Well, the oppressive heat and humidity of summer have finally passed and my favorite time of year is here. The crispness of the air in Fall instantly sparks memories ranging from trick-or-treating to tailgating to bonfires to hayrides to watching the World Series. It is also birthday season in the Naughton family with Bethany, Truman, Alex, and I all having our birthdays within a span of 33 days. Plus, on November 3rd we'll celebrate Truman's "Gotcha Day" followed in a few weeks by Thanksgiving, which is perhaps my favorite holiday of all. I love Fall.
Today's weather, and the forcast for the next two weeks, makes me feel so alive. I'll be celebrating that feeling by spending a good portion of my time outdoors and offline. If you need me, you know where to find me. In Autumn, the virtual world of facebook just won't cut it. It's back to the real world for me. (Minus the working for a living and paying taxes thing of course.)
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
39: An Odd Birthday
On my birthday, September 25th, I went to a birthday party--for two four-year-olds. I watched them blow out candles on a birthday cake. I watched them open presents. I sang "Happy Birthday" to them. Then I supressed the urge to scream at the top of my lungs, "But today isn't even their birthday! Today is my freakin' birthday!" But I knew no one would care. It's hard to compete with four-year-olds.
Is it selfish of me to want my actual birthday to be about me? The "birthday" boy (Truman) was enjoying his second birthday party of the week while the "birthday" girl (Rebecca Barnes) was enjoying her third--both on MY birthday! Did the parents and grandparents (or my own wife and kids) stop to acknowledge me on my special day? Of course not. Did it hurt a little? Can I say yes?
But when you get to be 39 years old, people expect you to handle this type of slight maturely. Don't these people know me? Mature? I don't think so. Mature describes wines, not Naughtons. Therefore, I have decided to have a birthday do-over. I will start preparations now for a belated birthday bash to make every four-year-old in Missouri jealous. I'm gonna have a cake, ice cream, pony rides, and a Disney princesses theme. I'll hire a clown, or a stripper, or a mime. Fun will be had--in my honor! Stay tuned, peeps. I'm thinking a bonfire, or a party on the porch, or both (will have a garden hose at the ready.)
Stay tuned, and Happy Birthday to me!
Is it selfish of me to want my actual birthday to be about me? The "birthday" boy (Truman) was enjoying his second birthday party of the week while the "birthday" girl (Rebecca Barnes) was enjoying her third--both on MY birthday! Did the parents and grandparents (or my own wife and kids) stop to acknowledge me on my special day? Of course not. Did it hurt a little? Can I say yes?
But when you get to be 39 years old, people expect you to handle this type of slight maturely. Don't these people know me? Mature? I don't think so. Mature describes wines, not Naughtons. Therefore, I have decided to have a birthday do-over. I will start preparations now for a belated birthday bash to make every four-year-old in Missouri jealous. I'm gonna have a cake, ice cream, pony rides, and a Disney princesses theme. I'll hire a clown, or a stripper, or a mime. Fun will be had--in my honor! Stay tuned, peeps. I'm thinking a bonfire, or a party on the porch, or both (will have a garden hose at the ready.)
Stay tuned, and Happy Birthday to me!
Thursday, September 23, 2010
500
Ladies and gentlemen, you are reading my 500th blog post. While that accomplishment may not compare to Hank Aaron's 755 home runs or the number of times Larry King has been married, I still think it is noteworthy. While many of my older posts are painfully awkward and many others are barely readable, some are of a high enough quality that revised versions have made their way into my book Naked Snow Angels. But how did it all begin?
My friend Paul Shields started his own blog back in 2004 and immediately I recognized the potential of this new medium. Paul held photo contests, haiku contests, and provided his friends with a means to exchange witty barbs--almost always at his expense. The result was comedy gold. Paul even wrote some original songs using material gleaned from reader contributions to his blog. (He now has a fan page on facebook and on myspace under his stage name of "Paul & the Violent Farmers" which you should check out--when children are not in the room.)
If you go back through the archives of my blog, you will see the evolution of a writer from a blogger to a bona fide author. At times I have written angry tirades, humorous observations, and melancholy lamentations. I've dabbled in philosophy, politics, satire, and sports. If you have some free time, I welcome you to go back to the beginning and re-live this writing journey with me. The payoff? You will have a unique perspective of Travis Naughton the author when my book finally gets published. Naked Snow Angels is a reflection and culmination of all of the different forms my blog has taken over the years. I now have two final chapters outlined that are ready to be written in order to complete my manuscript. Hopefully, it will be published sometime in 2011. When I'm internationally famous and you see me on TV during Oprah's final season, you'll be able to say, "I've been reading that incredibly handsome young man's work since he was a blogger. Now he's a celebrity and I want to have his babies." (Men, you may say, "I'd like to have a frothy, malted beverage with that handsome and clever fellow!")
