Angel Wheeler

Life

  • In Memory of My Dad #20

    written on March 25, 1995 Recently I traveled to west and south Texas on “holiday” as my Scottish friend Jody Taylor calls it.  Actually it was more of a couple of days off work and more of a “spring break”.  I took highway 33 out of Sapulpa, Oklahoma intending to take the “blue highways” that… Read more

  • In Memory of my Dad #18—Happy Father’s Day!

    Although a week late, here is a delightful Father’s Day tribute written by my late dad. Enjoy! ********* A fellow that I know recently went home to West Texas and he can’t get over what his children did for him for Father’s Day, although it was Memorial Day. It began with a surprise invitation. His… Read more

  • Hope

    Tonight I was Master of the Remote Control— a title I don’t especially covet.  I don’t like Television for many reasons that I won’t go into, but tonight for an unknown reason, I decided to turn on the T.V. I started with The Singing Bee which made my heart happy.  I am a World-Class-Lyric-Maker-Upper, so… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #17

    Being Santa Claus Isn’t Always Easy, Unless You Believe by R.L. Briggs Commentary Speaking from past experience, one of the best things that can happen when you are playing Santa Claus is to get those baggy pants off, the whiskers out of your mouth and those phony bootees off your shoes. Nobody helps.  Everyone else… Read more

  • The Chickens

    My life has no D.R.A.M.A. Thank God.  I am approximately 18 days into my summer vacation and I am B.O.R.E.D. out of my G.O.U.R.D. Thank God. I would much rather be bored than have drama.  Hands down. My day consists of wakening, letting out the chickens, and going back to bed.  Re-awakening,  checking my facebook… Read more

  • In Memory of my Dad #16

    The laziness of summer causes my days to run together, but then I remembered today is Saturday, which means a story from Bob. Tear Gas Didn’t Go Over at Sonny’s Soul Kitchen That Night R.L. Briggs Though the details on your arrival are a bit fuzzy, the terrain is not all that unfamiliar, so you… Read more

  • Nobody Knows

    This morning I praised God. This evening I questioned Him. This morning I sat with the sunrise and read His Word. This evening I sat on a stump and cried real tears. This morning I sang, “Standing on the Promises.” This evening I sang, “Nobody Knows the Troubles I’ve Seen.” Join with me :Nobody Knows the Troubles… Read more

  • Fit Throwing at its Finest

    This morning I had a fit.  A wall-eyed, screaming MiMi, all-out tizzy fit.  The ugliest kind you can imagine.  Raised voice. Words that need to be beeped out.  Irrational behavior.  I might’ve even stomped my foot.  Actually I’m pretty sure I stomped my foot.  More than once.  I don’t even know what triggered it.  I have surmised either… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #12–When the goings got tough, the tough went over the hill

    When my wife, Anne, used to come home and find me gone, one of the children would say, “Dad has gone over the hill again.”  That would mean things at home had become a trifle thick and I’d walked out on the family once more. No, I don’t mean walked out for good, but I’m impatient… Read more

  • Mumbo jumbo

    If you could see me as I write this, you would find me sitting in my car in a McDonald’s parking lot (I heard they have free wi-fi), partly killing time before I go to a teachers banquet, and partly trying to blog about nothing. I missed blogging Sunday, Mother’s day, the easiest day of… Read more