Kllyk113

Christian, Wife, Mom, Patriot 🇺🇸, SOONER, crazy dog and chicken lady. Funny on Facebook, horrible at Instagram, and not very good here.

[Conservatron @Conservatron1]

Hahahaha this dude has some great content. Amazing we didn't die. Seriously.

[Christopher Oven @Chris_Oven]

Rocky Beers first touchdown, set to the Rocky Theme Song

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

Outside the grocery store, I was ambushed.

A table. A banner. Two small girls in uniform, sashes covered in badges. Their commander stood behind them with her arms crossed, saying nothing.

The taller one looked me in the eye and said, "Hi. Would you like to support Girl Scout Troop 3044?"

I have studied negotiation my entire life. Nothing prepared me for a merchant four feet tall wearing a sash of prior conquests.

I asked what the tribute funded. Camp, she said. Badges. She pointed at one and said, "I got this one for public speaking," which she was, at that exact moment, flawlessly doing.

I intended to buy one box. To be polite.

She said, "Most people do the bundle."

She had offered me a dignified retreat that cost five times more. This is mastery. This child will own land.

I bought twelve boxes.

Her mother nodded once, like a general confirming the fall of a city. The smaller scout rang a small bell. Apparently there is a bell.

Walking to my car, a stranger loading groceries saw my boxes and said, "They got you too, huh."

Too. There is a brotherhood of the defeated in this parking lot. We recognize each other by our cargo.

Then he lowered his voice and handed me doctrine: "Freeze the Thin Mints."

I had known this man for nine seconds. In my land, secrets of this grade pass between families over generations. Here, they are given freely, between strangers, next to a cart return.

I froze the Thin Mints. He was right. I think of him often. I do not know his name.

The winter was long. Some weeks were the kind you survive one frozen cookie at a time, standing in the kitchen, without turning on the light. By February the box was empty, and so, roughly, was I.

In March, walking to the store, I heard the bell.

The table. The banner. The same scout, taller now, her sash one row of conquests longer.

She saw me across the parking lot. She did not smile like a child. She smiled like a shopkeeper whose ship has come in.

She reached under the table and lifted a bag that had been set aside, and the small one yelled, "TWELVE BOXES IS HERE!"

That is my name now. I have been called many things. None were earned faster.

She held out the bag. "We saved yours. Mom said you'd be back."

They had held inventory for me. On faith. Based on one transaction, a year ago.

In this country, a child looks a grown stranger in the eye, states her price, and expects the world to be good for it. And somehow, because she expects it, it is.

I took out my wallet.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

In Tennessee I sat down for breakfast, and the restaurant immediately tested my intelligence.

On every table at Cracker Barrel there is a small triangle of wood with pegs in it.

I thought it was decoration.

It is not decoration. It is a trial.

The rules are printed on the wood itself. Leave one peg: genius. Leave two: "purty smart." Leave four or more, and the board, the official board, from the company, calls you an "EG-NO-RA-MOOSE."

I ordered pancakes and was defeated by furniture before they arrived.

In Japan, a restaurant hands you a warm towel. It means: rest, you are welcome here.

In Tennessee, a restaurant hands you a puzzle. It means: prove yourself, and then you may have bacon.

I accepted.

First attempt: five pegs remained. The wood had been waiting for me since before I was born.

Second attempt: four.

I removed my jacket.

Third attempt: four again. I began to suspect the pegs move when I blink.

Then I saw him.

The next table. A boy, perhaps eight years old, in overalls. Eating a biscuit with one hand. Jumping pegs with the other. Not looking at the board.

One peg.

He reset it. One peg again. Like breathing.

I did what honor required.

I rose, walked to his table, and bowed to a child.

"Teach me."

He looked at his mother. She said, "Go on, sweetie."

He said, "Everybody starts from the top hole. That's how it gets ya. Start lower."

Eight years old. He had already found the door I had been throwing my whole body against.

Fourth attempt, under his eyes: two pegs.

He nodded once, slowly, the way an old master nods. He did not say good. He said, "There ya go."

My pancakes had gone cold long ago. I did not care. Cold pancakes taste like victory when you have earned two pegs.

The waitress refilled my coffee and said, "Don't feel bad, hon. He beats everybody."

I do not feel bad.

In my land, a student may search his whole life for a true teacher.

I found mine at a Cracker Barrel, in overalls, before nine in the morning.

I am returning Saturday. My master eats there on Saturdays. I asked his mother. She checked her calendar for me.

One peg. In front of him. Before the pancakes arrive.

The board will have no choice but to call me a genius.

It is printed on the wood. It is law.

[Kllyk113 @kllyk113]

@WillCainShow I laughed so hard at “I wouldn’t lie to you, says the man in the dress,” that I scared my dogs 😂

[Benny Johnson @bennyjohnson]

Massive fireworks display over Mount Rushmore.

It doesn’t get any more American than this 🇺🇸

[Phil Labonte 🇺🇸 @philthatremains]

i love this.

[Kyler Murray @K1]

Long time coming… Shout out Skip and the boys on bringing home the National Championship! @OU_Baseball

[Steve Bullard @SleptOnIt_OU]

Slept on it. Thoughts on OU’s improbable national championship run.

1. Unreal. One of the better underdog stories in a long long time. Probably the best in OU history.

2. After we beat GT, my mind quickly went to beating GT in 1994 for the title, then I thought, nah.

[Kllyk113 @kllyk113]

@hotwire405 @YUGEBOLZ Hi! Born and raised in Norman, moved around the country some, then came back and ended up landing in Marlow 15 years ago.

[Patricia Heaton @PatriciaHeaton]

I wasn’t happy when Clinton, Obama or Biden won, but I didn’t call them fascist/dangerous/threat to democracy. I didn’t hope someone would assassinate them. I went on with my life with gratitude. Friends on the left, please try this. Your life and our country will be better.

[Riley Gaines @Riley_Gaines_]

Stop. Trying. To. Kill. Our. President.

[Jessica O’Donnell 🏈 @heckyessica]

The internet wasn’t meant to tear people down. It was meant for this

[John Rich🇺🇸 @johnrich]

Proof…There is a Creator🙏

[Bussin' With The Boys @BussinWTB]

Team USA in the locker room singing Toby Keith with the FBI Director...

What a world

[Sooners Insider @SoonersInsider]

RIP Toby