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Here you will find some of the articles that I have written for ezines, newsletters and other non-fiction publications.  If you are in the market for an article writer, please send me an email.  I look forward to hearing from you.
How Lucky Do You Want to Be? 

(Note: this article was published in SuccessNet Magazine.  BNI is a business networking group)

 

Have you ever heard a BNI member say about another member, “They are so lucky, they get referrals all the time”?  As most members are positive individuals, you might not have.  But let’s think about that statement.  Is that member really lucky, or do they have more one to one meetings than anyone else?  Are they lucky, or do they have either a referral or a guest, every week?  Is just fate, or have they served on the leadership team, helped organize chapter events or gone out of their way to meet every new member who joins the chapter?  The member who might choose to complain with “some people have all the luck” might want to remember the old saying, “The harder I work, the luckier I get.”

 

You have heard it said many times that BNI is about farming, not hunting.  It is about building long term relationships and a high level of trust between the members.  That does not happen by luck, but only by design.  BNI works as hard as you do.  With almost a hundred thousand members worldwide, something is working and not just for a few “lucky” members.  If its been a while since you went through MSP training, take a look at your notebook and see if you can pull out some ideas that you haven’t tried yet.  If there is a member who is receiving the number and quality of referrals that you would like to receive, take them to lunch and pick their brain for ideas.  Remember, Givers Gain, so it is always a win-win when members help each other out.  So today, get out there, get busy and get lucky.

 

Becoming a Father

(Submitted to Helium.com)

“Honey, guess what?” 

As men, we know instinctively what the answer to that particular questions is: “I’m pregnant”!  And considering that our primary reason for being on this planet is to propagate the species, our range of reactions to the news is astounding.  Joy, fear, sorrow, elation and apprehension, often all at the same time.

 

My wife told me the happy news about two months after we got married.  Technically, since I had inherited a son upon getting married (my stepson was five at the time), I already had some experience with fatherhood.  However, I had not gone through the whole pregnancy-childbirth process and felt the same flood of emotions as any expectant father.  Let me make one thing quite clear; the expression “we’re pregnant” is a load of diaper filler.  WE were most certainly not pregnant.  At no time did I cry for no reason (I always had a reason), complain that my nipples hurt (the clothespin thing happened before we got married), throw up on a daily basis (not a sexy look for any woman) or complain that I couldn’t see my feet (if you saw my feet, you would know that would be a blessing.)  There is a reason that our contribution to the human life cycle is limited to the first stage: If men had to be pregnant, the species would have become extinct a long time ago.

 

After I got over the initial surprise, my mind ran through the usual thoughts.  How in the world am I going to support one more person?  At the time, I was making about ten dollars an hour as a locksmith (about seventeen years ago now) and barely making ends meet as it was.  We lived in a small, two bedroom apartment in a less than savory part of town.  My wife was working also and my stepson was going to daycare.  Pretty typical for most young couples. 

 

In spite of my mild anxiety, I absolutely loved the changes that occurred in my wife’s body as the weeks and months progressed.  I don’t know about glowing, but I could not get enough of her.  I found it fascinating that her belly continued to grow, but it was smooth and firm.  Her breasts filled out and it was like Christmas every day (well, I am a man after all).   I felt my son kick for the first time on my birthday.  I remember it like it happened yesterday.  My wife developed complications and my son was born eight weeks early.  I went to see him in the NICU every day for almost six weeks.  You would never know it now.  At sixteen, he’s five foot nine inches tall (I’m five seven), weighs about one hundred sixty pounds and is incredibly handsome (thanks for the genes, mom).  I would not trade those experiences for anything in the world and I pity those men whose attitudes don’t allow them to enjoy the process.  I hope my sons enjoy becoming fathers as much as I did (just not anytime soon.)

Ten Steps to a Beautiful Bathroom
 (In a past life I was a remodeling contractor.  This article appeared in one of our company newsletters)

 

 

The Basics, Form and Function

 

Because it is the most important room in the house, the first think you want a bathroom to do is function, all the time and well.  Function will determine to a large extent what form your remodel will take.  If you have only one bathtub and small children, you probably don’t want to replace it with a stand up steam shower.  On the other hand, if you have three teenage girls sharing a bathroom, converting a tub to a corner shower to gain more counter space might be a smart move.  Before we can make your bathroom beautiful, it needs to be practical.

Tile

The three main waterproof surfaces in a bathroom are flooring, counters and tub/shower walls.  Tile is by far the most common material for these surfaces, but not all tiles should be used on all surfaces.  Floor tile is generally larger and heavier than those used on counters or walls.  Porcelain tile is harder and more dense than ceramic tile, is especially good for high traffic areas, outdoor applications and usually more expensive.  Ceramic tile is used indoors only.  Stone is also cut into tiles, giving the homeowner material choices that number well into the thousands.

Fixtures

Bathroom fixtures bring the water in and give it someplace to go when we’re done with it.  Lavatory, tub and shower faucets are available in a variety of styles; from classic, oil rubbed bronze to ultra modern chrome and nickel finishes.  Most manufacturers make their products in matching sets so that the shower and lavatory faucets all match.  Although toilets do the heavy lifting (or draining) in the bathroom, they still come in a wide variety of shapes, styles and finishes.  Often, along with the sink, they can be the focal point of the bathroom.  Bathtubs round out our list of fixtures, but we’ll talk more about them next week.

