I received an email from my father this morning and after reading it, thought I would share it with everyone. As an avid dog lover, the text of this email could not be any truer.
A Dog's Purpose (from a 6-year-old):
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker 's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.
He said, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good Life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?" The Six-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."
So live like a dog:
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY.
It seems dog's are a bit more than a man's best friend, don't you think?
Until Next time....
Thursday, May 21
Tuesday, May 5
The Repetitions of Grey's Anatomy
I know many of our readers are avid Grey's Anatomy fans. Thursday nights in DC are FILLED with the excitement of Ugly Betty, Greys, and Private Practice. While I think Ugly Betty is actually pretty funny, the remaining shows bother me.
Private Practice: I usually just zone out, but Greys, I tend to watch in total distaste. I mean seriously, the show has run it course. And what makes me hate the show the most is their repetitive dialect.
If you have not caught on to this, I urge you to take a listen. They repeat everything, all the time. Lauren can vouch for me even though she probably won't because she likes the show and gets really annoyed when I mock the actors. I yell at the t.v. "I get it... she can make it, she can make it, if we help her SHE CAN MAKE IT!
Tomorrow night is the two hour Season Finale. Watch it and you will see what I am talking about. You might even get annoyed at it. I first noticed it and didn't say anything, but then the more I watched the more I noticed it going on. It's like when you pick out a car because no one else has it, then once you actually have the car you notice there are hundreds of your same car rolling around the city. This is how the dialect of Grey's is. I first noticed one character, which caused a domino effect. Annoying. Enjoy the show.
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I HAVE EVIDENCE!!!
I actually just found a clip from the show, like literally just found it. So now I have more than just words to prove my point.. Listen to the girl in the wedding dress. Listen to how many times she says "vows"... (It's the very beginning of the clip, so you don't have to look for it)
Click here for Evidence
P.S. Have fun with Grey's tomorrow! Until next time.....
Private Practice: I usually just zone out, but Greys, I tend to watch in total distaste. I mean seriously, the show has run it course. And what makes me hate the show the most is their repetitive dialect.
If you have not caught on to this, I urge you to take a listen. They repeat everything, all the time. Lauren can vouch for me even though she probably won't because she likes the show and gets really annoyed when I mock the actors. I yell at the t.v. "I get it... she can make it, she can make it, if we help her SHE CAN MAKE IT!
Tomorrow night is the two hour Season Finale. Watch it and you will see what I am talking about. You might even get annoyed at it. I first noticed it and didn't say anything, but then the more I watched the more I noticed it going on. It's like when you pick out a car because no one else has it, then once you actually have the car you notice there are hundreds of your same car rolling around the city. This is how the dialect of Grey's is. I first noticed one character, which caused a domino effect. Annoying. Enjoy the show.
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I HAVE EVIDENCE!!!
I actually just found a clip from the show, like literally just found it. So now I have more than just words to prove my point.. Listen to the girl in the wedding dress. Listen to how many times she says "vows"... (It's the very beginning of the clip, so you don't have to look for it)
Click here for Evidence
P.S. Have fun with Grey's tomorrow! Until next time.....
Thursday, April 23
City vs Country
This is a constant topic of comparison, but did you ever think it could be used in reference to dogs? I did not until I came to DC. Now that Spring has arrived, the flowers, people, and dogs are all out in full force. What is particularly interesting to me is how the dogs here in the District act. Probably like most of your dogs, Mason and Abbie (our dogs we left behind) run pretty much wild around the house/outside and have a mind of their own. Dogs in DC do not act like that.
Story #1: I was running around the National Mall when I noticed an older lady running with two huge poodles. As she approached the intersection, she stopped running. The moment she stopped, the dogs sat down. When she was able to cross, they got up and continued to jog beside her. Being from the country I thunk "them are some pur-dee smart dogs ryyyht thur" and continued on with my jog, not realizing this would be a reoccurring experience.
Story #2: Another instance occurred where I was observing a guy with three dogs, leashes unattached, walking down the sidewalk. The guy stopped at the street corner and all three dogs sat down. He took a step as if to make his way across (the dogs stood up) when he realized he could not cross he took a step backwards (the dogs sat back down). I was amazed.
I feel that you are following me, but Story #3: A guy with his chocolate lab puppy was walking down the sidewalk. He would stop and the puppy would sit down. He did this several times while walking the sidewalk. I feel he was in the middle of training. (I honestly think when the time comes for me to get a new dog, I am going to try this maneuver).
