I truly believe we all have our guardian angels. They fly around us as we go on with our daily business. If you don’t tell them what to do for you, then they will just do whatever they think is best. Who knows what that is!
Because of all the images we see of angels, people tend to think they all look like the classic, graceful beings that are gilded in gold leaf or displayed in a wall calendar. I don’t believe that. I think each of us have our own band of winged angels that were tailored made for each of us.
I don’t know what your angels look like, but I know mine are Aztec Warrior Angels. They look like the PowerPuff Girls except they are decked out in Aztec headdresses trimmed in glitter. They giggle a lot and are sometimes ditzy, but overall they get down to the nitty gritty when I need them to. They take care of me and are always ready for me to send them my worries so I can not stress about things. My Aztec Warrior Angels fly with handmade bags and thats where they carry my troubles.
My friends and family members are so amazed at the work of my Aztec Warrior Angels that they often ask me to lend them one or two. Like when someone is hurt, or when our company was going through layoffs or when my friend was waiting for her big book deal to come through. My angels rocked! They took care of business!
OK, I know they weren’t 100% responsible for all the successes, but I know they helped with that last little inch.
My problem now is that I’ve sent them all out to help everyone else and I need them back, stat!! It has to do with my stinkin’ Atkins diet. I fell off the wagon when my mom was sick and I was eating hospital comfort food every day. Most people lose their appetite at times like that, but it figures I feel better after a burger. Sigh. Then the fun of my carbohydrate carnival continued with a weekly three-night art booth we have this popular outdoor event.
On one side of our booth is the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory and on the other side is a nice couple who sell fresh Kettle Corn, pretzels and churros. I can tell you know where I’m going with this.
My Aztec Warrior Angels used to fly around me, which created a shield of willpower – warding off all wicked cravings for refined sugar disguised as mocha truffles and bleached flour transformed into warm, chewy buttery breadsticks that are gooey in the middle and slightly crispy on the ends.
Excuse me, I need a moment of silence here.
Since (sniff) my Aztec Warrior Angels have been gone (sniff), I’ve been indulging in more sweetened sin than Carnie Wilson the night before her gastric bypass surgery.
I know it’s the holidays, but I don’t want to wait until January to get back on track. There are so many holiday parties to attend and buffet tables to work through. So please – for all of you whom I lent my angels to, if you are done with them, can you please send them home? It’s time for you to channel your own angels and give mine a rest. I have important work waiting for them!
I’m pleading! Today I accidentally ate an extra egg roll that was meant to be shared with my sister, Theresa. I got to the last bite and Theresa, feeling cheated (rightfully so) said, “Geez! Kathy! You are like a machine!”
That hurt. Help me stop the madness! Please come back, my lovely Aztec Warrior Angels!
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