Bathtubs

Although the Romans had tubs, the bathtub as we know it was invented in the late 1800’s.  Today, your bathroom can sport anything from the classic clawfoot to an ultra modern, multi-jetted spa tub.  Even in a small space, it’s possible to get a tub with some nice features.  Larger master baths can accommodate sunken, Roman style tubs suitable for more than one bather.  Top of the line are tubs that are actually formed and lined with tile to match or compliment the rest of the bathroom.  Whirlpool jets, lights and even stereo sound systems can be incorporated into the design to make your bathroom a haven and retreat from the pressures of the day.

 

Adventures in Home Improvement

(The Kitchen)

(Humor piece on Helium.com- rated #1 for over a year) 

 

One fateful morning I walked into our kitchen to hear my wife ask, "Do you realize that this is the original kitchen that came with the house?" An innocent enough question I thought. I should just stop thinking. It always gets me in trouble. "Yes, I suppose it is." I replied. Technically, it was a rhetorical question, requiring no answer on my part, but my mouth can't seem to stay shut in such situations. It should come with a zipper. "We should remodel it," commented my lovely bride of sixteen years. A word to the wise; should you hear such words come from your significant other, run. Fast. And far away. I did no such thing and as a result, I submit the following.

Okay, I'm a pretty smart guy and I know people who have had their kitchens remodeled. How hard could it be? (Oh, silly man, you have no idea and the gods laugh at you.) Let's find a contractor. My buddy Ray just had his kitchen remodeled and they raved about their contractor. No brainer, call Ray and get the phone number. After a short conversation with my buddy, I had the number in hand. Phone rings and I talk with a nice young woman who informs me that the contractor, Bob, will call me back in a few minutes. To my amazement, Bob does indeed call me back in a few short minutes. So far, I'm feeling like I hit the lottery. My feelings of elation are short lived as Bob tells me that he is booked for the next ten months. On top of that, his minimum kitchen project price tag is fifty thousand dollars. Ouch! OK, plan B. I ask Bob if he can recommend someone else. He can't. Plan C, the phone book. I feel like a little kid as I recite in my head, C is for Contractor' and lo and behold, I find the contractor section of the yellow pages. Wow! There are a lot of contractors in here. Maybe this won't be so hard after all. I just start calling at the top of the list and leave messages for each one of them. After ten calls I figure this project is as good as done. And then I wait for my prompt return phone calls. And I wait some more. The sun goes down. It comes back up. I'm still waiting for my phone calls. Days pass. I call the phone company to make sure the bill was paid. Still no call. I guess the guys at the top of the list get a lot of calls and they're really busy. I'll try some of the other names in the book. Many calls and a few days later, I finally have appointments with three contractors who say they can remodel my kitchen. Yeah for me!

Appointment one: Contractor never showed. Call his number, goes immediately to voice mail. Appointment two: Contractor got lost and was almost an hour late, did not call. No problem, at least he's here. He takes measurements, scribbles some notes on his pad and leaves with a promise to call soon with an estimate. How soon is soon? In this case, two weeks later. Appointment three: Improvement, this contractor is on time. As he walks in the house, my nose hairs curl from the over powering scent of what I assume to be a combination of sweat and Brut cologne. He takes measurements and notes. Promises of immediate estimate. Delivered three weeks later. Another note of caution: Make sure you are seated when you read such estimates. They will be higher than you expected. Much higher. Well, this is still progress towards my goal of keeping my wife happy. (That goal is never actually reached, its one of those things that we think might exist, like Bigfoot, but we can't really prove it.)

After much consideration, checking of licenses and insurance, calling of references and a quick trip to the post office to see if his picture was posted there, I have picked Joe, whom I hope will be the best of the bunch. (Why does it feel like I'm taking the least rotten apple from the barrel?) He shows up at my house to sign the contract and collect his deposit (amazing how he's on time to pick up checks). I read over the contract, making sure all of the details we have discussed are listed within. I do voice some concern at the term 'first born' under the payment schedule and find it a bit disconcerting that I am being asked to sign in my own blood. Apparently this is to have a sample on hand in the event there is none left in my body at the end of the project. I note the approximate completion date listed on the contract and make a note to put it on the calendar. (Another note: This date is in metric weeks. Double it and add thirty to get the actual completion date.) Last step; write the deposit check. Is it normal to sweat and have your hands shake at a time like this? As my new contractor, Joe, drives away, I feel a true sense of accomplishment. In a few short weeks, our project will be well under way and my wife will be happy (yes, I know, see comments above).

Two weeks after the date they were supposed to start, workers actually showed up at my house to begin my new kitchen. When they don't show up again for almost another week, I bribe them to come back with cookies and cold drinks. Other than the dust, the noise and the loud music (are accordions really necessary in every song?), I can hardly tell they're here. Small price to pay for the kitchen of my (wife's) dreams. So far, things are progressing nicely. As long as I don't run out of cookies and soda, what could go wrong? Never, never ask that question. The universe will be only too happy to give you an answer.

As my (wife's) kitchen began to take shape, the world lulled me into a false sense of security. And then Joe came by to tell me that the plumbing in our house was not up to code and would have to be replaced. I took it like a man. I didn't cry. Until later, when I was alone. Like I said, the universe will always give you an answer. Eventually, in spite of everything, our kitchen was at last completed. I stared in amazement at the invoice Joe presented me for the balance due on our simple kitchen remodel. I rationalized that the children could still get a good education at community college. I wrote the check. I sat in my (wife's) new kitchen and enjoyed my mac and cheese.

My wife asked me the other day about remodeling our master bathroom. I thought about it for a while. Then I went to the garage, got my hammer and hit my hand until the thought went away. I figured it would hurt less in the long run.