Be On Time Sugar Bear, Don’t Be Late

by Kevin Burton    Are you aware that there is a National Be Late For Something Day?    Well, it was two days ago, Sept. 5.  Surely then I have succeeded, having delayed recognition of it for two days?    Would have been difficult to comply on the actual day because I didn’t have much …

Sonic Booms Or Bust This Fantasy Season

by Kevin Burton    I’m not going to tell you how many mock fantasy football drafts I have done on Yahoo.   Don’t ask me cuz I ain’t gonna tell ya.    You wouldn’t remember the number anyway. It’s not important.     I use my time wisely. My kindergarten teacher was obsessed with how we used …

This Is One Plan I Can Execute For Sure

by Kevin Burton    Not today, baby. Nope.    Not feelin’ it.    Yes the clock is tick-tick-ticking just like on 60 Minutes. Yes, I hear it.    The winds of progress are whipping as usual, making the pages of my calendar flutter seductively.    “Got to get a move on,” both clock and calendar …

Quibbles And Bits: Lawyers Under Oath?

by Kevin Burton    Who’s hungry for some quibbles and bits?!…    The cat litter my cats use is called Vibrant Life, which strikes me as funny. Vibrant Life sounds more like a megachurch.    Vibrant Life a kind of paper litter, which at first did not strike me as funny. It’s more expensive than …

Making Good Use Of Trapped Time

by Kevin Burton    It’s twenty minutes to 10 a.m. on a Saturday. My wife and I have agreed that Bible study will be at 10.    She’s on the phone. I have twenty minutes to use or lose. What to do?    I can’t get into a project that’s too complicated, but neither do …

Leaving Comfort Zone, Finding True Love

by Kevin Burton    When we started a beep baseball team in Wichita, my then girlfriend-now wife Jeannette was issued uniform number 5.    Why? Glad you asked.     It’s anniversary week with the Burtons. Ten years ago yesterday we tied the knot after five years of dating.  I’ve talked about this from several angles, …

My Box Of Discipline Is Backordered

by Kevin Burton    My wife brings me a piece of coffeecake from Starbucks. Great, I say, I’ll eat half of it for breakfast.    She knows I love the coffeecake. And at some level, I know, I will not stop inhaling until I have eagerly shaken the crumbs from the bag it came in. …