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. 


 

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