On Sunday afternoons, when the weather is beautiful, Lo and I like to go Lincoln Park down from our house. This park is similar in layout to the Square in Oxford. Imagine the park is the courthouse. Traffic runs completely around it. There is not a fence around the park. Got the picture? Well, the dogs here run around like a wild heard of elephants, well tiny elephants, without leashes WITHOUT EVER RUNNING INTO THE STREET.... I MEAN NEVER. Their owners stand and watch (some do not pay attention at all) as the dogs chase after one another. It is quite amazing how they never get an itch to go defy their normality and venture beyond whats known to them. I mean my dog always likes to defy whats normal.
Whenever the time comes for us to migrate back to our homeland, one thing is for sure, I will bring with me a new bread of canine to the South. Woof Woof until next time.
Story #1: I was running around the National Mall when I noticed an older lady running with two huge poodles. As she approached the intersection, she stopped running. The moment she stopped, the dogs sat down. When she was able to cross, they got up and continued to jog beside her. Being from the country I thunk "them are some pur-dee smart dogs ryyyht thur" and continued on with my jog, not realizing this would be a reoccurring experience.
Story #2: Another instance occurred where I was observing a guy with three dogs, leashes unattached, walking down the sidewalk. The guy stopped at the street corner and all three dogs sat down. He took a step as if to make his way across (the dogs stood up) when he realized he could not cross he took a step backwards (the dogs sat back down). I was amazed.
I feel that you are following me, but Story #3: A guy with his chocolate lab puppy was walking down the sidewalk. He would stop and the puppy would sit down. He did this several times while walking the sidewalk. I feel he was in the middle of training. (I honestly think when the time comes for me to get a new dog, I am going to try this maneuver).
On Sunday afternoons, when the weather is beautiful, Lo and I like to go Lincoln Park down from our house. This park is similar in layout to the Square in Oxford. Imagine the park is the courthouse. Traffic runs completely around it. There is not a fence around the park. Got the picture? Well, the dogs here run around like a wild heard of elephants, well tiny elephants, without leashes WITHOUT EVER RUNNING INTO THE STREET.... I MEAN NEVER. Their owners stand and watch (some do not pay attention at all) as the dogs chase after one another. It is quite amazing how they never get an itch to go defy their normality and venture beyond whats known to them. I mean my dog always likes to defy whats normal.
Whenever the time comes for us to migrate back to our homeland, one thing is for sure, I will bring with me a new bread of canine to the South. Woof Woof until next time.
Tuesday, April 21
You Know I Like My Chicken Fried...........
1) Love the song.
2) Lauren and I had a great time in Nashville over the Easter weekend. As always, the day we left DC, Lo was in the happiest mood known to man or woman. We got to Nashville with daylight left, unloaded our bags, and headed to Franklin to have dinner at Boxwood Bistro with Lo's parents and brother. If you are near the Nashville/Brentwood/Franklin area, this restuarant should not pass you by. It was amazing and it just so happens to be owned by some long time friends of Laurens' family and the parents of good ol Katie Horrell. Click on the name above and check out what it has to offer. Go there, you will not be disappointed. Friday evening came Grill Out, Go Out at Jordan's (P.S. this should become an annual event...well most of it..) and boy was that eventful. Eventful because of the following story:
Around 1:30ish...(I know, nothing good happens after 12:00)...Lo and I decided that we were tired of the Honky Tonk Bar Cadillac Ranch. Might I add, this is the 1st time in five years I have gone out in downtown Nashville. Locals steer clear of the tourist bars, unless in the mood for an eventful evening. Anyways, outside of the Ranch, we got into a taxi. I asked the foreign taxi driver, WITH A $20 BILL WAVING IN MY HAND, that all I had was this $20 bill and could it get us to Brentwood. He responded in his taxi driver voice (indian, chinese, mixture, whatever, you know the voice) "yes yes of course. it will take you to brentwood. you. get into car. i take you to brentwood. yes yes brentwood. get in." So after our verbal agreement, we got into the car, headed out of downtown Nashville, and onto I-65 South headed to Brentwood. On the way, a few miles from our exit, our driver pulls over and starts yelling "get out! get out! your twenty dollar over. get out now." Uh....Seriously dude. Very politely, I asked him if he was serious to which he replied "get out! get out! your twenty dollar over. get out now." Uh.....No...After yelling and screaming that he was not leaving us on the side of the interstate... at 1:30 in the morning.... miles away.... and that we would sit in his car and wait until someone picked us up before we got out, we made a comprise.... Well not really. He realized that in order for him to get back to downtown, he would have to take the Brentwood Exit. ha. He flew down the interstate, exited off the exit and looped back around and entered on the on ramp, to where he pulled over and we got out. Not really where we thought we were going, but nonetheless in Brentwood. With Lo on my back, because she was wearing 4.5 inch heels, we/I trucked through the muck to Waffle House where we sat until T came and got us. Always a story. Always.
