It’s About Time …

“As long as you continue to drink upstream from the rest of the herd, I see no way where it can hurt you.”

Welcome to Creative Endeavors, The Home of BoxcarOkie.com.  Boxcarokie.com came about because they wanted $2,500 to register Creative Endeavors as a domain name, which did not happen for obvious reasons.  This page and this website is being maintained and written by Don Smith (Boxcarokie), and it comes to you from Western Oklahoma, U.S.A.   It was first established in March of 2008.  Tomorrow we embark on our fifth consecutive year of not being Freshed Pressed but hanging in there just to spite it all.

So if you are here visiting us for the first time, here is what we are about.

Most people who visit this website do so deliberately, but others stumble across it while searching the Internet for esoteric topics. Noting from time to time, people are always looking for high numbers, how many hits, who is where and total residents on board. It seems to me that the quality of the posts is what brings them in, not the population that resides, that kind of thing.

Some bloggers or writers are looking for ways to attract more people to a site, when they ought to be cultivating interesting people who will “add to it” sort of like that Hollywood adage … “If you build it, they will come” idea. At least that is my take on some of this. At times we have had our fair share of interesting people to comment on the site and add to the mix.

From a personal standpoint I feel that comments are great and most welcome, they are for the most part, what makes it interesting to me.

Unfortunately if you are a regular reader of this site, in my often off the wall style or loopy way, I can discourage comments. I will sit down and write that I believe my parrot is a direct descendant of Satan or an emissary from hell, and most people (in their right mind) wouldn’t dare to comment on something that bizarre.

So I understand.  Like I said before, more than likely this site will never see WordPress.com up and coming fastest growing blog fame or any other prominent recognition and that is okay. We like being #2 it makes us try harder.

In the future Creative Endeavors will stay basically as it is. A fun place, warm and welcome, and we hope that you will tell others about it or comment from time to time.  Some people I suppose actually miss a site where everyone is flaming each other, where the flow of material is coarse, rude and full of hate speech. Swing a dead-cat in any direction on the net, and you can certainly find a lot of mean spirited sites these days.

 Creative Endeavors will never be that way.

Be advised, this doesn’t mean we will allow you to come in here in the comment section and beat up on us or exhibit your particular brand of unsocial behavior.  This is simply not going to happen.  You will be sent to comment oblivion before you know what hit you.

Beats me why people seek out activity like that, it is a unsettling, sign of the times I suppose. So if content is not an issue with you and you have a little time to spare, drop by and stay awhile. Sift thru all of it, pick out what it is that you can use, and throw the rest of it away.  If you want to take some of it home with you that is okay too, we would however, appreciate a link back.

Seems only fair.

Thanks for droppin’ by.  Come on back when you can find the time, 2013 should be an interesting year and we are optimistic to the point of …. well, y’know?  After what 2012 gave us, it naturally has to be a whole lot better.  If you are the least bit curious about this site, you can view our 2012 Annual Report Here.

OOO

 

Fluffy Is A Killer

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Most of the time when I am really curious about something, I would institute a survey on the issue and see what the results might be.  But I have discovered that survey’s usually are ineffective on webpages and most people do not respond.  The last survey we did here, was as follows:  380 views on the page, 88 viewers that day that were new to the site, and only 1 vote cast.

Pretty bad.  This is why we do not do surveys.

If you were however to do a survey on pets, I would guess that the majority of website owners or Internet habitants have a cat for a pet, versus a dog or some other animal.  I see them (cats) mentioned all the time in their respective posts and/or photo’s.  Having no real data to support this, I would venture an opinion that the cat is most likely, the number one pet in America.  But I do not know for sure.

Recently I read a survey on the felines.  Some the things it presented were surprising to say the least.  When let outside the typical house cat turns into a killing machine.  I would wager that most cat owners were unaware of that fact.  University of Georgia researchers made this discovery when they strapped a camera onto the collars of some 60 domestic cats.  During a period of a week or so, they intently observed what the feline’s were doing while outside.

