And then there is this

My pirate name is:

Iron Harry Vane

A pirate's life isn't easy; it takes a tough person. That's okay with you, though, since you a tough person. You tend to blend into the background occaisionally, but that's okay, because it's much easier to sneak up on people and disembowel them that way. Arr!

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I like it! Sorry the formatting is kind of screwy. The site didn't give me good code & I can't program in HTML!

Talk Like a Pirate Day

Back to the balance of the bike trip later, I need to find photos of Eureka Springs anyway.

I discovered through a sports blog (go figure) that today is Talk Like a Pirate Day, so I went to their web site http://www.talklikeapirate.com/ Very interesting. Anyway, I took a personality test & they gave me code to place in my blog. Here it is:

You are The Cap'n!

Some men and women are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any scalawag who stands between them and unlimited power. You never met a man - or woman - you couldn't eviscerate. You are the definitive Man of Action, the CEO of the Seven Seas, Lee Iacocca in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. You’re mission-oriented, and if anyone gets in the way, that’s his problem, now isn’t? Your buckle was swashed long ago and you have never been so sure of anything as your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off his head if he shows any sign of taking you on or backing down. If one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.

What's Yer Inner Pirate?
brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!

So, there you have it - I'm The Cap'n & all this time I thought I was a Leo!

Labor Day Ride part 2

View of the lake at Petit Jean State Park

I took several pictures of the lake & this tree. Some with my camera, some with my Mom's more expensive camera. I like this one; plus, the one's with Mom's camera are much larger images, so Blogger has some issues with them.

While at Petit Jean State Park, my Dad decided to nap. Note his head is on my Mom's leather chaps & his hat is shielding his eyes from what little sun is coming through the trees. His boots are off & he was clearly asleep! The snoring gave him away!

We got to Clarksville right at dark. My sis & I had bootlegged beer into a dry county, but all the ice in the small cooler had melted. We re-iced & waited for it to cool. We all re-grouped in the pool at the motel. It was cool & nice, but reasonably crowded with other families with small children. I especially liked the 19 year old in the Confederate Battle Flag bikini.

Regardless of the company, all six of us cooled in the pool & talked about my cousin who races bikes on tracks. He's raced maybe 6 or 8 times & was scheduled for "track day" that day. Track day is when each rider gets used to the new track but doesn't race or participate in timed trials. According to my cousin, no one wrecks on track day. Until Saturday, September 1st. He wrecked & broke his collar bone, again. The bike is fine, but he's done for the season. That dominated the conversation in the pool & hot tub later. Of course, the young man is 26 years old & can make his own decisions about his bike & his body, so his parent's grousing about it does little good.

We eventually moved to my parent's room to play Rook. I was a novice & no one told me the complete rules, so my aunt & I lost to sis & uncle. We played probably 6 or 8 hands & then went to bed.

The next morning we tried the Continental Breakfast at the motel. It was ok, but not great. Mostly, I had coffee. We talked with some folks from Witchita, KS who were passing through, heading to Tennessee with no real agenda other than Monday, September 10th 8:00 AM they had to be back at work. It was a little cool this morning & I knew we'd be heading into the Ozark National Forest, so I put on the long-sleeved Turner's Bend shirt. My Dad harrassed me about it because, in his mind, the pig was riding a Harley & he thought Leroy would take exception to that. I assured Dad that Leroy & I had reached an accord about the shirt.

We left the Arkansas River Valley up Hwy 23 & then turned onto forest roads to wind over to Haw Creek Falls camp ground. I hesitate to publish the name of it here because it is one of the few unspoiled areas in the Ozarks & I'd like it to stay that way. It is somewhat difficult to find, but does show up on maps that show the state campgrounds. If you see this & travel there, please respect the wilderness. Take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints. Unfortunately, not all do so - we cleaned up several beer cans & a used diaper from the area around the falls.

When I was in my teen years, there were no paved roads to it, no toilets once you got there & no picnic tables, trash cans, etc. It was primative camping in one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen. There are maybe a dozen camp site spread around a loop dirt road.

View down the loop road at the campground

Squirrell camp was always at the end where you can see the picnic table

The Falls at Haw Creek, dried for the summer

What little trickle there was at Haw Creek Falls

The only thing that had changed at Haw Creek Falls was what I mentioned above. They recently built compost toilet buildings, put in picnic tables & trash cans. Still very primative - no showers or running water of any sort, no power, no RV hook-ups. There were several groups of campers there. When we used to go, there were none. We would go to hunt squirrell in the valley. They were plentiful this day, though we were not hunting. I was reminded of the day that Dad killed a squirrell. We went to the falls to clean it. Right then & there, I decided that I was not to be a Great White Hunter - I simply could not stomach the cleaning of the animals.