The next day was brighter, with my family driving up to spend Saturday and Sunday with us. We enjoyed spending time with family and good Southern food, all of which made us want to move back sooner than later. Fear not, we shall return.
2) Lauren and I had a great time in Nashville over the Easter weekend. As always, the day we left DC, Lo was in the happiest mood known to man or woman. We got to Nashville with daylight left, unloaded our bags, and headed to Franklin to have dinner at Boxwood Bistro with Lo's parents and brother. If you are near the Nashville/Brentwood/Franklin area, this restuarant should not pass you by. It was amazing and it just so happens to be owned by some long time friends of Laurens' family and the parents of good ol Katie Horrell. Click on the name above and check out what it has to offer. Go there, you will not be disappointed. Friday evening came Grill Out, Go Out at Jordan's (P.S. this should become an annual event...well most of it..) and boy was that eventful. Eventful because of the following story:
Around 1:30ish...(I know, nothing good happens after 12:00)...Lo and I decided that we were tired of the Honky Tonk Bar Cadillac Ranch. Might I add, this is the 1st time in five years I have gone out in downtown Nashville. Locals steer clear of the tourist bars, unless in the mood for an eventful evening. Anyways, outside of the Ranch, we got into a taxi. I asked the foreign taxi driver, WITH A $20 BILL WAVING IN MY HAND, that all I had was this $20 bill and could it get us to Brentwood. He responded in his taxi driver voice (indian, chinese, mixture, whatever, you know the voice) "yes yes of course. it will take you to brentwood. you. get into car. i take you to brentwood. yes yes brentwood. get in." So after our verbal agreement, we got into the car, headed out of downtown Nashville, and onto I-65 South headed to Brentwood. On the way, a few miles from our exit, our driver pulls over and starts yelling "get out! get out! your twenty dollar over. get out now." Uh....Seriously dude. Very politely, I asked him if he was serious to which he replied "get out! get out! your twenty dollar over. get out now." Uh.....No...After yelling and screaming that he was not leaving us on the side of the interstate... at 1:30 in the morning.... miles away.... and that we would sit in his car and wait until someone picked us up before we got out, we made a comprise.... Well not really. He realized that in order for him to get back to downtown, he would have to take the Brentwood Exit. ha. He flew down the interstate, exited off the exit and looped back around and entered on the on ramp, to where he pulled over and we got out. Not really where we thought we were going, but nonetheless in Brentwood. With Lo on my back, because she was wearing 4.5 inch heels, we/I trucked through the muck to Waffle House where we sat until T came and got us. Always a story. Always.
The next day was brighter, with my family driving up to spend Saturday and Sunday with us. We enjoyed spending time with family and good Southern food, all of which made us want to move back sooner than later. Fear not, we shall return.
Tuesday, April 14
Toire wa doko desu ka?
Back in action, y'all. It's been a few since the WOLO reported, but things are as alive now as Obama's nonsense chatter. Since some of you have been asking (not me or Lo, but our mother's, caught ya) what we have been doing since the B Spears concert, I will give you the five minute wrap.
Both weekends in between Britney Spears (pics are the post below) and now were spent laying low with not much to write about. Lo and I spent some much needed time alone with dinners and naps in the park to keep us occupied.
Last weekend, we woke up early Saturday morning, got a workout in, and made our way through the Cherry Blossom Festival. The weather was gorgeous, so we were able to walk around and soak in all the happenings. Lo bought herself a vintage Kimono and I have to say it looks quite nice on her, a little Asian persuasion. Post Japanese adventure, we continued to the Tidal Basin, where we (along with the other 10,000 people who had the same idea as us) took pictures of the Cherry blossoms.
History lesson: Japan gave 3,020 sakura trees as a gift to the United States in 1912 to celebrate the nations' then-growing friendship.