They found that 44% of the cats when released from the home, immediately went hunting, but they only brought home about a quarter of their prey.  This incidentally was broken down into lizards, snakes, frogs, rabbits, chipmunks, and birds.  This survey is interesting in the fact that it presents us with a totally different look at our pets, and what they do when outside.

It suggests that previous estimates of damage that America’s 74 million house cats will do to wildlife in general (this does not take into account wild cats, feral cats which live wild).  It appears that previous estimates on the damage the cats were capable of was underestimated.

Remember the survey’s before did not include the animals the cats killed, ate or left behind.  All of this is important because why?  The American Bird Conservancy says that cat predation is one reason why one in three American bird species is in serious decline.

The camera footage also gives us a good glimpse into what it is that kitty does when it is outside and on the roam.  It also proves the old adage:  “Curiosity killed the cat.”

Surprisingly, cats are a danger to themselves.  The video shows them engaged in potentially life-threatening behaviors’ like crossing roads, eating and drinking unknown substances, and exploring tight spaces.

And here is the kicker in all this.  

Several of the cats in the survey, unbeknown to their owners, also routinely visited a second family for extra treats and petting.  Next time you finally succumb to the constant whining and persistent mind numbing meowing of Fluffy to get outside, when you open the door and let him/she out, think about what the damage to the environment you are doing this day.

Fluffy it seems is a natural hunter and killer, despite his purring demeanor and charm.

OOO

What folks have been reading this week at Creative Endeavors:

Home page / Archives  
Bikinis (The reason men are pigs)  
Looking Back On It All … 2012  
Missed Opportunities  
Christmas Last Year 2012  
Fluffy Is A Killer  
Lock N Load  
Mr. Gorsky  
The Worry Tree

Missed Opportunities

8-women-who-auctioned-off-their-virginityIsn’t it funny, how things work out?  Yesterday I am reading where a woman in Brazil has sold her virginity for the sum of $780,000.  More money than most of us have made when we lost our virginities for free.

It reminded me of when I came home from the service to discover that my mother had cleaned out my closet and thrown away all of my old comic books, my only resource at the time for some quick money, was now long gone to the city dump and she had a new sewing room.

Life is so unfair.

Anyway if you wish to read about Catarina Migliorini and how she sold off her V-Card (don’t ask) it can be found here.  (really makes you wonder what it is that I read in the quiet moments of the day doesn’t it?)

Driveway Quickie:  A florida woman says that someone stole her driveway.  Now I have heard of dry by’s, and all this other new urban nomenclature that seems to litter the landscape of America, but stealing a driveway, C’mon?

Do-Gooders:  One of the saddest things I saw recently was a Canadian County Deputy Sheriff standing guard over a little girl at the Salvation Army bucket outside of WalMart.  We have to put a guard on them now, because low life thieves come by and jack them up for the small black pot that you drop your change in.

It is my understanding however, that a man dropped a Krugerand (sp) in one the other day, and with the price of gold where it currently remains, this is a sizable contribution from someone with truly a rich and generous heart.

In Canada, recent lottery winners donated millions to their favorite deserving charities.  The lucky couple frankly stated “that they had everything that they needed” so they decided to share their good fortune with others.  An interesting read

Raspberries to Boulder Colorado.  The city fathers in Boulder, in their infinite wisdom have discovered a way to “tax the streets” you drive on.  Leave it up to a bunch of lop-sided thinking Politicians to figure out a new way to separate you from your money.  I like the part where they say “they could use the newly collected money for other things” besides the streets.

Washington DC.  Not to be out done by the recent Boulder taxation issue, Washington issued a new developing story on Aspirin.  Effective Jan 1, 2013, aspirin will be taxed under the Obama-Care program.  The only explanation was that they are white and they work.  No other reason was given.

Here is a sampling of CNN on Christmas Day.

As I make a clear cut conscious choice to be happy this day and do my very level best to provide something of a positive nature I am going to leave you with this tid bit.  Dan Blocker said that he portrayed the Hoss character in the television series Bonanza with a Stephen Grellet excerpt in mind: “We shall pass this way on Earth but once, if there is any kindness we can show, or good act we can do, let us do it now, for we will never pass this way again.”  A great deal of truth in that.

Have A Great Day!