I was reminded of the beauty of the place. I was reminded of the nights spent under the stars & the camp fires & the stories & the friends. My friend Perry Jon is now in Iraq with the Arkansas National Guard. His father, Jerry, led the same unit in the original Desert Shield. Jerry died a few years ago, but its a shame that he was not allowed to finish the job in Iraq when he was there in the early 1990's. Now his son has to be there, leaving a wife & 2 children alone in Arkansas. It was a bitter sweet occassion.

Jerry was the leader of the squirrell camp, a realtor from nearby Dardanelle. Dad began going when Jerry's sons & I were too young to hunt. As we got older, the group dwindled. Most moved away from Dardanelle or just got too busy. Dad loved those weekends & I loved the few times I went with him when I was old enough. There's one famous story of a weekend when it was just Dad, Jerry, his sons Perry Jon & Kimble & myself. The dads warned us not to play in the creek, but we did & came back with wet boots. Kimble burned his boot laces trying to dry them by the fire!

We left Haw Creek Falls too soon, but I promised myself, silently, to return within 2 years with my father & children to observe the beauty of the place where I used to camp. My father wrote a story about the place that mentions taking his grandchildren there. When my 2 year old is a little older, I'll make sure Dad takes his grandchildren there.

We took forest roads on over to Scenic Highway 7 & turned north towards Jasper & Harrison. My brother-in-law was to meet us in Harrison for lunch. This is a view from Highway 7.

View from overlook off Highway 7, south of Jasper

Me leaping over the rockwall at the overlook after retreiving a water bottle that fell off the wall. Environmental friendliness ahead off personal safety

From Harrison, we said goodbye to my uncle & aunt, who headed back to Kansas City. We backtracked down to Jasper so we could take the route south of the Buffalo National River over to Kingston, up through Huntsville & finally into Eureka Springs, where we stopped for the night.

This was a great ride that reminded me of boy scouting days. We passed the entrance to Camp Orr, the summer camp of the district. I spent a week there several summers in a row. The camp is on the Buffalo National River. There are large fields on the river's edge for archery & other activities. The camp sites are up the hill away from the river. I once did the Mile Swim in the river. That's much harder than doing it in a pool - one lap you are swimming with the current, but then you have to turn around & swim against the current.

My troop would canoe at least once a year on the Buffalo River. We would typically borrow the scout camp's canoes, put in at the camp & then canoe a few miles down river & take out at Pruitt, near Jasper. Many memories of great camping came out of this ride.

Labor Day Ride

Just back from the annual Labor Day motorcycle ride with my family. This year, I flew into Dallas on Thursday. Dad & I rode Friday afternoon from Plano, TX to Atoka, OK where we trailered the bikes on up to Fayetteville. It was a nice ride, but a little boring on US 75. I had the Goldwing so I was surfing radio stations the whole way. Found the local country station in Sherman & listed to it for a good bit. We finally got to Fayetteville, AR around 10:00 PM.

The Kemp Crew at the foot of Mt. Magazine, AR

Saturday morning dawned clear, but a little cool. We left Fayetteville around 8:30 AM & headed out Hwy 16 down what is called "The Pig Trail." It got that name as the favored route for college students at the University of Arkansas travelling home to Little Rock & parts east. It was quicker & less travelled than US Hwy 71. The Pig Trail puts you on I-40 at Ozark well east of Alma where 71 catches I-40. However, with the completion of I-540 several years ago, neither route gets that much traffic anymore and the roadway shows! Its a little rough, but the switchback curves are great! My sister & I frequently took the curves faster than the old folks. Of course, they are both riding 2-up & sis & I are singles.

It was a great ride! We stopped just south of the Hwy 16-Hwy 23 junction at Turner's Bend for a break. Mom bought us all t-shirts advertising Turner's Bend & The Pig Trail. Mine is black & long sleeved with a snarling pig on the back, complete with earring, do-rag & thumbs-up sitting straddle handle bars. Very cool. I almost bought a black cowboy hat, but resisted as I couldn't figure out how to get it back without crushing it in a saddle bag. My uncle especially liked the gal behind the counter wiggling her butt to the classic rock station on the radio!

Crew plus bikes at foot of Mt. Magazine

I'm 2nd from left with Leroy. Dad is next to me with the 'wing.

Uncle & Aunt with the new BM'er are on right

We continued on down State Road 309 to climb Mt. Magazine, the highest point in Arkansas. Lunch was at the lodge on top. What a beautiful view from the top!

