin did a phenomenal job! There was also Gandalf!

Anyway after coming home which was only at around 7pm, I could feel my mind drifting. Apparently as I was playing Lego Harry Potter (Years 5-7) I fell asleep. Wouldn’t surprise me. I could barely press a button on the control without feeling my muscles give out!

So this morning I woke up practically rolling off the bed to get out. I could hardly walk with my muscles shaking and feeling weak. I chalk it up to exhaustion mostly. I’m feeling much better now, however I know with a little more sleep, I’ll be as good as new!


Me as Vala Mal Doran from Stargate SG-1 Season 10!

Me as Vala Mal Doran from Stargate SG-1 Season 10!

Me, Will, and Hannah leaving our fun day at Boston Comic-Con

Me, Will, and Hannah leaving our fun day at Boston Comic-Con

Hey Look! It's Mr. Fedrickson!

Hey Look! It’s Mr. Fedrickson!

Yes! They had a Tardis! Unfortunately, the line was so long, we didn't get our photos in it :(

Yes! They had a Tardis! Unfortunately, the line was so long, we didn’t get our photos in it :(


Will and a Dalek! This Dalek even talked and moved around the room!



Let’s go to Comic-Con!

For the past two days, all my mind has been focused on is comic-con! It’s tomorrow!  I have died my hair black and took 3 hours to flat iron my hair to get the right look for Vala Mal Doran. My costume is finished, complete with airsoft pistol and walkie talkie. Now all that is left to do is go to sleep and get ready for tomorrow.

The one thing I am dreading is the waking up early part. In order to get a parking spot we wanted to be there at least two hours before it started. This means that I will be picking up my cohorts at &am, which in-turn means I need to wake up at the ungodly hour of 5:30am! This will give me an hour to touch up my hair, put on make up, eat breakfast, and put on costume. 

I’ll get over it though. I have an XS energy drink waiting for me in the fridge. 

Because we are having guests in the vehicle, we figured it was high time to clean out the car. I found my french hair clip! It’s amazing what you can find when you clean something out. It wasn’t really “dirty” per-say, but the garbage bag we usually keep in the back spilled out and invaded the rest of the car. 

While doing this my big toe decided it wanted to take a closer look underneath the seat. My toe felt like it was on fire. The throbbing was never ending. This was not just a normal stub toe leaving a small bruise. This broke the toenail down to the center. Luckily the toenail is still intact so that helps a lot, however the pain has not let up. 

I’ll be wearing combat boots tomorrow, so this may be a bit of a problem, but I’m going to deal with it! I need to!!  

I’m really excited to be going to Comic-con this year. I hope to get an autograph from Sean Astin or Jon Borrowman. Either one is okay with me! 

It’s About Time

It’s been an interesting few days. We left for NY for the last time and this morning we had to say goodbye to our kids until Christmas. It’s always the hardest when they leave. Tears flow and hearts break. It was a really early flight (7am) which meant we had to wake up at 3:40am to leave by 4am, in order to get to the airport by 5am. We didn’t leave until 4:30am and arrived around 5:30am. That gave us an hour and a half to get the kids checked in, bags checked, and go through security.

The process of checking them in was a little longer even with checking them in online. The lady at the counter insisted on typing in everything before sending them on their way. We were sort of on a tight schedule as the flight was boarding at 6:20am. As she gave us the boarding passes and Jon and I our temporary boarding pass that just gets us through security, we headed over to security. There was a lady standing in between two different lines telling different people where to go. We got escorted to the left through the TSA Pre Check. Since we have kids they don’t really bother putting us through the other one. We got to the section where we hand them our ID’s and the lady asked me

“Your first name is Janice right?”

“Yes it Is”

“Well you need to go have the ticket lady change it as it shows your middle name as your first name.”

I went over to the ticket counter as fast as I could and told the lady what happened. She kindly and quickly fixed it for me. As I went back to the security area the lady (that saw me go through before) tried to usher me to the longer line, which would’ve taken me 20 minutes just to get through. By that time my kids would’ve been on the plane and I wouldn’t get to say goodbye. So I pleaded my case with her. She started to demand that I go through the other one and I told her that I needed to go through the TSA Pre Check line. I informed her that I needed to get to my kids. She asked if I was flying with them and I told her no, I need to get to my kids to see them off! She then, which much hesitation let me go through the first one I went through. This had already delayed me so when I got to their gate the plane was already boarding and the kids hadn’t boarded yet. Thank You LORD!

We finally got them on board the plane and we sat there for a half hour till we were told that the plane had successfully departed.

It was quite a whirlwind of a morning!




Now for some HUGE news!!


Can you tell I’m excited?

A couple of the youth that Jon and I work with and have grown close to asked if I could take them to it this Saturday. They said their dad would only allow them to go if an adult was with them, so they chose me :)! Jon is not coming, sadly enough, but when we move back to Oregon, I am bound and determined to take him to the Portland one!

Anyway, because it was last notice I wasn’t sure if I should just wear my Marvel Comics dress that I made:

Marvel Comics Dress made by Janice Angell

Marvel Comics Dress made by Janice Angell

… or cosplay a companion from Doctor Who.

I extensively searched at many stores in NY to find some sort of outfit that would work with Clara Oswin Oswald (the latest companion to the Doctor): oswinettes


I couldn’t find anything to work for me. I then remembered one of my favorite shows was Stargate SG1 and thought Hey… I have a costume for that already! So, I am now cos-playing Vala Mal Doran from the the last two seasons of SG1. This is when she started working with the team:BBDU-Vala

Although my tactical vest has a ton more pockets it’s basically the exact same outfit. My pants don’t have pockets on the side, but it still works and looks perfect. The other pants I had were woman’s style BDU’s, but they were annoying and much too large on me.

