Angel Wheeler

postaday2011

  • Eleanor’s 2nd bday letter

    Dear Eleanor, Happy 2nd birthday my precious one! You and me, we stayed up past our bedtime last night, you snuggled on my shoulder, and watched videos of your little life. There you were blowing out your candles, and there you were showing me how high you could jump, squatting low and raising up but… Read more

  • Gobble, Gobble, Wobble

    It’s the most wonderful time of the year.  Yes, I know the song refers to the Christmas season, but I disagree.  I believe the Thanksgiving season is the most wonderful time.  It is my favorite by far.  This thanksgiving, 2011, I am blessed beyond my wildest comprehension.  There has been loss. And there has been gain. … Read more

  • In memory of My Dad #35

    Written November 25, 1993 by my dad Bob Briggs while writing for the Tahlequah Daily Times Journal It’s almost December and pheasant season is about to open the panhandle of Texas.  Pheasant season only stays open for two weeks there, so you’d better get out and get some while the season is open. Pheasant are… Read more

  • Lessons from Gus

    Lonesome Dove is one of my favorite movies.  It’s in my top five for sure, right up there with Gone With the Wind and Pulp Fiction.  If you’ve never seen Lonesome Dove, rent it sometime—someday when you have about 5 hours to spare.  Augustus McCrae is an endearing character who, in my opinion, makes the… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #33—Armadillo

    No matter how many times I leave Tahlequah, I’m always ready to return to the old hometown—but first, I had a commitment to some friends in another town to take care of before my departure for home. I had already said goodbye to my two daughters, and after a rousing night in Donny Duree’s bar, I said… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #32–Arm Wrestling

    Sports events that take place in bars include wet t-shirt contests, women’s mud wrestling, chug-a-lug contests, belch offs and arm wrestling. What makes them different from normal sports is their spirit of bawdy, drunken democracy. Anyone can join in. Arm wrestling has long been a favorite way for men to match strength since big muscles… Read more

  • Blessings

    I have a hot drink, a quiet house, and a long to-do list, but I’m going to sit a minute and write.  I miss blogging.  If I had my ‘druthers, I’d stay home, write everyday, and make preserves; or some other similar lost art.  It sounds idyllic, but I’m sure it would get old after a… Read more

  • J-Dub’s Burfday

    Today my sweet husband turns 38 years old. Remember when you were a little kid and made homemade cards?  I’m still doing that.  Especially after I’ve already gotten home from town and forgotten the dang thing. He’s not home yet, because he’s still working.  That’s what he does.   Works his butt off.  The word… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #31

    “Not even God can hit a one iron” –Lee Trevino This is true.  Most golfers don’t even carry one of these bloody things in their bag.  The one iron is a confidence crusher, a fear trip not to be believed, an almost certain guarantee of shame, failure, dumbness and humiliation if you ever have to… Read more

  • hehe, haha

    My present condition allowed me to find this a tad bit humorous. Read more