View from the top of Mt. Magazine at the lodge looking south

Upon leaving the lodge on the mountain, I promptly ran Leroy out of gas! I knew it was going to be close, but neither Dad nor I could remember the mileage when we last filled up. Leroy can go around 130 miles on a tank. We last filled up somewhere around 20 miles from Atoka, OK before trailering the bikes at Atoka. At that time, I was riding the 'wing & Dad was on Leroy. Fortunately, Leroy has a reserve tank. It took a few minutes to pump the gas down from reserve, but he soon started up. Sis was leading with strict instructions to hit the first station at the bottom of the mountain!

Falling back down into the Arkansas River Valley, the temperature shot up to over 90 degrees. We rode over to Petit Jean State Park, which is up a slightly shorter mountain. We rested there for probably an hour and a half or so. Then we contined on to Danville & into Dardanelle where we crossed the Arkansas River & into Russellville, the first town I remember living in. Not much has changed in Russellville recently. We ate dinner at Whattaburger, not the chain, but the original drive-in owned by the Feltner family. Great burgers. Last stop of the day was in Clarksville about 20 miles west of Russellville.

Two problems: 1.) travelling west at sunset is brutal! & 2.) the Razorback football game kicked off at 6:00 PM so every state trooper on duty was patrolling so he could listen to the game on the radio! We must have seen 4 or 5 in the 20 miles between Russellville & our motel in Clarksville.

Funny story though. Just outside of Russellville, we crossed a levee that forms the southeastern bank of Lake Dardanelle & protects Russellville proper. Dad said that his dad, Grandpa Kemp, was driving the water truck for the construction company that built the levee. As work progressed, the bank became too steep to safely drive the water truck on. Grandpa got into a tiff with the foreman over it. The foreman insisted that the slope be watered down by truck & would not listen to reason. Grandpa turned the truck around so that as he drove on the slope, the driver side was high & he locked the door open. When the truck began to roll, he stepped off the running board & let the truck roll off into the dale below, just as he knew it would!

Been a while since I posted. Summer has come & gone - school starts Monday. The 10 year old is cautiously optomistic to go back to school, but the 7 year old is set against it. In June, my wife left her job of the last 6 years to stay at home. The life of a Director of Alumnae Relations at a private women's college is frought with late nights, weekend meetings, low pay, you name it. Burn out started about 3 years ago, but with the birth of our third child in 2005, it embebbed slightly. We also had to wait for her love of the College to not be outweighed by the crappiness of the job. That reached a head in fall of 2006. She finally made the decision in winter & tendered her resignation to the college President in March 2007; giving 3 months for them to hire her successor. The successor started July 15, 6 weeks after my wife left. What a freaking joke that place is! Anyway....

The summer has been good. My Construction Specifications Institute chapter hosted the National Convention in June. Lots of work, but a very rewarding experience. I was slightly sorry to see it end. I played part time on 2 different softball teams - office & Church, but mostly office. We travelled to Dallas & Arkansas in July to visit my family. Spent a few days with my great uncle, also an architect, at his new home in Heber Springs, AR. Beautiful place - sits on a high bluff overlooking Greer's Ferry Lake. My wife was not too impressed - she's a city girl who grew up outside of DC. Greer's Ferry Lake is about 1-1/2 hours outside of Little Rock, AR, a town of about 250,000. She was a little out of her element.

Of course, the hotel accomodations didn't help. My parents didn't want to impose on Uncle Mike & his new wife, Miss Max, so we got rooms nearby. Now, this was the days immediately following the 4th of July, so rooms were scarce. Technically, rooms are scarce at Greer's Ferry Lake anyway. We stayed at a fishing lodge - metal spring beds with thin mattresses & few towels. But, for $30 we could have joined the Yacht Club (that was the name, no lie) & drank in a dry county. The 2nd night, a transformer blew so the entire area lost power. The party from the Yacht Club spilled out into the parking lot complete with Johnny Cash's Folsom Prison tape on a truck stereo. It was a disaster.

But, we survived. The trip was probably 2 days longer than it should have been, but we took the 7 year old to see the Transformers movie - awesome - & wife, 10 year old & I saw Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix at midnight when it opened - also awesome. Actually, the freak show was probably better than the movie.

Soccer practice started this week. As I said, school starts next week. Fantasy football draft Wednesday, Miss State plays LSU on Thursday, the same day I fly to Dallas for our annual family motorcycle ride over Labor Day. Busy, busy, busy.

