My Little Blog


Several subscribers to this webpage are genuine English professors.  Yes, it is true.  Often in the wee hours of the morning, I will giggle and snicker to myself when I write something, as I know it is going to raise an eyebrow somewhere for sure.

But that is the way it goes, first your money and then your clothes.

Last year I had one particular person that wrote me constantly to ensure that I realized the placement of an apostrophe was in the correct position.  It never did sink in, and she kind of faded off into the sunset of life, never to be heard from again.

Others have gotten very vocal about it, which I don’t believe is fair, I don’t go over to their house and try and rearrange their furniture.  I know (or hope) they are doing this in my best interests.

Our youngest boy called and checked in this weekend.  He is thirty-nine years old, father of three, a man of the cloth in Houston, Texas.  During the conversation he will always interject “How’s your little blog doing Dad?” which rankles me to some extent, but I never allow him the pleasure of really knowing what effect it has on me.  I consider it a “body of work” something of an accomplishment, and I rate it a lot higher than a “little” anything.

Smiling my toothy smile, I work it over in my mind and I reply, “Oh, it is doing just fine son, how is the family?” and I let it go.  Creative Endeavors is my baby … It isn’t much … But it is all I got.  The material is good, it makes people smile from time to time, often the comments are favorable, outside criticism is no big deal, and I let him know it in short order on most days.

Before I did this, I wrote a union paper that was entitled The Flynn Flyer, ten pages a month, consistently month after month.  It was read mostly by railroad men in 24 states and 3 provinces in Canada.  It never won an award, public recognition, or any kind of notice in the publishing world.  The best we could possibly hope for was maybe, somewhere, someone would take a magnet shaped in the image of a banana or a piece of fruit, and stick it to a refrigerator.  In short … Pulitzer Prize material it was not.

But it got read, it got things done, it made the world a better place, and in the end, that was good enuff.

This was also an exciting period of my life, that I can now look back upon and reflect.  At this time, the boy was in college.  He came to me one day and said, “Dad, would you read my paper and give me your opinion on what it needs or doesn’t need?” So I said, “Sure, give it to me and I will let you know.”

The next day, at breakfast he inquired of me, “What did you think of my paper?” and I replied, “Seriously?  You want to know?” and he said, “Yes.  I have to turn it in soon.” As gently as I could I told him I thought it needed some punching up, it was kind of weak.

This of course did not sit well with the lad, and he said rather tersely “Well, why don’t YOU write it and show ME how it is done.” So I re-wrote the piece and gave it to him the next day, he looked it over and replied, “Hmmmm, I never considered some of this stuff Dad.  This is good.” (Oh my gawd, an actual compliment from the younger generation that knows it all … who would’ve thunk thet?)

A few weeks later, I inquired of him, “Did you ever turn in the paper?” and he said, “Yeah, two weeks ago.”

My curiosity getting the best of me I gave him that careful stare, kind of like a one-eyed cat in a fish market and said, “Who’s paper did you submit, yours or mine?” (Tell me I don’t know my kid) and he weakly replied, “I turned in your paper Dad, it was the best of the two.  I didn’t want to do it all over again.”

So I asked him, flat-out, “What did I get?” He smiled, and then replied, “You got a B+ Dad.”

Now and then, when I get an email ripping me on my site and my abilities, I just sit back in my chair, and I muse this little slice of life over in my mind.  It makes me smile, and to this day I still think about it …. and of course you know the rest don’t-cha … My little blog is doing just fine.

“In order that people may be happy in their work, these three things are needed.  They must be fit for it.  They must not do too much of it. And they must have a sense of success in it.”

John Ruskin, quoted in the New York Post.

Thank you so much for dropping by today and allowing me to share this with you, have a great day.  One last thing in closing, if it is humanly possible try and make this little blog a letter perfect start to your week.  That would really make my day.


Heatin Up … Tax Free.

Been an interesting week. I have experienced only two emotions and they were: “Joy and Indigestion.” Once again, my world is void of God’s and Hero’s, and in its place, I have one’s and zero’s. Such is bloggin.

Lot of flack this week about McSame’s commercials about the “Hollywood Elitist” attitude toward Obammer and all that. What a bunch of garbage. I mean who gives a rat’s patooie what Madonna, Cher, Brad Pitt or any of those Hollywood types have to say about anything. They are actors; some of them are hardly that, what they are not … are political experts on anything.

Why should the media care about what is most of the time, clearly an out of context celebrity comment. Why should this be considered news in the first place? Think about it. Acting is the most minor of all the gifts on the planet, Shirley Temple could do it when she was only four.

Personally I don’t really care if David Hasselhoff supports this candidate or the other. These people are actors, last I heard, so what is the big stink about. They have already run this presidential race into the ground anyway.

2nd of August, time for the annual local media blitz on “How Hot It Is!”

Every year at this time, the media in Oklahoma seems to concentrate on “how hot it is” and have you perhaps noticed. This is the time of the year when they send the junior reporter out to try and fry an egg on the sidewalk. Every year, as it has for possibly millions of years, summer arrives and it gets hot. Then our local media goes collectively insane, and each one picks up on it, and the first thing you know, the hottest topic in town, is how hot it is …… Outside.

This is the time of the year when I eagerly anticipate the arrival of cicadas (Katy Dids) and watch for dragon flies heading south, this tells me the suffering is almost over and it is going to cool off. But for now, the heat continues and the reporters drone on and on ………

This to be followed by the annual OU Football has their first practice session … Which player has broken his/her parole and is no longer on the squad or has lost their eligibility. Always something going down here in Oklahoma. Some go to college to get an education, unfortunately here, some of them take biology for two years in a row, just to eat the specimens and play football.

They ought to have a class in college to prepare you for the real world.

They should have a class, Humanity 101. How to stand in the express line at China Mart with MORE than 20 items. How to talk on the cellphone at the Post Office. Going comatose at the DMV. Why it is much easier in life to “highlight everything with black magic marker.” How jury duty could possibly turn your brain to oatmeal.

So even tho’ it is hot, there is an upside.

Kids are headed back to school, this is one benefit of August, school starts early in Oklahoma and the kids get back to school. Which brings with it excitement, and anxiety to a few, but most importantly, unfettered joy and relief to parents. You get to get rid of the little darlings for a few hours a day, and if you have one that is college bound, prepared for it or not, they head out this time of the year.

Parents benefit too.

They can no longer sit around and complain about being bored. Now they get to sign up for carpools, childcare, label new clothing and supplies, and try their best to get a kid to go to bed when the sun is still up, in order to be rested for school the next day.

The old school bell is about to ring, so it is once again time, to study hard, learn, textbooks, essays, and exams for a few years or flippin’ burgers for the next fifty … Choice is up to you. I heard of a guy who sent his kid to the OU Law School and after he graduated, he sued his parents for wasting seven years of his life.

So much for higher education huh?

Oklahoma also has at this time of the year, “tax free day” where school supplies and back to school items are tax free. This is where they do their level best to get Joe Taxpayer suckered into believing he is getting something for nothing. But as with all government gambits, there is also a catch 22.

You get it tax free if it is “one hundred dollars or less” so underwear, pencils, paper, cheap stuff is tax free. Big ticket items like computers, high dollar clothes, designer tennis shoes that cost as much as a good used car, you have to pay a tax on that. Sorry Charlie.

Aren’t y’all proud of me, I didn’t say one dog-gone thing about oil, gasoline, Bush, Cheney, Iraq, Iran, Condoghleezah, global warming, the economy, illegal wars, polar bears, Viagra, boobies, ED (Electoral Dysfunction), or mid life depression. The medicine might be working after all.

See ya on Monday.