Angel Wheeler

  • A New Body

    It made many trips down I-40 from Tahlequah to Pampa.  It rode in the passenger seat of a red dodge pickup and when that vehicle wore out, a yellow Chevy pickup.  When he died, it rode in the back of my vehicle one last time along with the potted plants sent with condolences and a… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #40—A Lizard Story with no Ending

    I first saw him as I was putting my portable air tankup up for the summer.  At first I thought he was a snake, “Omigosh!  Mister no shoulders,” I thought.  Then I saw it was a harmless brown lizard. Since that time, we have become friends of a sort.  Well, good enough friends that we… Read more

  • Preggo Update

    We are officially on the countdown.  Tomorrow we hit the 39 week mark.  Only one more to go.  Maybe.  And I am pleased to announce that I have finally crossed over into the land of excitement.  We went to the doctor yesterday for a sonogram and a check-in.  While I was working yesterday morning and… Read more

  • My dream

    Upcoming monumental events cause me a bit of angst, anxiety, and apprehension.  For example, each August I methodically prepare to meet a new group of second graders.  I hang posters, write out name tags, copy wonderfully engaging papers, plan ice breaking activities, and decorate my classroom door all in eager anticipation.  It seems that no matter… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #39

    “What’s old Duane doing now?” I asked. “Seventy-five years.” “Say what?” “Yep, 75 years in the Huntsville pen.” “He must have done something heavy.” “Yeah, it seems Duane got mixed up with some dope dealers down around Houston and they leaned on him a little, and you know ol’ Duane, he started to shove back… Read more

  • Change and Creation—my year in review

    I’m three days late, but I wanted to take some time and reflect on the year 2011. It’s long gone now,  but still deserves some time of remembrance. Any blogger worth their weight in blogging ability has already accomplished this feat, however, it’s me we’re talking about here. I began this post a couple of… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #38—-Random Thoughts of Bob

    It is 3:00 a.m. here in Stonebroke Acres.  I sit at a small table, my trusty Smith-Corona paused on ready, a steaming cup of java waits for my first sip as my weekly stint at observing the world around me takes shape once more. It is a good time, for quiet has descended.  The night… Read more

  • 22 days

    We’ve got 22 days remaining.  Twenty-two. Give or take 14 days here or there.  Tomorrow, our  little Emma will be considered full term at 37 weeks.  However I’m happy for her to bake a while longer.  Like 22 more days.  In the meantime, I’ve joined the flock of pinterest junkies.  There are some really great ideas on that… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #37—the bear and the bob

    Merry Christmas Eve, friends.  I hope this evening finds you all blessed with love and family.  It’s been a while since I’ve blogged, due to several reasons that I won’t bore you with, but hopefully you aren’t holding it against me.  I’ve had my supper consisting of grilled cheese, sweet pickles, and Classic Lays potato chips, which… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #36–relatives

    I’m so glad to have discovered a story from my dad to share with you today.  Months ago, my sister sent via her husband, a large canvas box filled with Tahlequah Times Journal newspapers from the years my dad worked there.  I thought I had shared all the “stories” and was left with sports articles of… Read more