Enjoy the pics of the Cherry Blossom Festival. Oh yeah, what does my title say? Google it. The translation is on the 5th or 6th link. he he he. Until Next time.......
Both weekends in between Britney Spears (pics are the post below) and now were spent laying low with not much to write about. Lo and I spent some much needed time alone with dinners and naps in the park to keep us occupied.
Last weekend, we woke up early Saturday morning, got a workout in, and made our way through the Cherry Blossom Festival. The weather was gorgeous, so we were able to walk around and soak in all the happenings. Lo bought herself a vintage Kimono and I have to say it looks quite nice on her, a little Asian persuasion. Post Japanese adventure, we continued to the Tidal Basin, where we (along with the other 10,000 people who had the same idea as us) took pictures of the Cherry blossoms.
History lesson: Japan gave 3,020 sakura trees as a gift to the United States in 1912 to celebrate the nations' then-growing friendship.
Enjoy the pics of the Cherry Blossom Festival. Oh yeah, what does my title say? Google it. The translation is on the 5th or 6th link. he he he. Until Next time.......
Pictures from the Circus
As promised, here are a few of the pictures from The Britney Spears Concert. They do not do justice to my post.
Lauren dancing to Toxic. As you can tell she was really excited.
Another action shot.
The happy couple.
Lauren dancing to Toxic. As you can tell she was really excited.
Another action shot.
The happy couple.
Thursday, March 26
I am getting a T-Shirt made that says, "Britney Spears changed my life"
Every single person at one point in time was a Britney fan. If you deny it, then you are lying and people do not like liars.
No.I am not getting a t-shirt made. That was a direct quote from one of my co-workers who, like Lauren and I, attended the Britney Spears concert Tuesday night. I will say, I was hesitant about going, yet excited in an odd way. I will admit, I was/am a fan. Who doesn't like a hot girl even if she did hit the top spot early, sells millions and make millions, get married, divorced, married again, divorced again, wasn't a virgin, was a virgin, wasn't a virgin, have two kids, spent millions, shave her head, attack a car with an umbrella, make starbuck runs every hour, rehab, twice, get taken to a mental hospital on national television, custody battle, crazy managers/paparazzi boyfriends, have her parents control her life again, make new music, get hot again, sell and make more millions, be back at the top spot again......all at the ripe, old age of 27. GEEZ. Sounds like a Soap Opera.
Anyways, Lauren and I went to the concert. As we walked past the numerous catholic school girl uniforms, thongs over jeans, pink toxic t-shirts, girl Britney's, Tranny Britney's, Gay Britney's, and any other imaginable Britney, we finally made our way in and got our seats. After the Pussy Cat Dolls perfomed, BS showed up and boy did she. Lauren and I sat in amazement, with our mouths open for at least 5 minutes. It was insanity. Words can not described what was going on in that place. Thousands of people were screaming for this person who most had tossed to the waste side only a year ago. The show was really cool. It reminded me of Cirque du Soleil.
Britney was fun, but the most fun I had during the concert was watching my wife. When Toxic hit the stage, she jumped to her feet and started singing and dancing(by herself and DID NOT care). It was hilarious. Side Note: She did a great job at both even if her microphone never turned on (her hand in the shape of a microphone... YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT). This continued until the end where she chanted with the thousands, "Britney! Britney! Britney!" and now wants to be her new best friend. I would not have traded this night for anything just to watch her (my wife) at this concert.
All in all it was a great night and my manhood is still in place. I mean honestly, I got to see 6 hot females (PCD & BS) run around in almost nothing...
Note: An actual conversation at the Britney Spears concert:
Late 20s Lady: I would like one tshirt
Young girl standing next to her: Is that for your daughter?
Late 20s Lady: I do not have a daughter. It is for me.
Young girl: Hm..is your boyfriend here with you?
Late 20s Lady: No....my HUSBAND is at home.
Young girl: oh..i didnt know old people liked Britney Spears
Late 20s Lady: Well how old are you? (visibly pissed)
Young girl: 14
Late 20s Lady: You do know you were FOUR in Britney Spears prime. DO YOU EVEN KNOW ANY OF HER SONGS?????? She walked away before a smack down began.
No.I am not getting a t-shirt made. That was a direct quote from one of my co-workers who, like Lauren and I, attended the Britney Spears concert Tuesday night. I will say, I was hesitant about going, yet excited in an odd way. I will admit, I was/am a fan. Who doesn't like a hot girl even if she did hit the top spot early, sells millions and make millions, get married, divorced, married again, divorced again, wasn't a virgin, was a virgin, wasn't a virgin, have two kids, spent millions, shave her head, attack a car with an umbrella, make starbuck runs every hour, rehab, twice, get taken to a mental hospital on national television, custody battle, crazy managers/paparazzi boyfriends, have her parents control her life again, make new music, get hot again, sell and make more millions, be back at the top spot again......all at the ripe, old age of 27. GEEZ. Sounds like a Soap Opera.
Anyways, Lauren and I went to the concert. As we walked past the numerous catholic school girl uniforms, thongs over jeans, pink toxic t-shirts, girl Britney's, Tranny Britney's, Gay Britney's, and any other imaginable Britney, we finally made our way in and got our seats. After the Pussy Cat Dolls perfomed, BS showed up and boy did she. Lauren and I sat in amazement, with our mouths open for at least 5 minutes. It was insanity. Words can not described what was going on in that place. Thousands of people were screaming for this person who most had tossed to the waste side only a year ago. The show was really cool. It reminded me of Cirque du Soleil.
Britney was fun, but the most fun I had during the concert was watching my wife. When Toxic hit the stage, she jumped to her feet and started singing and dancing(by herself and DID NOT care). It was hilarious. Side Note: She did a great job at both even if her microphone never turned on (her hand in the shape of a microphone... YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT). This continued until the end where she chanted with the thousands, "Britney! Britney! Britney!" and now wants to be her new best friend. I would not have traded this night for anything just to watch her (my wife) at this concert.
All in all it was a great night and my manhood is still in place. I mean honestly, I got to see 6 hot females (PCD & BS) run around in almost nothing...
Note: An actual conversation at the Britney Spears concert:
Late 20s Lady: I would like one tshirt
Young girl standing next to her: Is that for your daughter?
Late 20s Lady: I do not have a daughter. It is for me.
Young girl: Hm..is your boyfriend here with you?
Late 20s Lady: No....my HUSBAND is at home.
Young girl: oh..i didnt know old people liked Britney Spears
Late 20s Lady: Well how old are you? (visibly pissed)
Young girl: 14
Late 20s Lady: You do know you were FOUR in Britney Spears prime. DO YOU EVEN KNOW ANY OF HER SONGS?????? She walked away before a smack down began.
Monday, March 23
New Taste on Life
I had begun to write this post last week, but with the crazy week and the fact that my computer cord died leaving me without a computer or Internet, I was unable to finish. It is very interesting the topic that I was discussing: How circumstances in life can drastically alter your perception of the future. I was attempting to make this post a humorous one, but with a recent accident that took the lives of two individuals, one from my hometown, it has become a not so funny one. Ironically, it is interesting to realize that the same content of my post has not changed, but become more profound in my life.
The girl that passed I once knew very well. While I have not hung out or seen her in quite some time, I still feel a huge sense of loss. Lauren and I have friends who were extremely close to her and are having a difficult time coping with her death. Her loss has affected many.
The following was the main content of my post. Now with what has occurred it has brought new meaning to its message.
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
The girl that passed I once knew very well. While I have not hung out or seen her in quite some time, I still feel a huge sense of loss. Lauren and I have friends who were extremely close to her and are having a difficult time coping with her death. Her loss has affected many.
The following was the main content of my post. Now with what has occurred it has brought new meaning to its message.
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
Sunday, March 15
Wolo's New Extravaganza!
Okay, so Wesley and I have been apartment hunting lately to see if we can move to a different part of town (and a place with a separate bedroom!!). In the meantime, we did some redecorating (all credit going to Wesley... I was actually against this change in the beginning.. of course.. but now I love it!). We moved some things around.. and here is our new setup!
From the front door...
Our new living room nook!
Comfy...
My little corner...
To the kitchen!
And this is our humble abode!!! Hope yall like it. :)
From the front door...
Our new living room nook!
Comfy...
My little corner...
To the kitchen!
And this is our humble abode!!! Hope yall like it. :)
Snow snow come again... say I don't have to go to work tomorrow....
Okay, so one month ago I said I was going to become a better blogger. Well, that didn't happen. I am just now updating our snow pictures from two weeks ago (plus I have missed countless other fantastic events that I haven't blogged about!). ANYWAY, here are some pictures from our recent snow storm (and I still had to go to work!!) This is the pictures of our street!
BRITISH EMBASSY!
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