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Every Day Brings Something New….

Friday, August 12th, 2011

I met the new family next door on Wednesday.  Interestingly enough, they are moving from Tulsa to Bartlesville, as she works for Conoco Phillips and doesn’t like the drive.  Hmm.  I know that feeling!  Seven years of driving an hour and 50 miles each way too and from work can take a toll on someone.  Me, specifically….

Number 2 called me today to tell me that her and her friend, Stephanie, had found an apartment and were going to move in over the weekend.  Good job, Number 2!  Now I have my two oldest living on their own….

Speaking of Number 1, she seems to be enjoying life in the dorm and the independence it brings….

Changes: The Fast And The Furious!

Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

There have been so many changes in my life the past week, that I flat out haven’t had the time to post anything, I mean anything, on this beloved blog, and I apologize.

I found out last Wednesday that they were moving our offices – on Thursday!  In fact, I found out at about 3:30 in the afternoon!  They had been talking about moving us since the beginning of the year, and it was always “It will be two more weeks!”  Well, the big day finally arrived!  Of course, there was a teeny tiny logistical issue that kind of fell through the cracks – I did not have a key to the new digs, and I did not know anything, I mean anything at all, about what kind of furniture I had at the new digs.  It makes it quite difficult to move into a new office when you really haven’t a clue as to what the new office looks like and how much space you will have. 

First thing Thursday morning, they took my computer and phone, so until pretty much yesterday, I have been computer-less, as they forgot to hook me back up to the network when I moved.  The phones?  Well, our phones still do not work properly, which means every single call goes directly to voicemail, much to the chagrin of citizens who think I am being a first-class jerk and not answering my phone.  In four days’ time I had fourteen voice mail messages; that’s a lot of blooming messages!

The second big change is that we found out yesterday that the house next to us has finally sold and will be occupied before the week is out.  Given that I’ve lived in my house going on three years, and the house next door has been vacant since I moved in, this is a big deal for me.  While it has been kind of nice to not have neighbors next door, quite frankly, I look forward to the house being occupied and having neighbors.  And given that they have five children all around the ages of my children, that will be very nice, indeed!  Of course, I will have to give up my parking space, as I have been parking in their driveway for the past three years, but that is a small price to pay for having neighbors.

The biggest change that happened this past week is that my lovely daughter Jacqueline, Number 1, moved out and into the dorms at Rogers State University in Claremore.  While Claremore is only an hour away, which means that I really could go a visit pretty much anytime I want, the drive home was one of the saddest hours I’ve experienced.  Whenever I have left the house with Jacqueline, I have always returned with her, so we are adjusting to not having her around anymore.  However, she is, so far, enjoying being on her own, and it was time.  Of course, as is always the case in my life, there is always a sense of balance, as Elizabeth, the wayward Number 2, has been visiting more frequently.  She has decided to put college on hold for a year until she figures out EXACTLY what she wants to do, as her immediate focus is finding an apartment and a job.

There are several more big changes that are coming soon, like within the next six weeks, so stay tuned….

Coming Out Of The Neanderthal Age

Tuesday, July 26th, 2011

It has now been 24 hours since I got my iPhone.  While I resisted getting it, I mut say I understand now why Number 1 likes it so much.  Sunshine was looking at it last night, and asked if I could upgrade her, too.  I told her if she is a really really good girl, then Santa might bring her one for Christmas!

I found a huge benefit, since my iPhone is hooked up to my city e-mail.  Since I spend much of my day out in the field, I come back into the office and am inundated with e-mail.  Today was the first day in the seven years I have been with the city that that didn’t happen, as I was able to address e-mail questions immediately with the iPhone.  This is a huge plus for me, for today, instead of spending an hour or so on the computer answering my daily e-mail backlog, I had no backlog, and could spend that hour clearing out the backlog of some of the work that I have piling up on top of my desk.  I figure that in a couple of weeks, I should pretty much be caught up with it all!

With the iPhone, a computer really does become, for the most part, rather Neanderthal, as I can do most of what I do on my desktop from wherever I am at as long as I get a couple of bars. 

And since Number 1 has one, she showed me a few tricks, that I passed onto my coworkers who are navigating this strange new world of the smart phone with me.

