On Sunday 21 Apr 2002 11:33 pm, Magenta Raine wrote:
> By Magenta Raine.................
>
> Angella is my chocolate caramel angel. She is as wacky, fun, and
> smart as I am. When we are out in public together people ask if we
> are mother and daughter, Angella was happy when I finally colored
> my hair, as it made me not look like her mother, (her sister is
> light skinned -- about the same as my skin color).
>
> Sometimes when dressing me we get into funny positions, and if I
> were a man, I'd probably try to make something of them. Instead, I
> just say, "Boy, look at us…now if I were a guy…" and she responds,
> "Yes, but you're not and I'm not interested in women." We laugh.
>
> Sometimes when putting on a skirt or pants, Angella will tell me,
> "assume the position." I lay on my back and lift my legs up. It's
> not the most dignified position, but it gets the job done.
> Sometimes Angella will tease me about this as being my favorite
> position, and I just smile demurely.
>
> Angella is probably the most man-crazy assistant I've ever had.
> Sometimes, she walks into my room, and some days I can just sense
> what she feels before she says, "Hmm I feel so sexy today." We
> laugh a lot.
>
> She is in graduate school now, and because she hasn't a computer
> yet, I'm typing her papers for her. Her readability score is just
> the opposite of mine. She has a 12th grade writing level and the
> program says her papers are going to be understood by only 35
> percent of the American population.  My writing tends to be at a
> ninth grade level, but understandable to about 75 percent if the
> population. If this is accurate, our education system is sadly
> lacking.
>
> I have a thing about zippers, I don't understand it. But every time
> Angella wears a new jogging outfit, (and lord knows she must have
> 35 of them by now), I am tempted to tease her by adjusting the
> zipper on her jacket, or the zipper on her pants leg. I guess this
> is just my way of saying, "Ooohhh, another zipper!" and remaining
> youthful in spirit.
>
> When it rained the other day, she wanted to play scrabble, but
> didn't feel like keeping score and bratted out on me by saying,
> "Can we play another game?" when I kept putting nice words down.
> So, we played Tell a Fortune, and we "read" each others fortunes.
> And then we played charades. This may not seem like part of her
> job, but life is more than just cleaning, making food, and going to
> the doctor.
>
> All of Angella's past boyfriends have commented that she has "too
> much fun on the job."  But we just feed on each other's
> consumerism, and she adapted my love of catalogs and on-line
> buying. And I had to quit using my credit card, so now we're both
> on a credit card diet. I have instead, purchased from places that
> let you make monthly installments, and a couple of stores have
> delayed billing, but I've figured out what I can afford, so I just
> finished getting my new wardrobe. Which I needed since I've dropped
> six dress sizes in the past year, and had to give away many of my
> clothes, particularly skirts and pants because they're falling off
> me. I've dropped 27 pounds, most on purpose, and a few because of a
> bad reaction to medication. I'm proud that today I am within the
> weight I was in high school.  Anyway, since I worked hard for the
> money, I can spend it the way I want to. So, I really love working,
> as it makes me not only feel productive and useful, but it enables
> me to not look like a slob.
>
> Today, Angella caught me unaware, while ordering a refill of my
> medication, she suddenly asked, "Do you want this filled by a male
> or female?"  I looked at her, like "What?!"  I shrugged my
> shoulders and raised my hands in a who-cares gesture. Three minutes
> later she asked "tall or short?"  I grinned and snorted like a
> horse. Later, after going over the address with a live person, she
> asked me another question, "Brown eyes or blue?" but pretended to
> still be on line. I laughed and said, "Ohhh Girl, you are so bad
> today!"
>
> Sometimes I wear tight fitting socks, and when I want to take a
> bath, I need help taking them off.  I will stick my legs out toward
> Angella and she will grab hold of my socks, then tell me to reverse
> my chair. I do, and slowly the socks stretch and pull off.
>
> The other day Claire was substituting for Angella, and I nearly
> pulled her onto the bed with me as we tried to get a shirt over my
> head and arms. We laughed.
>
> Today we ran into the old cream cheese problem. I said I wanted
> "Cream cheese," and she kept saying "You want green cheese?" Got a
> good giggle out of that.
>

Thanks Mag - terrific.

Cheers

Deri