I wore the costume for Halloween about 4 years back. Jon was a much heavier Daniel Jackson and I was a much heavier Samantha Carter:

Me as Samantha Carter

Me as Samantha Carter

Jon as Daniel Jackson

Jon as Daniel Jackson













We are both much thinner now and my hair has grown along with it being died back to brown. I am having to dye it soft black to match Vala’s, but I’m okay with that. I don’t mind going darker. I really hate going lighter as I just don’t find that I look good with blonde hair.

So that is what I will be up to this weekend. I will be posting pictures of my cosplay and the cohorts I get to go with to the Comic-con. I’ve always wanted to go to one and I’m so thankful that I get a chance to go!! :D

Can’t wait for this Saturday!!



All Traveled Out!

I’ve always wanted to travel. The idea of going places I have never been fascinates me. However, I feel this summer I am all pooped out on traveling.

Let’s recap: Beginning of Summer – One week in Disneyland; Week after Disneyland – One week in New York.

Don’t get me wrong, I had a blast, but now we have another trip to go on. Back to New York. It’s only Sunday to Tuesday, but that’s still a 4 hour drive there, and a 4 hour drive back. To top it all off, the kids hop on a plane back to Washington on Wednesday.

We may stay in a hotel in Boston so we don’t have to drive the hour or so it takes to get to the airport. All in all, I’m just tired. I don’t want to be tired of Traveling, but I am definitely getting to that point.

Tomorrow is filled with cleaning, laundry, packing, and making sourdough Pizza. That, with kids, is a crazy full schedule, one I know will be riddled with disagreements, frustrated kids, and exhaustion after it is all done.

I may be traveling again soon, but we’ll see about that. For now, I need a vacation from vacation!


What’s for dinner?

I have no clue! Sometimes it is easier to just say “Let’s go out”, rather than making food on your own, especially if you have spent the past 5 days preparing some strenuous meals. Yesterday we made Clam Chowder, which from beginning to end (including the preparation) is a 2 hour process. That takes a lot out of a person when making a meal. I much prefer meals that only take an hour to make, or ones I can slow cook in a crock pot and not worry about it all day long.

I’ve always been big on menu planning for the week. However, this week there is no menu. The kids have been telling me what they want for dinner so I’ve been trying to oblige. The only downside is that I have to buy the ingredients for that particular meal, that day. I’ve gone to the grocery store 3 times in 3 days because of this. I know of a couple things we would like to make on Friday and Saturday. Friday will be Chicken and Cheese Enchiladas and  Saturday is homemade pizza with sourdough crust!  That is one of our favorites :).

My biggest issue with choosing meals the day of is the decision part of it. I will have a list of things I can make, but then the decision to make one is not as easy.

Right now, as I type, I am thinking of all the different items that could be on today’s. Then I remember, I still have two boxes of frozen Lasagna!! That’s it!!

With a quick note to my husband to pick up some lettuce, I am all set to make Cesar Salad and Lasagna for dinner.

Now if only I knew what to make tomorrow.

Any ideas?




This time of the year is extremely difficult for my husband and I. As the middle of summer reaches its peak, we are hit with the realization that the kids have to head back to Washington. It is never a fun time when we have to watch the kids head out on a plane, only to know we may not see them for another year.

However, this year is different!

We won’t be saying goodbye for that long!

This Christmas it is our turn to be with the kids and hopefully (God willing) we will have moved back to Oregon by the end of October so we’ll get to have them every other weekend too! There is hope and I look forward to that day, but for now, sadness still invades our hearts.

I may not be their real mother, but they are a part of my life and I love them as if they were my own, so it is hard to see them go. Everyday my son tells us “I love you” and “I don’t want to leave”. The thought lights my heart in many ways to know he wants to stay with us longer. We wished that were a possibility, but for now it is not, and that is okay.

Things will change soon and I’m looking forward to it.

The reality of it all is sneaking up on us fast. October is only two months away.

Got to get cracking then!


Mount Laundry

It’s that day again. The dreaded day where we stare at Mount Laundry, hoping to tackle it’s insane heights and strong smell.

It’s a daunting chore that, unfortunately, does not do itself. Oh how I wished it would. It wouldn’t be so bad if we didn’t have to take Mount Laundry to a Coin-op Laundry to do it.

We gather the clothes, throwing them into three to four baskets (depending on if it’s been 1 or 2 weeks since it was last conquered). Walk them three flights down, squish them into the vehicle, drive to the laundry mat, sort the clothes (taking up 2 to 3 large washers), then wait till it is all finished. Of course, after washing we toss them into dryers, then fold them as soon as they are finished. At that point we do the first three steps, just opposite.

It’s not so bad when the clothes consist only of Jon and I’s, but with the kids here, Mount Laundry became as tall as a small sized Mt. Everest. Okay, so maybe not that large, but it’s big.

I don’t mind folding my clothes. They are large enough that when stack on top of each other, they don’t plummet to the ground. When folding kids clothes, one pile of shirts must become two.

No matter what it is, laundry is never fun when you have to do it somewhere else other than your home. We make do with it cause it saved us on rent, but I miss having my own washer and dryer.

I was able to do laundry throughout the week rather than once a week or every other week. I was able to put them away rather than let them sit in baskets for a week.

After we finish at the laundry mat, we are so pooped from that chore that we don’t even want to put our clothes away.

Oh well, at least they are clean.

Now off to conquer and defeat Mount Laundry. Wish me luck.