Isn’t It Ironic?

Tuesday, July 19th, 2011

Okay, maybe it’s not ironic, per se, but just plain bizarre.  The other day, I was driving home listening to my Alanis Morissette CD.  It was on the song “Head Over Feet” when I popped it out, and, to my surprise, I was still hearing “Head Over Feet”.  Hmmm.  I looked at the CD case, and there was the CD.  Double hmmm!  It turns out, that at the exact time I was listening the “Head Over Feet” on CD, it was playing on the radio station I was tuned to, so when I popped out the CD, the radio came on and the exact same song was playing!  Even weirder, it was at the exact same place in the song, so I didn’t miss a beat!

It’s The End Of The World As We Know It!

Thursday, July 14th, 2011

ConocoPhillips announced today that it is breaking itself up into two piece – a exploration and production company and a refining and marketing company.  This is a huge deal to Bartlesville.  Say hello to depressed home prices, high unemployment, and a lingering economic malaise, a la Ponca City.  And poor Ponca City.  You might as well stick a fork in it and call it done!

Ironically, the second betrayal of Bartlesville is being perpetrated by the same villian who did it the first time, Jim Mulva.  It was in 2002, as the CEO of Phillips Petroleum, that Mulva decided that in order to survive Phillips must merge with Conoco, and then proceeded to move the headquarters, along with several thousand employees, to Houston.  Got to get bigger and merge or die, was the argument.  Can’t stay in Oklahoma, it’s just not international enough.  No access to airports, even though Tulsa, a mere 45 minutes from Bartlesville, has a fine airport.  And an international one, too, thus the moniker “Tulsa International Airport”.  To make the betrayal easier, Mulva promised that the combined company would have a strong presence in Oklahoma for decades to come, as it will not falter!  Too big to fail, and that kind of rot!  Of course, while the rascal was talking nice to us, he was laughing with his chums about how those stupid Okies bought the bologna-sausage hook, line, and sinker.  And we did!  So, we went from having 10,000 employed in Bartlesville and several thousand employed in Ponca City to 3,500 in Bartlesville and 850 in Ponca City.

Well, Mulva has announced that he is retiring next year.  And, as is customary, much of his retirement is in stock.  Now, being a smart man, he wants to boost the stock prices as much as he can.  If you have been following the stock of ConocoPhillips the past several years, its performance has been lackluster at best, as the company has been weighed down with a huge amount of debt due to poor acquisitions.  Also, the value of shares was rather diluted.  So, Mulva decided to sell the poor assets and take the cash to buyback stock, thus increasing stock value.  The problem is that he couldn’t find any buyers for some of the assets.  What to do, what to do.

Marathon Oil was in a similar situation, and devised an ingenious plan – it lumped all of it underperforming assets together, and spun them off as a new company.  Brilliant!  So, today, Mulva, the man who said that Phillips was just too small and had to merge with Conoco to survive, decided that ConocoPhillips is just too large to survive and it must be smaller!  So, he took the underperforming assets, the refining and marketing operations, and expelled them, or should I say made them a new company!  And, wouldn’t you know, prices of ConocoPhillips stock jumped at the news.  Imagine that!  With a stroke of the pen, Mulva just raised the value of his retirement by millions of dollars!

Of course, in doing so, he threw Oklahoma under the bus yet again.  The 3,500 employees are for the combined company.  Many of these employees will not be needed by either of the two smaller companies.  More than likely, the new companies will headquarter in Houston, and those Oklahoma employees attached to the management of the divisions that will soon become independent companies will go to Houston as well.

What will really shock the Bartlesville economy is the removal of the corporate money.  Big corporations give big money; smaller corporations, not so much.  Pretty much every entity in Bartlesville, the schools, the churches, the scouts, the arts, rely heavily on donations from ConocoPhillips.  When ConocoPhillips ceases to exist in a few months, those donations will cease to exist as well.  The effect of the breakup will ripple through every aspect of the local economy.  The grand new hotel which was built to please ConocoPhillips will no longer be needed, because there will no longer be a ConocoPhillips to serve.  Dance schools, gymnastic schools, and other such entities which serve the children of ConocoPhillips employees will cease to exist, as there will be no more children to serve.  The schools, both private and public, which rely on ConocoPhillips to help operate, will find themselves prostate; programs will be gutted, schools will be closed.   Bartlesville will be a shell of itself.

