Seek The Substantial

A funny thing happened last night when I was throwing my dinner in the microwave. Blue was laying near the wall that separates our kitchen/dining room from the living room and as I turned around Blue and I locked eyes. Now, I am not dog psychologist, but I have always heard that you should never let a dog win a staring contest. Supposedly, it’s a sign of weakness or dominance, depending upon which side of the stick that you end up with, with. Do I know if this is accurate? Absolutely not, but it can be entertaining. So I had set the microwave for two minutes and sure enough the stare contest was on. Normally, when I stare down a dog it can take 10 seconds or less, but this time she wouldn’t budge. I am glad that dogs don’t differentiate between a cracked smile and “mean face” because I actually started laughing as the seconds kept ticking away. At this point it is becoming incredibly silly, but I refuse to lose to Blue. What seemed like a life-time (it was actually only 1 minute and 38 seconds) she broke away and I am still the staring champion of my home. She was a good foe, but she simply didn’t have a chance.

Of all things I was listening to BaD Radio during lunch yesterday and they had Coach Ortegal on and he actually said something somewhat profound. The key to success is being able to do the mundane and repetitive things with the same type of vigor and concentration level which you had the first time you did those things.

With my job, it seems like I do much of the same things over and over again. Circumstances change and that’s when the job become interesting, however, being able to look at real estate contracts or wills or corporate formation documents have to be looked at with great detail and care. If you miss something or if you do not have the same type of care that you would have with a $50,000 deal versus a $2 million deal then you’re not doing your job.

The thing about having this attitude is that I at times take for granted the knowledge that I learn over the years and then you feel like you can gloss over these details, however, it’s that knowledge that makes you better at what you do.

Focus.

Concentrate.

Holy crap, I feel like the evil Satan who has spawned a number of new blogs. I do not believe that I invented the internet, nor do I fee like I invented blogging, but check out the number of new blogs recently started by my K-town krew:

Chris H.’s and his wife’s blog.

Ashley B.’s blog.

The K-Town Shizzle (Ben, you must check this out, it’s much more entertaining than my blog and if you want an invite, I’m sure I could make that happen).

More importantly, I am glad to see everyone writing. Sharing a little bit, nevermind what anyone else thinks. By the way, here’s the site where you need to go to which will publish your blog, Blurb.

I am planning a fairly long post about Rage sometime later this week. I have some thoughts I need to get out of my head. I think that this was all brought about the other night when, for the first time since I had to put her to sleep, I brought out some of her toys. That was a really big step for me.

Linkys:

Zach Braff is funny and he addresses the Mandy Moore rumors as well as being the next James Bond girl:

“I am going to be Vesper Lind (the new Bond love interest). After the success of certain films this year, they have decided to “shake things up” this time around. And so Bond will be gay. I play Vesper Lind, a German spy who loves trip-hop and raves. I assassinate my victims by forcing them to drink the fluid inside of glow-sticks. James and I meet when our hands accidentally touch during a “Licensed to Kill” seminar in Dusseldorf. We were both reaching for an “Ain’t Misbehavin” CD that kills an enemy after he/she listens to the Act One curtain closer. Not very effective as a means of assassination since the target would have to make it through some really mediocre numbers in the first act, and like I said, it only works on “he/she’s” which aren’t very common in the spy business outside of Thailand. Can’t say much more it’s all very hush-hush…”

Duk is a very good friend (on the right) of mine and he has taken my writing assignment to heart. Below is his biography. It was posted in the comments, but I thought that it belonged on a much bigger stage. Good job.

Born May 21, 1973, to the daugher of a farmer/carpenter and the son of a preacher, in Aurora, Missouri. My dad worked at the shoe factory, and when he brought his work buddies to see me, they kindly patted him on his back and said “he’ll grow out of it”. Shortly after my birth, we moved to our dairy farm, between the Mayberry like towns of Hurley and Crane. The solitude and hardness of farm life has affected me greatly. The family farm required a team effort, and I remember working a lot, even as a young child. This was the way of life, and it was sometimes very hard, but our family was very close. Two sisters, hellions really, five years on either side of me. My childhood memories are mostly of farm life and our vacations. Not every summer, but often enough, the whole family, including the extended family, would load up and head to Colorado. We would camp at KOA campgrounds, always excited when we stayed at one with a pool. Goodtimes. Highschool was difficult, I didn’t quite fit in to small town life, and accept that my big mouth was not at all helpful. I loved basketball and baseball, the only two sports at Crane. Being part of a team suited me, still does. Oh, I was very sheltered, and did not get into any trouble in highschool, honor roll, scholarships, church 3 times a week. I was pronounced in the womb to be an attorney, and this has always been my goal, however, for I time I believed I was going to be a racecar driver. The shelter was removed and my life changed dramatically in college. First year was at College of the Ozarks (Hard Work U), where each student works on campus everyday to pay his/her tuition (1991). After one year, I decided that this place was too small, and decided to follow my Honduran girlfriend to Southwest Missouri State University(1992). The relationship did not last through the summer, but the move to SMSU was a good one. I immersed myself in Greek life, which has a lot of team concepts interwoven into its fabric, and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I would be remiss not to mention my summer employment in Branson, Missouri. I was a lifeguard at a water park by day, and a ticket salesman by night. I worked 70-80 hours per week, which paid mostly for my schoolin at SMS. Somehow, I still managed to experience a lot of life during the summers. At the end of my undergrad career(so I believed), I met my wife in the basement of my Fraternity house (1996). I heard a voice outside my door, talking to my dog “Daisy”, with some familiarity, and commenting about feeding the dog a junior whopper the night before. This voice did not know that I had spent the day cleaning up dog shit. My first words to my wife were not especially kind, but when I saw her I became smitten and I knew that it was her. Somehow, I convinced her to marry me, and we tied the knot in August 1998, moved to Tulsa, and started law school and nursing school the next week. Marriage has not always been easy, but it has been extremely rewarding. In the middle of the first semester of lawschool, I discovered that there had been an oversight on my advisors part, and indeed I had not received a diploma from SMS. Usually, my luck is not good, but somehow my advisor corrected the situation and I received my BA in December of 1998 from SMS. This story mystifies and amuses the law school buddies. Also, amazing was my recollection that I did not have a traceable address for nearly 3 years of my life. Truly, law school was a magical time. It was difficult, but I met a group of men, and we seemed to go together like “peas and carrots”. These men are still my closest and best friends, despite the existence of time and space. It was a motley crue, but it was as much a team as I have ever been on on. Life since law school has been good, but tough. Learning the practice is harsh. I am eager to be a parent, as is my wife. I believe the forced delay in being a parent will make it that much sweeter. We live outside town in a subdivision. I long for the days to be back in the country with some “elbow room”. I often feel like I’m waiting for something, but I’m not sure what it is. I think I am waiting on my child now. For now, we wait with our dog Daisy, and try and enjoy each other as much as we can. I am certain I enjoy her much more than she does me. I can apologize for the rambling, but that is partly who I am.

