Childhood Memory Closing

I was never a Boy Scout.  I wanted to date a few Girl Scouts!  I soon realized that by joining the Boy Scouts there would be no “mixers” or exclusive rights or easy access to the Girl Scouts.  This is false advertising in my opinion.  I never understood why others do not think as I do.  So I did not join.

To know me would be to understand that as a young teenager I had two thoughts:

  1.  Have fun
  2.  Meet girls.  Try and woo girls.  And everything that Webster says ‘woo’ means.

I was always mesmerized by girls.  So if I could meet girls then I would have fun…  Boy scouts didn’t offer either.

Regardless.  They are closing down a Houston Boy Scout Institution, Camp Strake.


Why do you think I care???  Because I have two great memories from this place.  And they both fit snuggly into my two teenage categories; fun and girls.

Back in 1983ish when I was 13-14 years of age.  I was indoctrinated into the Methodist Chuch through Confirmation.  This was a relatively easy process of accepting God.  Most of my peers at the church joined Confirmation to focus on God. Don’t get me wrong, I am a Christian and I did (and still do) fully accept God as my savior.  I just had a side benefit to Confirmation.  I could spend a week at Camp Strake with my buddies in one cabin and the girls that were going through the process in the next cabin.  Think about this!  A cornucopia of fun… God, Girls, and Fun!

Boy did we have fun!  We studied, we ate in fellowship, we prayed, we told stories of our lives, etc…  And we sang!   But after the organized activities concluded we had “free time”.

Free time consisted on my trying to figure out a way to convince little Kathy Wheatley, beautiful creature with snow white blond hair, how to allow me to kiss and fondle her.  I often think back and reminiscence about her… or maybe fantasize?  I lost track of her after that glorious week at Camp Strake but still think of her.

Bed-time came and lights went out.  My two best friends that happened to be brothers, Jason and Jeff, made a distraction so I could slip out the window and meet little Kathy Wheatley.  Kathy and I wandered down on the dock of the small pond.  Bathing in the moonlight I fell in love for one of the hundreds of times in my life.  Thank you little Kathy Wheatley for the memory.

Sneaking back in the window, I fell onto the bunk that Jeff was sleeping in.  This created a huge ruckus.  Candy, cookies, pillows, crap started to fly across the bunks.  A huge throwing fight ensued.  Damn we must have been loud.  The associate preacher (our chaperone) busted in the room clad in boxers and socks.  B.T. Williams began to shout for us to shut up!  We all pelted him with our full arsenal.  His anger disappeared as he dove behind Jason’s bunk and joined in the fight!  I’ll always respect Rev. BT.  Not only for his mentorship but his ability to have fun.  On the bus ride back Rev BT walked by me, placed his hand on my shoulder and whispered, “She is a cute one… Did you enjoy the pond in the moonlight?”  Then walked away.

Thank you Camp Strake for the opportunity.  Thank you Rev BT.  Thank you Jeff.  Rest in Peace Jason.

I drive by Camp Strake on I-45 often and think of that experience.  The road sign that announced the exit is something that will no longer be there.


Writing this blog has me thinking again.  This is usually when I get into the most trouble with life.

We are a couple weeks away from the court date that finalizes the end of our 21 year marriage.  January 13, 2015 to be exact.  No arguments, no fights, no drama.  I already turned in the divorce decree, took the parenting class (mandatory in our county), and paid the court fees (not to mention my attorney fees to write the decree).  All I need to do is go to court and the judge will electronically sign the decree and I can purchase a certified copy from the courts for $1.00 a page.  (41 pages total)   Oh joy!

This is it?

I keep watching tv shows and there is a lot of dysfunctional couples that always fight harder to win the girl back, etc…. Did I fight hard enough?  Who is supposed to tell me this?  But I really don’t want it back. Or do I?

I kinda like my isolation.  My gut tells me to move on.  I try and listen to my gut.  It keeps me going forward, usually.  These thoughts and emotions are raw.  Exposed, isolated, but mostly just raw.

How does one know?  What if I am making a mistake?  Life is just a crap shoot.  Roll the dice, smile along the way.

The girls went back to their mothers today.  I am alone all day.  No work, no responsibilities (other than taking Fred, adopted dog, out to take care of his business)… Nothing.  NO noise

I miss the noise.  But then again I don’t.

What stage of grief is this?

Let me go back to my life motto.  You may have heard it before.

Is the juice worth the squeeze?

I honestly don’t think that if T walked to my door with her emotions exposed and begging to return to what we had before that I would take it.  I don’t think the juice would be worth the squeeze.