Thank you for all your support and encouragement over the years. My readers and fans, afterall, are the ones who are really to blame for unleashing me upon the literary world. Just wait'll Oprah gets a load o' me!
My friend Paul Shields started his own blog back in 2004 and immediately I recognized the potential of this new medium. Paul held photo contests, haiku contests, and provided his friends with a means to exchange witty barbs--almost always at his expense. The result was comedy gold. Paul even wrote some original songs using material gleaned from reader contributions to his blog. (He now has a fan page on facebook and on myspace under his stage name of "Paul & the Violent Farmers" which you should check out--when children are not in the room.)
If you go back through the archives of my blog, you will see the evolution of a writer from a blogger to a bona fide author. At times I have written angry tirades, humorous observations, and melancholy lamentations. I've dabbled in philosophy, politics, satire, and sports. If you have some free time, I welcome you to go back to the beginning and re-live this writing journey with me. The payoff? You will have a unique perspective of Travis Naughton the author when my book finally gets published. Naked Snow Angels is a reflection and culmination of all of the different forms my blog has taken over the years. I now have two final chapters outlined that are ready to be written in order to complete my manuscript. Hopefully, it will be published sometime in 2011. When I'm internationally famous and you see me on TV during Oprah's final season, you'll be able to say, "I've been reading that incredibly handsome young man's work since he was a blogger. Now he's a celebrity and I want to have his babies." (Men, you may say, "I'd like to have a frothy, malted beverage with that handsome and clever fellow!")
Thank you for all your support and encouragement over the years. My readers and fans, afterall, are the ones who are really to blame for unleashing me upon the literary world. Just wait'll Oprah gets a load o' me!
Monday, September 06, 2010
While the Cat's Away...
Contrary to popular opinion, I was not naked all four days that Bethany and the boys were enjoying their long Labor Day weekend in Michigan. I was nude on no more than, like two days, not four. (Including some quality outside time spent talking to the Centurylink help desk on the phone while standing on the porch sipping coffee in my "business very, very casual" attire.)
Instead of being lazy, as was expected, I spent most of my time checking off "To-Dos" from a massive, twelve item list. I cleaned out our pole barn/garage, filling my truck bed twice with trash. It took over six hours to finish the job. I drove one load of garbage to the dump and set the other on the curb. (We'll see if they pick it up this week.) I scrubbed our vinyl-siding to rid it of a few years worth of mildew and grime. That took three or so hours. I mowed our yard and my mother-in-law's yard. That was about three hours. I purchased--as a surprise to my wife--a new screen door and installed it myself over the course of about three or four hours. I bought and assembled the new book case my beautiful bride wanted for our living room as Bethany's birthday present. I did laundry. I did the dishes. I cleaned the boys' toy room and their bedroom. I got Centurylink to finally come out to our house and fix our DSL (hopefully for the last time.) And I helped my friend Rob get his Ford Bronco going again and followed him as he drove it back to his house after an extended period in which it sat beside our barn gathering dust and accumulating an impressive collection of mosses and lichens. A rolling Ford gathers no moss.
As you can see, I've been a busy boy. It will take a few days to recover from all that manual labor, and then I'll dig in for the final push to finish writing my book. But for now, chillin' in the recliner is in my immediate future. (And possibly some gratuitous nudity.)
Instead of being lazy, as was expected, I spent most of my time checking off "To-Dos" from a massive, twelve item list. I cleaned out our pole barn/garage, filling my truck bed twice with trash. It took over six hours to finish the job. I drove one load of garbage to the dump and set the other on the curb. (We'll see if they pick it up this week.) I scrubbed our vinyl-siding to rid it of a few years worth of mildew and grime. That took three or so hours. I mowed our yard and my mother-in-law's yard. That was about three hours. I purchased--as a surprise to my wife--a new screen door and installed it myself over the course of about three or four hours. I bought and assembled the new book case my beautiful bride wanted for our living room as Bethany's birthday present. I did laundry. I did the dishes. I cleaned the boys' toy room and their bedroom. I got Centurylink to finally come out to our house and fix our DSL (hopefully for the last time.) And I helped my friend Rob get his Ford Bronco going again and followed him as he drove it back to his house after an extended period in which it sat beside our barn gathering dust and accumulating an impressive collection of mosses and lichens. A rolling Ford gathers no moss.
As you can see, I've been a busy boy. It will take a few days to recover from all that manual labor, and then I'll dig in for the final push to finish writing my book. But for now, chillin' in the recliner is in my immediate future. (And possibly some gratuitous nudity.)
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