There is hope, however.  If Bartlesville embraces the metropolis to the south, and redefines itself from a stand-alone city to the coolest and trendiest of Tulsa’s suburbs, it will weather the storm.  It will take a lot of effort and the willingness of the ruling elite to cede their grip on power and control and accept their new role as vassals to Tulsa.  This is the only hope for Bartlesville to survive and thrive and not suffer the slow, depressing, unavoidable  stagnation that is occurring 75 miles to the west in Ponca City.

Some Like It Hot; I Do Not!

Tuesday, July 12th, 2011

Sunday it was 109 degrees.  Around 3:15 PM, during the hottest part of the day, I was glazing a window in the shady back side of the house.  Suddenly, I heard a loud “CRACK!”  Then my daughter peeked her head out of the back door and asked me what I did, because the power went out.  Well, I was glazing a window, and that doesn’t cause power outages.  So, Number 6 and I walked down the street to see what happened, and there it was – one of the arms holding up some of the lines spontaneously broke, and those lines fell on the lines below, shorting the whole thing out. 

I did the best I could to maintain the cool inside the house, but eventually nature won, and so I had to open up all the windows.  Yes, there was a breeze, but it was a blast-furnace hot breeze.  So, not having any power, and not having anything to do, we took refuge in the basement, where it was comfortable.  And we actually spent time as a family!

About three hours after the power went off, it came back on, the air conditioner kicked back on, and I closed the windows.  As the evening progressed, I noticed that it was still, well, stifling in the house, and checked on the outside unit of my 21 year-old central air conditioning system.  It wasn’t working! 

Sunday night was a mighty hot night, with just the two window units struggling mightily to keep us cool.  My daughter finally conceded to the heat, and went and slept on the love-seat in the basement with the cat.  The boys slept in a few of clothes as possible.  Victoria sprawled out on the bed to maximize her exposure to the window unit in our bedroom, and I, wanting my own share of the cool, stretched out on the floor by the bed.

It was so miserable Monday morning, I broke out into a sweat just getting dressed.  The thermometer attached to the thermostat said it was 80 degrees, but the humidity was smothering.  I had decided the night before to buy another window unit, and I had a nightmare that I went to Lowe’s and they didn’t have a single air conditioner left.  To make sure that that nightmare did not become reality, I went to Lowe’s at 730 in the morning to make sure I was the first in line to buy an air conditioner.  They had smaller ones, so I bought two.

It is different having window units when you are used to having central air, and they have been earning their keep.  There may be some warmer zones in the house now, but the cooler zones are cool, and that is good enough for me!

I’ll Die Of Heat Stroke Before I Give Up My Casino!

Monday, July 11th, 2011

I was driving down Riverside Parkway in Tulsa around 3 PM this afternoon.  It was hot, very hot, oh about 105 degrees hot.  The air conditioning in my car was struggling to keep me not so much cool, but not hot.  As I approached the signal at 81st Street, I saw in the right lane a vehicle with a young woman in it sitting at the light.  It was kind of a junker, and it had no air conditioning.  I felt sorry for the poor woman, as I know how miserable it is to drive around the city with no air conditioning in triple digit heat.  The light turned green, and my lane started moving, and  I noticed in front of the first junker another junker with a young woman driver and this vehicle, like the first, had no air conditioning.  Now the air conditioning in my city-issued Ford Taurus is sorely lacking, to say the least, but as I passed the second car, I was thankful that I had it.  Over the next few blocks, the two cars passed me, as their lane was moving faster than mine.  Then, they turned, and whatever sympathy I had turned to disgust.  Yup!  You guessed it!  They turned into the casino!

Now, if people want to gamble, that is their business, but I value each and every dollar I have, so throwing my money away in a casino is not for me.  What I don’t understand is this – how people who are driving around in dangerous 105 degree heat and humidity with no air conditioning, and risking heat stroke by doing it, could throw their money away at a casino instaed of saving their casino money to get their air conditioning fixed.  I am sorry, but death by heat is not a price I am wiling to pay to gamble.  I think what annoys me even more is that these idiots will probably get some heat-related illness and then whip out their Medicaid card when they have to go to the ER to get treated for it.  You and I and all the other taxpaying chumps are paying for these people to gamble in the middle of the day!

