Howdy…I’m Anelia. I write here. These are my random thoughts about nothing in particular, everything from music, non-sense we call pop culture, and anything under the sun. And I reserve the right to change my mind about anything you see here. I’m gonna do it anyway so you may as well get used to it. Enter at your own risk. You’ve been warned. –A
58 Really Random Facts About Me
I was born in Panama (the country not the city in Florida).
Lived in Italy and Germany and traveled to Spain and Aruba.
One of my favorite desserts is a tasty little treat from India called Carrot Halwa. I really need to learn how to make it.
I confess to being crazy in love with any fancy, amazing, comfortable yet sexy chair.
Love writing, teaching, and am a serial entrepreneur.
Started earning money online in 2008 as a writer. This was the seed and I loved it.
Today, I own over 100 websites and I make mulla in my sleep. Love this better.
Looooove all things web and suffer from shiny-new-things syndrome.
Yes, I’m a curious and driven woman. Say it with me like Rocky “What? You got a problem with that”?
I like the sound of the number five and eight, hence the title of this list.
I was born on December 25th. Yep, I’m a “Christmas baby” (story of my life)
I’m totally turned on by really shiny white teeth and cheez balls (it doesn’t take much to make me happy)
My name sounds like Amelia except with an “N”. Stop calling me Amelia. Stop it. Don’t like it. You see an “n” there. And Angela?…Seriously? Where’s the “g”? And can somebody please tell my second grade teacher Ms. Caffey (which always sounds like coffee to me) that I know how to spell my own damn name? She never let it go.
Love a good Baklava. Vodka? Not so much. Actually I’m one of those people who “can’t hold her liquor.”
I live in Nevada. No, I don’t. I’m just trying to confuse my stalkers.
I believe chocolate almond milk is the best thing ever invented.
I own a collection of brown teddy bears that started when I was 7 years old. No, the kids can’t play with them. They’re not toys. Plus, kids may give them the cooties.
My favorite movie is I’m Not Rappaport…gotta love the classics.
I love planting yellow tulips because they add beauty in a quiet, understated way. But, the begonias keep dying. Maybe they’re upset with the tulips. Dang it.
I was raised in a military family and I am a military vet.
I own a collection of brown teddy bears that started when I was 7 years old. It’s a sickness but I don’t care and I don’t want a cure for it and no they don’t have the cooties and no the kids can’t play with them.
I have to be the most sensitive, sorriest, sappiest woman in the world who will cry at every single sentimental, touchy-feely, happy, sad scene at the movie theater. Excellent examples are: when Nemo was lost and when he returned home, when Alien killed the Predator (or was it the other way around, either way I cried cause something died), or way back in the 80’s when Leroy left the school (on Fame), and fell to pieces when somebody stole the family fortune (on Dallas). Just ridiculous.
I’m a nerd who loves tech gadgets + documentaries. No shame here.
I think math and exercise are both necessary but evil. No shame here either.
When I was a little girl my favorite cartoon was GEM. Still is.
My first job was as a hair stylist at a pet boutique drying Muffin’s hair.
I can only spell chocolate if I say it out loud. In Spanish.
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I love the way coffee smells while brewing. I don’t drink it though (see caption on photo of my favorite coffee mug). It kinda tastes like dirt, if I knew what dirt tasted like.
I have a toddler-like fascination with names containing the letter “Y” like Kayla or Yentl.
I have three nicknames. And I like them. “Annie” given by mom and used by mom only, “Midget” given in high school for being the shortest in class or the entire student body, “Excubicle Girl” self-imposed to celebrate working at home or my escape from the rat race inside a dank gray cubicle…same difference. My second grade teacher, Ms. Caffey called me “Lil Bit” on more than one but thank goodness it didn’t stick.
Speaking of which, I’m 5’3″ and 1/4 tall. Still “petite” but let the record show that I want my extra quarter inch.
I escaped the cubicle farm in 2009 and haven’t had a “real job” since. Family and friends still don’t understand what I do. I’m a blogger, whatever that means I say this rolling my eyes.
I like to read until my eyeballs hurt. Some of you know what I mean.
I’m still trying to figure out why so many smart people couldn’t find words that don’t sound the same. I mean, you couldn’t find a completely different way to say THEY’RE, THEIR, and THERE? Or TO, TOO, and TWO? They all sound the same exact way. See, Sea? This is painful for someone learning to speak English as a second language. And don’t even get me started on MAYBE and MAY BE. What is that all about?
I love baby tigers, monarch butterflies and wearing shiny flat shoes (this is due to my broken foot that never healed right; really long story that I’ll tell you later).
I believe in going after your dreams. My wish list is found here.
I’m not an expert at anything. No person truly is. “Experts” built the Titanic. Amateurs built the Ark. I’m just sayin’.
I have no logical explanation why but my favorite colors are blue and yellow. It is what it is. Not gonna analyze it. I read the highly subjective psycho analysis of color and they get a pass …but well, let’s just say they’re not entirely accurate and leave it at that for now.
I think everyone should take a nap in the middle of the day.
I kinda have a problem with a “farmer’s market” located in a parking lot. It’s just not right. And calling it a “concrete jungle” does not make it a jungle. I have to draw the battle line at this hypocrisy.
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I’m pretty grumpy when anything or anyone interrupts my mid-day nap because it just throws the rest of the day out-of-wack.
In 2004 I was diagnosed with VCD (vocal chord dysfunction) so I had to learn how to “breathe”. VCD is a respiratory condition characterized by the vocal folds closing partially or fully, obstructing proper air flow. Sadly, VCD is often misdiagnosed as asthma until there is more awareness. Her hope is to raise awareness to help find a cure. Essentially, the person with VCD has to learn how to breathe again – the only known treatment so far. In the process of training my vocal folds with a combination of muscle relaxation, speech therapy, and voice lessons I learned how to sing. Then I wrote about it. I had the idea to do an album. Then just one record. We’ll see where this goes.
The internet is great to save time + learn new things + going back to school. But online dating sucks major azz. So many stories here.
I’m passionate about volunteering and giving back. See charities I support here.
I ditched the excuses [with everything] and chose to live life to the fullest.
The cutest thing I ever heard is when my daughter was five years old she used to say the word “silly” twice to describe almost everything. Real life examples: “Green is silly silly”. Or “Grandma, your nose is silly silly.” Ahhh yes…still so cute after all these years.
I have brains and morals and I’m not afraid to use them to defend myself against stupid-ness.
I started a magazine about chocolate. You can see it here.
I learned a lot while on my own online journey online so now I am coaching others on the things I learned so they can start and grow their business. If you’re into that kinda thing then check it out over here.
I think most things fall into three categories: funny or not-so-funny.
I live life out loud, in the moment, and allow myself to make a lot of mistakes.
I’m not gonna buy a Ferrari (never was) cause I could help more people instead.
I’m evolving so I change my mind. A lot.
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I’ve been searching for the perfect picture frame for the poster over my bed for at least 4 years. Maybe longer… the decor was inspired from my trip to Aruba.
People who waste anything make me sick.
My two children have an incredible 19 years difference in their age. At one point daughter was starting college when my son was starting day care. It was meant to be. Don’t judge.
I was diagnosed with HG or Hyperemesis Gravidarum which is pregnancy with chronic, relentless morning sickness from hell. I don’t know why it was even called “morning” sickness since it was all day everyday for the entire 9 months both times. The only “cure” is saline drip to relieve dehydration. Hence, the 19 year difference in my pregnancies. I needed the time to recover. The most famous case of HG is Kate Middleton. Which means we may not see a second baby for another 19 years and I wouldn’t blame her one bit.
I decided to embrace my natural hair. Whoever said it was going to be easy is a liar. It’s not. I love the results though. But the verdict is still out on whether I’ll keep the natural look.
One of the guys at the barber shop gave my son a haircut …is a dred. So, umm, he doesn’t cut his own hair. Ever. Doesn’t that seem weird to you? It kinda does to me. And he was trying his best to convince me that maybe my son wanted to wear dredlocks because my son is afraid of the hair cutting equipment with the loud buzzing noise…what do you call that thing again, clippers.
I’ve never streaked in the streets. Thought about it, then decided it wasn’t for me.
I don’t mind doing research. It’s a nasty side effect from writing so many papers in grad school.
Why blog?
Blogging is less convoluted + cheaper than therapy. Plus, I hate driving. So, in lieu of therapy, I started this blog as an outlet to get rid of excess thoughts.
I don’t have a plan…just going to write about whatever I’m thinking-feeling or doing so it will be about nothing in particular and everything under the sun. Who knows…maybe I’ll write about my dreams, as in the one you have while sleeping and dreams as in the one you pursuit to satisfy your fancy or to just prove it can be done.
This can be anything from waking up and writing about the dream where I was being chased by a big yellow snake through the woods, or my dream to open a restaurant. I think I’m more in love with the idea of starting a restaurant than actually starting a restaurant but we’ll see where this goes because I have no idea how this is going to end either. The one thing I can say for certain is that it will be all about me which is a menagerie of many things under one umbrella…ella….ella…eh…eh…eh.
Allow yourself to be free
One time when I was in my car I started singing at the top of my lungs (I know you have done this before). When I opened my eyes a group of pedestrians were staring at me as I was entertaining them. We all started laughing as I drove away. While this was slightly embarrassing it felt great to just let loose and not worry about what others thought. Remember you will always have people who do not believe in you and have their own opinions, you must stay grounded and stand for what you believe in no matter what people think or say!
My humble beginnings (written in third party)
Anelia Carmila Ferguson Sutton was born on December 25, 1968 in Panama City, Panama. She is the daughter of a Mestizo-Panamanian mother (mixed white, Native American, and/or Black) and an Afro-Panamanian father. After the tragic death of her sister, Marcia Magdalena Williams, Anelia set aside her personal and professional goals to help raise her sister’s three children based on the decision to keep the family together. She went to work where she built her career in business management spanning more than 15 years. She was responsible for the development of private and government organizations prior to starting her own company. Anelia is a military veteran of the United States Navy after serving for 11 years.
She has an MBA with a specialization in Human Resources Management from Northcentral University and is a member of the National Association of Female Executives (NAFE). Anelia is the author of three non-fiction books.
In 2011, Anelia founded her business development company with the mission to invest in small business start-ups in order to help other aspiring entrepreneurs realize their dream of business ownership.
My personal mantra is…
Live life with such integrity that every morning when my feet hit the floor Satan says “Oh no, she’s awake.”