OOO

Looking Back On It All … 2012

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We are sitting under a fresh blanket of snow, a white Christmas here in the Heartland.  I watch the birds out in the yard, pecking away at the food I put out for them, and see them hide behind an old tractor tire to get out of the fierce northern wind.  I am reminded of how fortunate I am in this life, and the hardships that I have to bear, seem to almost fade away when I look at their collective plight this cold winter day.

2012 was a pretty rough row to hoe for me, a lot of not so nice stuff happened to me personally in 2012.  I lost a couple of really good friends to cancer, lost some more or along the way quite by accident, and my money didn’t even slow down when it got to me.  Life takes it collective pound of flesh and I bled a little bit.  But I came out the other side, 2013 is right around the corner, nothing turns out the way you expect it to anyway.

“If everything went the way we wanted, the way we expected it all to be, that would be awfully boring. 

Wouldn’t you agree?”

Much too often in 2012 I found myself wanting to steal away to my secret place and lick my wounds.  I found myself tiring of this daily fare of mayhem, malfeasance in business and government, war, and violence in this country.  I would usually drift back a long ways in time to find the sustenance of hope my soul required, all the way back to the days of my youth, to endless summers, under a hot sun.

I guess we all want to backslide or go back to the time that we affectionately refer to as “The Good Old Days” that mythical time in our lives when things were considerably less stressful and simpler.  For my money, I am going to say it was better, at least for me it was.

Life was much slower — Violence in those days was almost unheard of.  There was a simple code, if you had a problem with someone, after school you met them in the park and you duked it out.  About the worse thing that could happen to you was a bloody nose.  I do not every recall anyone shooting anyone or even hearing of such a thing.  Disputes were settled quickly and fairly, at the Grove, about 3:30 P.M. after the last bell.

If you were really nasty or outright mean, they usually just locked you up. 

Period.

Here is the point, nothing has really changed about the accessibility of guns, but the character of the man.  Guns are somewhat harder to obtain than they used to be true, but the people who are buying them have changed considerably over the years.  America as far as guns has not changed all that much, in 2012 we again attained the status of being the #1 Arms Supplier on the planet.  Our lives may have changed, lifestyles radically altered, and the nation as such, became more violent (at least that is what the media coverage would have you to believe) each day.

Who needs or wants anything to do with that?

We no longer start our day in school with a pledge or a prayer, and traffic doesn’t back up on Sunday to make it difficult for anyone to get to the alter or our favorite seat in the pew down front.  We “claim to be a nation of Christians, but act like pagans” in our day to day lives.  Our churches are mainly empty and shallow, almost to the point of being museums.  Money is our god and greed is our lifestyle.

The good old days.

On any given day, you could walk through the high school parking lot and observe that half of the vehicles parked there were trucks with the windows down and the doors unlocked.  In rural America, most of these trucks carried as standard equipment, an FFA Sticker (Future Farmers Of America or a Wetland/Ducks America Decal in the back window) a gun rack with at least one gun (usually loaded).  You didn’t have to loop the chain around the spare tire, you didn’t need a locking gas cap.  People respected your stuff and you did the same.  If you got into trouble at school, then you were in BIG TROUBLE at home, before you even got home.

The America I live in now is not even a glimpse of what it used to be and I find that so sad.  There are no hero’s on our horizons for our youth to admire or emulate, we have no visible good guys left in society to look up to.  The argument that is so popular now …. “Is this a great country or what?” …. Is certainly not easy to sell here at home or abroad.

Although my memory regrettably not as sharp as it used to be, sometimes fools me into believing all of this is going to get better.  But deep down, I fear it is not.  I almost know it is not.  I am almost certain.  We have become lax (lazy) we do not pay attention to details.  We no longer teach our young the basic’s of civility.  They no longer respect their elders, the flag, authority, or have any kind of accountability to God.  All important notions when you wax fondly back to the “Good Old Days.”

As we turn another page and head off into a bright new future (at least that is what I am being told awaits us) I have no real idea if the “Good Old Days” were any better at all.  But please, please, do not try and convince me that these times we live in now are all that great.

They aint — And I just cannot buy into it.

OOO