There’s a reason why a lot a poor people are poor – they make bad choices.  And I don’t feel a bit sorry for them!

Why I Hate Fireworks….

Tuesday, July 5th, 2011

1.  They are just plain loud.  They set off car alarms, cause dogs to bark, wake up sleeping babies….

2.  People act like morons when shooting them off.  When I was a boy, we’d take the sticks off bottle rockets, and watch the little boogers chase people around.  We’d fire them at each other and at things, because it’s cool to see things blow up.  Of course, it’s not cool to see your things get blown up.  They had a tragedy just outside Skiatook with fireworks, where a 20 year old newlywed lit the fireworks, then bent over them, and they struck him in his throat.  He died from his wounds.

3.  Once you’ve seen one, you’ve pretty much seen them all.  I’ve seen many many fireworks displays in my 45 years on this planet, and they pretty much look the same.  There are only a limited amount of variation in fireworks – you got your red ones, you got your blue ones, you got your whistlers, your screamers, and your boomers, and combinations of sound and color.  That’s about it.

4.  People are obnoxious.  When I lived in Texas, they shot the fireworks off from behind my house.  The first year, people parked in the right-of-way right behind my house, right-of-way that I, not the city, maintained.  They peed on it.  They threw trash on it.  They teased my dogs.  I vowed never again.  The next year I coned off the area and parked my vehicles in it.  The year after that, I made a giant American flag out of streamers.  The year after that, I made a war memorial.  I don’t go to fireworks shows because I don’t want have to deal with the rude idiots in the crowd.

5.  The laws don’t apply to me.  It is illegal to shoot some types, if not all types, of fireworks off in most cities, Bartlesville included.  That didn’t matter.  I had to hear people shooting off the damned things for three days, well into the night as well.  As I heard someone comment on the radio this morning, the next time they are going to take a bunch of fireworks and fire them at the neighbors’ house at 2 AM and see how the neighbors’ like it.

6.  We didn’t shoot off fireworks in 1776.  We did, however, fire muskets, and lots of them.  And rang bells.  And the real Independence Day, the day the Declaration was adopted by the Congress, was July 2.  It just took a couple of days to edit, sign, and announce.

Happy Birthday, Number 6!

Wednesday, June 8th, 2011

Our family is rather unique in that seven of the eleven birthdays are clustered in a four week and two week period.  In the four week period are Number 7, Yours Truly, Number 4 1/2, and Number 2; in the two week period we have Number 4, Sunshine, and Number 6.  Happy 9th Birthday, Nikolai!

(SIGH- Cake and ice cream….again?)

Finally, A Chance To Say “Happy Birthday”

Friday, June 3rd, 2011

My beloved wife turned 34 yesterday.  Of course, I had a wonderful evening of celebration planned, but this week being this week, it didn’t turn out that way.  I don’t understand what happened, but it seems like we had Memorial Day, and then everyone lost their mind.  I’ve had to investigate clandestine speed humps.  I’ve had an incident with plastic stop signs.  Not to mention spending hours investigating lack of street lights at locations that are lit up like a used car lot.  Oh, and lets not forget the frustration of a citizen having to put up with interlopers using a fountain as a swimming hole in a pocket park across the street.  Throw it all together, and it has been one very weird week.  Oh yeah, throw in an ex calling at the last minute wanting us to drive 90 minutes to deliver a child.  My day yesterday was working hard answering citizen requests, attending a luncheon about roundabouts, finishing the first phase of the street light project with the electric guy, then hurrying home so that we could spend the next four hours on the road delivering children.  I left the house at 7 AM, and with the except of about five minutes to load up the wife and said children, did not finally get home until almost 11 PM.  By that time, it was too late to do anything to celebrate the wife’s birthday.

So, tonight, one day later, I will have the opportunity to spend an evening with my wife, sans children, and celebrate her birthday properly!  Happy Birthday, Sunshine!