I saw the movie, The Girl Next Door, many years ago.  I watched this scene and I thought of my relationship with T at the time.  I remember having to convince myself that the juice was worth the squeeze…. Then I just shook it off to everyone has small doubts.  Or do they?

Kevin Sumlin Dismisses Michael Richardson From Texas A&M Football, Also Fires Pool Boy

I was going to write an article about the Texas A&M game and one of my favorite college football coaches, Kevin Sumlin. But this blog does it better… Thanks, The Big Lead

2:00 AM and the Razorbacks Win – Never Yield

I am just returning home from the Texas Bowl.  The Arkansas Razorbacks completely destroyed the Texas Longhorns.  It was embarrassing for the poor Longhorns.  Great for the Hogs!!!

So, I’m still pumped and wired.  But Fred, the adopted dog, was locked in his crate for 11 hours.  He is shitting liquid and some of it got on my bed spread.  So, the sheets and bedding are all in the wash.  The joys of having a dog.  If you feed it; it will shit.

I can’t tell you how many times I called the hogs and sang the Arkansas Fight Song.  They have a line that they have adopted as one of their many slogan which is just awesome…


Great game.  Great fun with the girls and my father… plus my nephew!


The group

hogs hogs2 hogs3 hogs4 hogs5 hogs7

What a night!

10 Ways to Come Up With a Blog Post

This blogger cracks me up. Be careful of the blog shart.

My 1st Online Date!

This is a positive post!  Get ready…  grip the arms of your chair, plant your feet firmly on the ground as you sit, and take a deep breath…

As I told you in the post yesterday, I met someone on  We texted back and forth for about an hour yesterday afternoon. The hellos, and how are yous, do you like peanut butter and jelly, how many kids you got, do you have a stalker ex-husband?    After I guess passing the questions phase test, we decided to make a date for brunch on Sunday (today).  I quickly went into a cold sweat panic because I HAD TO WATCH THE TEXANS.  I didn’t want to sound like a mouth-breathing, red-neck, oil field trash, football fanatic (which I am).  So I threw the ole’ “my girls are excited about watching the football game with me tomorrow”.  Can we make this “brunch” closer to the breakfast side?


So plans were drawn, the planets aligned, my sphincter relaxed and we ended with plans to meet at a little breakfast house in small-town Tomball, Texas at 10:00 am.

This morning I verified we were still “a go” and drove off looking dapper in my new Eddie Bauer shirt, jeans and Ariat boots.  Secretly, I wanted to paint my face the Texans colors and wear my JJ Watt jersey and my camo crocs. Maybe carry my homemade sign saying ‘Jacksonville Bites Elephant Dung!’   But I didn’t think that was appropriate.


This is my first time to meet an online “date” before.  So I have to admit I was a little anxious.  Around the time I arrived in the parking lot of The Egg and I, I was thankful I used an extra swipe of my Old Spice.

Waiting for me in a booth was a cute petite brunette!  I was surprised and happy all at the same time.  She had her eyes glued to the door waiting expectantly.  She jumped up and gave me a hug and the conversation flowed with no issues!


We plan to go out on the town one evening next week when both our kids are with our respected ex spouses.

Good times


Tools for a New Year

My father, literary genius and published author, always sends out an email each year.  Instead of telling you about it, I will repost it.  All credit goes to my father, Terry.


As has become my custom in relatively recent years, I again provide my annual public service by attaching the lyrics to “Auld Lang Syne” complete with a modern translation.


Brother Robert Burns, the prophet of international brotherhood, was a poet, patriot, Mason, and song writer.  He died in Dumfries, Scotland at the age of 37 on 21 July, 1796.  Some 12,000 people from all walks of life attended his funeral.  Burns had not only the vision of a better world, but the capacity to articulate that message.  He was a revolutionary reformer, a vigorous and tireless opponent of oppression, privilege, hypocrisy, and racism.  He is not only for Scotland, but for all the world; he was one of that small band who wrote for all time and for all people.  He left to the world teachings of brotherhood, honesty, pride, and the interdependence of love and friendship.  He voiced the spirit of equality and was unswerving in his devotion to liberty.  If only political parties, commercial organizations, and individuals would adopt his personal credo: “Whatever mitigates the woes, or increases the happiness of others, this is my criterion of goodness, and whatever injures society at large, or any individual in it, this is my measure of iniquity!”


So lift a “guide willie waught” and bring in 2015 singing boldly and fervently this age old hymn of love and friendship.  It is my wish for you and yours a most happy and prosperous new year.


Attached is the song… Click link

Auld Lang Syne


Or you can sing along: