Abby

I decided to talk about a girl very dear and close to me. These days everyone is getting their own puppy, and it makes me miss my own dog I've had all of these years. Her name is Abby and she has been a part of my family since May 1999. Abby is the cutest mutt, part Border Collie and possibly Papillon, we don't know for sure what she is, but she is definitely part Border Collie. We picked her up from the pound as a skinny little helpless thing, and we took her home the day she was going to be put down. She was about one year old when we got her, according to the doctor, so she is around 13-14 years today. I know she will die in the next couple of years, but she is happy and healthy these days. She is still perky just like a puppy, and she looks young and fluffy still as well. She has always been a scared and skittish dog when it comes to big 'scary' things. Although she will chase a deer in a second, and she loves people and will be in your lap in an instant. She is the perfect size for a lap dog, which is exactly what she is. Like every dog these days she sleeps all the time, but we can just let her out the door to do her business and she will nudge the door open when she is done. She would never run away because she knows she'd miss out on all the dank food and love. She never played with toys much, or played fetch, but she loved to tear up wrapping paper into little tiny pieces whenever prompted. I miss her a lot and can't wait to see her happy, wiggling self when I get some. I'll attach some photo's so you know that I'm not just bias when I say Abby's cute.

In this picture, Abby is enjoying our garden where she loves to eat zinnias.

Here is a picture of her in her usual spot, cuddling up with my mom.

The past two pictures have been of when Abby was younger and in the middle of her life.
These next two are pictures of her just a few months ago.

Abby lampin' in her favorite spot, in her favorite position.

She has always had the driest (as opposed to oily), softest fur that complements her sweet composure. People always say she's the cutest dog when we go for her walks.

Dirk's Ring

As I'm sure everyone knows...Dirk Nowitzki and the rest of the Dallas Mavericks have just won the National Basketball Association's Championship. This is the pinnacle point of the season for obvious reason and I would like to touch on a few points. First, I was pulling for Dallas over the Miami Heat because Dirk has been in the league for quite some time and he has had few opportunities to win a championship ring. Late in his career, this may be his last NBA finals and I am glad he finally won. On the other hand, right after he won, Dirk exited the stage and did not shake any other the opposing players hands in good sportsmanlike manner. He returned to the stage with the rest of the team because they had to accept the trophy, but I did not like the way he didn't show any good conduct toward the Heat. It was fun to watch Miami play because of their stacked squad and entertaining finesse. And I'm glad that they didn't win the first year they tried this supergroup. They have a few more seasons to build a dynasty. Everything worked out as I wanted, and it was a great playoff series to watch.

Towed

Well...last night I was awake in my apartment around 2 a.m. and I heard what sounded like a fight because I heard a lot of people shouting. When I peeked through my kitchen window, I saw at least 20 people rioting, or at least causing some kind of havoc. Some of them were wrestling on the asphalt while others provoked the brawlers further. I ignored the antics and went to bed, but when I woke up I went outside to go drive to lunch and found my car missing. Apparently, because of the loud people disturbing the peace last night, Brookstone (my apartment complex) called for Earl's wrecker service to tow cars. Apparently I didn't have a parking pass sticker on my car and I had my car towed as well. As you can imagine it was pretty strange not having my car in my parking spot. Now I have to negotiate with the Brookstone staff to pay for my cars release. This is going to be such a hassle and I could not go where I needed tonight. People around Brookstone have been getting much more riled up lately and I hope nothing further happens. By the way, the people rioting were just expressing their inner animal and releasing the daily stress by freaking out. I just wish it could be more contained, so other people don't get screwed.

Trust in Trouble

I find myself, throughout my life, trusting what people say to easily. The problem to me is the easily part. Skepticism is born this way. Once your trust has been broken, you become skeptical. Skepticism leads people to distort the truth. It seems that personally, I have found that most of my cynical friends find deceiving people pleasurable. I find that a crucial coincidence. If everyone told the truth undoubtedly, there would be no conflict. But, just like world peace, that will never happen. Unfortunately, there are too many bad apples in our population whose goal is to distort what is good, right, and should be. That's the way it ought to be, everyone peacefully getting along with no trife or drama. Negotiating tension properly is the key to keeping the balance of right and wrong. Everyone will be wrong sometime, and we can find commonality with that in order to support people instead of beat them down with our words and actions. Once you're wrong, you can be right.

You won't.

"You won't" is something someone says to someone else who says they are going to try something or think they are capable of doing a specific task. For example, if a friend of yours is about to shoot a trick shot in basketball you would say "you won't." Or if some friends say they are going to jump of the pier, you say "you won't." This is not something to discourage another friend from achieve his or her goals, but simply a way to have fun. It is an inside joke that me and some of my friends created a few years ago. Warning: Do not say "You won't" to someone trying somethings obviously dangerous. If they harm themselves or others, you may feel or even be partially responsible.

Something a little different, but almost the same is the Nesbit. This is again something you can do with your friends, and precaution is needed so you don't overdose. (On fun or booze). A Nesbit is a formation of cups during a "re-rack" while playing the game of Beer or "Water" Pong.

Picture of a Nesbit:

It is a parallelogram facing you. So it is two straight lines but staggered.

THIS IS NOT MY IDEA. This is the idea of Zach Gostling.
This is a picture of a Zach Gostling:

Notice the 6' 8" quality.