I finally finished this book last night. It is a wonderful book on perspective. It is about a child who is autistic and his neighbor’s dog is murdered. The book follows this child as he tries to solve this murder. The point of view is solely from his perspective. Something like this can teach all of us that we all see the world differently and we all cope with our problems differently. The most compelling part of the book was that this child did not like to be touched, but yet his parents long for that emotional and physical interaction with their child, an interaction that they know that they will never be able to have. I really liked this book.

Part of the resort.

Pretty bird.

The happy couple, self-portrait.

No need to caption.

See above.

Taken from the front steps of the resort.

Boarding the plane after the “luggage” fiasco”.

The beach outside the resort.

Pretty birds.

The newlyweds, a little red.

I started thinking that there were no pictures from our honeymoon and that needed to be remedied. The honeymoon really started off with a bang. We wake up early, we get showered up and leave the hotel, which was at the airport. We load onto the bus to take us to our terminal with some kids going to Cancun. They could not have been more than 18. The kids exit at a terminal before ours and we exit ours and sure enough whenever we go to check our luggage my wife realizes that she the bag she is carrying is not hers. One of the kids mistakenly took her bag. At this point my wife tells me to “do something”. I really don’t think I did anything because my wife then gets the idea to call the number on the suitcase and we get this kid’s mother. She gives us his cell phone number and we start dialing. Sure enough the kid has our bag and we coax him to coming to our terminal to trade bags. Everthing works out in the end, but what a way to start your honeymoon.

There were no more hicups along the way, we get to the resort, after an hour long bus ride from the Dominican Republic airport. It rained the whole way to the resort and it rained almost all night. Despite all of this we really had a wonderful week. The food was good, the beaches were well maintained. The drinks were non-stop and the staff was really wonderful.

The only other hitch was that my wife decided that she didn’t need any sunscreen on the first day. That first day, we were supposed to go to a meeting to discuss going back to the airport and where they provided information on things to do at the resort. My wife decided not to go and she wanted to enjoy the sun and weather. This was a big mistake. I was gone for 45 minutes and upon my return she was beet-red. Even I was a little bit red and I was using some high-powered sun screen. We basically bathed her in aloe that night, and it all worked out fine.

My dogs are evil geniuses. That’s right, they are plotting against both my wife and I. As you can see in the photo above they have randomly dug holes in the pathway leading up to the back door. I like to call these “ninja traps”. Next, the cleverly tried to cover these holes with the hay, which I so lovingly provided to them to keep them warm when it gets cold, in order to trick the human into thinking that there really isn’t a hole in the ground. Now, I don’t give them an “A” for technique, however, they are on the right track. Visitors, beware, you are being put on notice that you should be careful where you stop, for you will never know when you might fall into our dogs’ little trick.

Blue doesn’t get a bath very often. She has incredibly thick fur that just doesn’t dry. In fact, if you don’t dry her with a blow dryer for a little bit she will be wet for up to two hours after her bath. Not to mention, if you don’t sit in the tub with her then I think she feels like she’s being mistreated. Despite all of this, she got a bath last weekend. You can tell from the photos up top that we don’t do this often because the water was completely brown. I know, it’s gross, but I keep thinking that she’s a dog and that’s what dogs are supposed to do. Play in the dirt and get dirty. She’s very good at it.

Linkys:

Urban Ninja.

West Coast compliment to the Lazy Sunday, Chronic of Narnia (via metafilter).

My wife would love this site.

A pretty good Mavs blog.

I am always on the lookout for items that make my life easier and 37signals is a pretty neat set up websites, designed to simplify and organize your life. Go ahead and try them out, most of them are free.

If you have to go to one place every morning to get your headlines all wrapped in a neat package then go to The Morning News.

I love Exploding Dog’s art.

I was actually thinking last night why the AAC has never hosted an all-star game, well, Mark Cuban says it’s because of the fans.

How do people get behind in posting on their blog? They simply don’t post all week.

Chili’s is such a funny little restraunt. Do all of those photos which are nailed on the wall come with the purchase of your franchise. I get that they are trying to convey the idea that this is good old fashioned cooking, but I swear that all of those photos are the same. Don’t get me wrong the food is good, but whoever build that Chili’s may have not built a big enough restraunt.

Nevertheless, good times were had.