What I can be if only!

BRIDGEPORT, OKLAHOMA

United States Post Office,

A drawer of distinct age smell and aroma.

My development is a historic process.

The town itself, almost hit glory.

See the view yourself what is left.

Me, the drawer that could tell plenty of stories.

Please look beyond the stressed.

Bridgeport almost became a booming crowed town.

A lady named Cleo Beatrice Utterback, stepped down,

Her first step in Oklahoma, at the age of ten.

Her parents and sister with her.

Came on a train they did 1901, then.

Lines going through Bridgeport included,

Choctaw, Oklahoma, Gulf RR(becomes Rock Island) plus these secluded,

Enid and Anadarko Railways(later called Rock Island). 

Her father was a mercantile man of high end.

Homesteaded fertile land of the Canadian River.

Eventually they moved to Oklahoma City.

Bridgeport still has plenty to say. Plenty to blend

Stories or history that makes one quiver.

How about a little ditty?

What can a drawer of the post office

still offer, from Bridgeport, Oklahoma?

Maybe a history pocket?

Without any drama, recycle in mind, always wanted to be a frame.

That is it.  This woman that picked me out of the mess an fuss.

Has a hankering to redo me.

A plan to sand

Off the old, hope to gain some fame. 

On the outside black paint by a brush.

Inside white color with sprinkles of glitter.

Then deduct the wood on my bottom.

Replace the wood with glass and a sleak back.

Then I am a frame to pictures of Bridgeport, Oklahoma

Pleasant memory married to this craft idea. 

Bridgeport postal drawer will live on; I hope in a galleria.

Don't forget this is close to the bridge filmed in the Grapes of Wrath,

A film about  Oklahomans that took a well known path.

This is a picture of a house, the gas pumps taken out.

But shows you more of that 30's era of gas station history.

Just a drawer I am, but my aspiration is for you to enjoy,

This poem and keep Bridgeport in your head before more is destroyed.

Son, "Do you prefer my Mini Pad!"

Helping my son with his emersion into an Oklahoma History inclusive classroom, a phrase came out of my mouth that seemed so wrong!

My son, Tanner, is taking the tests and quizes with no accomadations.  I am helping him organize information about the chapter.  What to do?  Figure out what works for him and so on. 

How to study a chapter  ******

I will attache a copy of how to study for a chapter test if you are interested.  However, I intend to right a complete blog post on that.

His coach/teacher said it was okay to let him use his phone or an IPAD.   That is when this came out of my mouth, "Would you prefer to use my Mini pad?"  I had asked him about the phone and IPAD also.   WHEN THAT CAME OUT I thought that is bad.

THIS     OR  THIS   ?**

Anybody else had this expereince?

**(note registered trademarks Kotex and Apple have regarding use of  "mini pad" and these images)

******see another post for a copy of this 

GETTING ORGAINZED THIS YEAR IN PICTURES

This year I am getting organized.  Planning to fit soon, is in the list of things to do.  One thing I am learning is that my All or Nothing Thinking is something I must change.  This means when I have gotten way too far behind.....that I must catch up in one day......resulting in pulling the covers over my head and staying in bed depressed. Realing the idea of being perfect is too hard to attain.  That said once I get in a routine and back into an organized system, I do great.

My son with autism has a counselor that demands the chore list be visual.  Attempting to remove the negative conatation of chores, I am listing them as household chores.   Tanner, my son, has to realize that Dad has a hard job which means he is excused from some of the chores.  I am at home and catergorized as Disabled.  My wreck in 2008 left me in this label.  My son must learn this means I can't do what I did before the wreck.   Now see my "Getting Organized in Pictures!"  The next part in the series will be checklist in picutes.

The hooks have all the chores in the house broken down into pictures and everything that must be done in each room or area.

Laundry schedule

Trash schedule

Utility Room

Kitchen

Living room

Computer room

Garage and yard

Our bathroom (one of two)

Tanner's bathroom (one of two)

Tanner's bedroom

Our Bedroom

Getting Organized in Pictures

La Jolla Beach San Diego

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“I DID NOTHING WRONG!”

Divorce I declare on November 25th of this year.

“If you stay I will comply!” you said.

Will my age be 95 when this I see and hear?

“I did nothing wrong!” I get all this junk from your head.

Reasonable I planned to be.

Setting some words in pencil.

Even when inside I hadn’t a “Yippee.”

Glad these words were not set in stencil.

One day a week exercise with an Fitness Instructor.

Find a church and attend.

Two times a month on Sundays I direct.

Wednesday I penned.

Date night,

Family night, time,

Couples therapy I write.

Family counseling I chime.

Tanner, a prime consideration.

We each have our own page.

While we need to tune to the same station.

Seems to me I parent around your rages.

Judge me plenty in this marriage.

If you are a Christian and fill in plenty of blanks.

Can we find a carriage,

To carry us where God ranks and we give thanks?

Whose is this baby?

Was your reply to my telling you of my pregnancy.

What does that imply to me maybe?

Great way to start the gestation.

Your way or the highway,

Has been how it seems

Our marriage a flyby,

My behavior says to you. Blowing to smithereens.

I am not lily white.

Marriage takes two.

Perfection is a quest that people must hold.  Allright I did bite.

After a bit, I bet we both blew.

Attention you want.

Tis not Tanner you are for him to prosper.

Only wanting to flaunt.

Called it Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy and like a cosper.

No to church choir.

Hated my enrolling in swimming, karate and many other sports.

Attention you said I wished to acquire.

Forbid me to run for PTA President, threatening me for some reason you’d report.

The house was always yours in title.

Shuffling aside the promise to buy a new house once married.

I didn’t do this or that which was vital.

How I felt as if I’d been buried.

When will you be home?

You were late.

Where is my tomb?

Was I mistake but your love appeared as if hate.

Plenty on our plate, for sure,

We must do,

In finding a cure,

After saying “I do!”

Already, you have stated the fitness instructor you aren’t ready for.

I, in good faith, agreed to remain for three months and try.

Let us remember it isn’t war.

Hope and faith should keep us from cries and saying bye.

Your barter was to walk the dog,

With me two or three times a week,

For 15 minutes to 30 minutes, A fog

Was not your state of mind or your critique.

One day you proclaim,

If it is going to be like this,

We won’t be part of the marriage game.

I pray we can find bliss.

You think I keep bringing up the past,

Nagging without forgiving.

However, there is a contrast.

Purposely, getting at anger thrown out isn’t how I will be living.

I asked you to write down your wants and desires.

Of all things I haven’t forgotten God first is a must.

We must put out many fires while relighting a major fire.

A wind gust of marriage thrust is needed that we trust.

Remember, telling me I couldn’t take Tanner

By himself on a vacation.

One big banner,

Is that I can do this type of migration.

Our marriage has lots of problems.

I promise to convey,

My love and earnest,

Struggle to succeed.

God states anything is possible

Through Christ.

Thinking we agree on most of the doctrinal,

Principles from the bible, we must pay the price.

Forgetting and forgiving,

Yes, I concur,

Without misgivings.

If you and I finally understand each other without it being a blur.

God, with faith,

We pray and ask,

To hear what you saith.

Vowing to endure any task.

San Diego Skyline and Bay from Midway

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