Archive for May, 2012


Two iPhones walk into a bar.   I forget the rest.  So goes the end of one of the many commercials airing on the Tele this weekend.

West Texas weekends are great, but one can only take so much sitting.   Accordingly, after a meal, at halftime with a 1 point lead, after waking up at 6 AM in the chair you were last watching a classic late night movie in, etc, I have to get up and walk around.   That means going outside, sometimes even beyond my comfort zone.


You see, the gravel road to the top of the hill only goes so far.   Then what?   A deer, which are not in short supply in these parts, would cross at the highway, but I’ve seen first hand how that often unfortunately ends, and I don’t want to be “that Guy”.   A chicken might do the same. 


I came to the end of the road, so to speak, early this morning.   There were no cars, nor any deer, in sight. So, like any good chicken, I looked both ways (again) and went to the other side.   I didn’t find anything.


As evidenced by this post, I made it back.  It being still early, I checked the iPhone.   No jokes were found, but a telling piece about obituaries was waiting for me in the inbox.  Is Someone trying to get my attention?   If so, it’s working.   The following is but an excerpt of what I read:

Reading the final account of this man’s life started me thinking about what the content of my own obituary would be one day. I quickly realized I am more concerned with what will not be written: Will the family members and friends I leave behind know how much I loved them? Will my life have made a positive difference in the lives of some other people? Will my presence on this earth have made the world, in some small way, a better place?…..Our focus should not be on ourselves, but on others. A life well-spent, and a career well-invested, is one in which you have improved the world around you and somehow enhanced the lives of people who have crossed your path during life’s journey. “Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but with humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others”(Philippians 2:3,4).   (Robert J. Tamasy)

Two Idevices walked into a bar (a Chili’s).   I hope not everyone forgets the rest.   If I successfully make it to the other side, I suspect they won’t.


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I’m just a singer of simple songs.
I’m not a real political man.
I watch CNN, but I’m not sure I can tell you…

Oh, if only those words to an Alan Jackson tune were true.

It is Memorial Day weekend.  Where were you when the world stopped turning?

It starts with W.

3 down: war, or maybe why?

5 across:  where, or maybe world?   5 choices: Europe (chapter I), Europe (chapter II), or maybe Korea, Vietnam, or “the Middle East”, operations 1, 2, 3, and so one.

This morning, I am in West Texas, enjoying peace, quiet, and freedom.I am enjoying the company of some fine young men I know.


And I am grateful they are here, and not some elseWhere in the world.

I know Jesus, and I talk to God, and I remember this from when I was young: faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us, and the greatest is love.

Love does not start with a W, and I am thankful.   I also remember those who did not come back, and am grateful for their sacrifice.

Where were you when the world stopped turning?


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We all went to bed Monday night/Tuesday morning riding high and feeling euphoric. We awoke later Tuesday morning to news prompting thoughts like “how did that happen here?”.

Truth be told, an old tune immediately came to mind as I was pondering the fate of the future fan experience in OKC. So, Sha, la, la, la, la, la, my lady.

For those familiar, you are likely thinking this prototypical 70’s/80’s tune is an inappropriate comparison, but stay with it for a moment.

OKC has had it pretty good lately. Proclaimed “The Nations most recession proof city” before the recession, the actual experience has in fact played out pretty well. Lowest unemployment rate in the country, new construction, corporate relocations to our fair hamlet, low crime rates, and a winning basketball team have all been a part of the most recent landscape.

One could say OKC has been an oasis in the desert. Another way to say it would be as an island in a sea of trouble.

But, following the recent news, know OKC may be “In the sun with your hair undone“.

The ‘Peake, the significant economic driver company for our city (not its namesake arena), is in trouble. Will it ride the storm out? The ‘Peake, the namesake arena, has a shooting just outside its doors as thousand of fans stream out following a big win. What will we lose if we “batten down the hatches” in response to the rain?

I guess I would conclude, before sharing a last bit of the song lyrics, by saying that none of us is immune. Things happen. People make bad choices, and others are impacted. You pick yourself up and move on. Things may be different, but you make the best of it. In the decade of the 2010’s, as in the decade of the 1970’s, life moves on.

I urge you, first of all, to pray for all people. Ask God to help them; intercede on their behalf, and give thanks for them.

~ 1 Timothy 2:1


Hey, hey, hey, hey

She was the color of the indian summer.
And we shared the hours without number.
Until one day when the sky turned dark and the winds grew wild
Caught by the rain and blinded by the lightning
We rode the storm out there on Thunder Island


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She loves me, more than oregano. To what may I compare?

Yes, the lovely herbal companion we speak of is pictured here with my Little Frau. It looks like they enjoy a strong relationship. You know what they say: behind every good oregano plant is a great woman. Stated another way, behind every garden bare spot is a man with a runaway weedeater.

Frau has always had a mind for a green thumb, ever before the physical namesakes began to think twice about gripping a shovel. It times past, she would go to the nursery, lovingly pick a baby plant and place it in the garden with love, only to see a jealous husband lay waste to her little friend.

OK, maybe jealous is the wrong descriptor. Clueless may be the better term. Regardless (which, sadly, he was) the plant often found itself the victim of a premature end.

There is a scriptural reference that comes to mind here. Matthew 6:30-31: If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’

Paraphrased, we might say: If that is how God clothes the oregano of the garden, which is here today and tomorrow is cut down by the husband, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?

But, time has passed. My eye for gardening has improved. I am no longer the hatchet man. In this autoimmune era, I am now the shovel man. I gently bury the tender roots of new plants the way Kevin Durant buries three point shots. (yes, I can blog and watch the Thunder build a double digit 4th quarter lead at the same time!).

Fortunately for me, Little Frau’s patience for the yard man grew stronger with time. Now, her oregano plants can do just the same.

So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat? She loves me, more than oregano, and that’s just the seasoning we needed.

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I’ve had this shirt for 20 years. I’ve only worn it once. Actually, twenty years, and a day.

You’ve likely heard the phrase “it takes a year and a day to get there”. Well, here we are, and it feels like mere moments have passed.

The shirt became my property around 3:30 AM, May the 20th, 1992 as Little Frau was being sped into emergency surgery to allow Little Frauline to make a safe arrival into this world. It seems she’s always been a busy bee, and had herself entangled sufficient to prevent moving on to more productive activities.

Breaking free was a lesson she did not have to be instructed on twice. In fact, she’s become quite the social ninja, if you will. She’s been to Japan and back, and many points in between. And today, at 4:05 AM, she turned 20 years of age. I’m glad to call her a friend.

Today, I have been cleaning out my closet. Some things are trash, some are garage sale fodder, but others carry more sentimental value and deserve a good home. I think I will give the scrub shirt to the Frauline. I shan’t be wearing it again. It just wouldn’t be the same.

So, Happy Birthday, Hannah. Love you so.


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I’ll admit, a Maroon 5 fan, I am not. A Mick Jagger fan, I am not. However, the artist once known as “de fif’d supa dude”? I will admit, I’m a fan. As evidenced at the bottom of the post, he’s got the moves.

However, I will borrow from the current pop genre to say “I want to move like Jagger”. Essentially, I want to move, especially when I’m older. I want others to move with me. TeamOC, 560 members strong, anyone? It feels right.

As for Mr. Jagger’s choice of attire? Wouldn’t be caught dead in it, unless it was for First Week Follies, and then only maybe.


But, that never stopped the afore mentioned Supa Dude, aka Alfredo. He got the moves. As Jack Sparrow would say, “Spiritually, Ecumenically, Gramatically…”. I want to move like Alfredo.

He also tries to dance, and dive, as well, but that’s a whole ‘nother story entirely. Not going there, thank you.

I don’t even try to control you
Look into my eyes and I’ll own you
with the moves like jagger
I got the moves like jagger
I got the moooves… like jagger

Ohohohoh….. 🙂


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Come again?

Context is everything, at least in some contexts. Allow me to explain.

I am the first member of the family to rise each morning. Most days, I sit quietly in a dark room in “the thinking chair”. Conjure up images of the red armchair from Blues Clues if you must, but you would digress.

Anyway, I sit each morning and read by iLight, think, pray, and await the inevitable sound of my daughter’s alarm clock and the resulting first visit from Raboo. What followed next earlier this week was totally unexpected.

The alarm blared, I collected my thoughts, and in she came. Instead of “Good morning, Dad”, I heard something much different. “Today, I want to have some Pirate’s Booty!”. . Come again?

Contrary to my greatest fears, her request was heard by yours truly in a completely different context than what she intended.
You see, Raboo’s mother had been to the grocery store the day before. The girl was looking forward to me dutifully making her lunch for school. How could I know that we owned a multi pack of Sponge Bob White Cheddar Popcorn, much less that it bore such a racy trade name?

Oh, well. No harm, no foul, as they say. “They” would not be the referees of the recently concluded OKC/LA game. No fouls for nobody, is more like it. Maybe these guys need to grab a little Pirate’s Booty before the next game assignment. 🙂

Come again? The Thunder will, thank you very much. The Lakers had better be ready.


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