Red Box

I'm not sure how widespread the DVD rental "Red Box" is nationwide. Here in Maryland, most McDonalds have 1 either inside or in the parking lot somewhere & some grocery stores are starting to add them. The concept is genius - put in a credit card, type in an e-mail address, scroll through some menus, pick your movie & it rents for $1 per day. They instantly hit your credit card for the first day. Then, every 4 or 5 days you have the movie, they hit it again. After 24 days, you own the movie. No late fees, no phone calls, no BS. You can return the movie to ANY Red Box, not the one you rented it from. Bar codes tell the machine what movies it has available to rent.

Last week, I had 2 movies to return, so I did it on my way home from work. When I got to my favorite Red Box at a nearby McDonalds, there was a line ahead of me. A mother with 2 4-5 year old boys was just finishing up. There was a man and a woman, separately, ahead of me when I stepped up. I witnessed what could be called the Red Box syndrome. The man asked the woman & me if we were just returning, since we both had DVD's in our hand, or were we also renting. I was just returning as was the woman ahead of me. At first, I thought the man was being polite & was going to let us go ahead of him. This ended up being the case, but he also questioned us about what we were returning & if it was good, knowing that if he wanted it, it would be instantly available, unlike at video rental stores where the clerks have to check everything back in to their computer system.

I happened to be returning "The DaVinci Code" which was excellent & told him so. He then stepped over to a car where his lady was waiting & said, "he's got "The DaVinci Code" & he says it was real good!" Not sure if he rented it or not, but look out for the Red Box Syndrome in your area!

The Creative One

Last night, my mother-in-law took us out to dinner to celebrate my wife quitting her job. Long story, more later.

Anyway, Amy chose Macaroni Grill, a family favorite from way back. We arrived at 6 & were given an hour wait with the little remote thing. Had a couple of drinks in the bar, pestered a couple we sat next to for 30 minutes & then finally were seated.

Jen, the mother-in-law, breaks out a game on the paper table cloth - she draws a short line or squiggle or something & then the kids complete the picture. After we did worms, whales, ears, smiley faces, Amy draws a zig-zag of lines. Will, the 7 year old, draws long lines from each end & the connects the long lines at the bottom like a large building or something with a jagged top. He then draws a square on top of one peaks & some colored in cirles down from the zags.

As we all try to guess what it is, the waitress comes over. Will announces that it is a mountain with a porta-potty on top!

State hoops

I am a huge college basketball fan. I will watch virtually any game any time during the season. Growing up in Arkansas, I remember Sidney Moncrief, U.S. Reed & the others paving the way for Nolan Richardson & co. to win it all in 1994. The home games I missed while attending Miss State can be counted on 1 hand, with fingers left over. The tickets were free to students & the coliseum is across the street from the Architecture Building.

After 7-1/2 years in Baltimore, MD, I finally had the chance to watch my alma mater play basketball within driving distance. I drove about 1 -1/2 hours down to Fairfax, VA & watched the Bulldogs play George Mason University. I loved every minute of it, even though we lost by 4. GM is a seasoned & extremely well-coached team. State is far more talented, but when there are 3 freshman & 2 sophomores on a court with juniors & seniors who played in the Final Four last season, you guess who comes out on top.

A 4 point loss is probably a good showing. 2 days before New Year, GM had about 8,000 fans in attendance. To our credit, there were about 200 of us in maroon & white. There apparently was at 1 other Orioles fan, who shouted "O" during the National Anthem. If you don't get the joke, I'll try to fill you in later.

Anyway, we had flashes of great play & flashes of 3 freshman & 2 sophomores playing. We turned the ball over at key junctures, but also came up with 9 blocks. We out rebounded GM by 5, but watching the game I would have sworn we were out rebounded. The box score I saw doesn't break out offensive v. defensive rebounds, but I would estimate they beat us by 5 in strictly offensive rebounds.

State had the most talent on the floor by far. If these guys stay together till the sophomores are seniors & the freshman are juniors, they can make some noise in the SEC & NCAA tourney. As is stands today, we will lose probably 75% of our SEC road games, rally late in the season to finish at .500 & win a couple in the NIT. I doubt this team can get their shit together to make the Big Dance. Their point guard is too selfish. The true freshman who plays some point is more of a shooting guard. The center is 6'-9" & only 195. He plays tip drill instead of grabbing rebounds. Any team with a true big man will eat us alive in the paint.

They will be fun to watch, no doubt about it, but we will not hang with the elite in the SEC. And, we showed today that we can't make the big runs to bury teams & quiet their crowds.

This, that & the other

As luck would have it, I've had the opportunity to chat with the founder of our firm on a couple of occasions recently - at the coffee pot, in the elevator, that sort of thing. I think he's been seeking me out as well, so that's pretty cool.

Soccer season is winding down. My 6 year old's team is probably just under .500, but with under-8 Catholic Youth, you're not really supposed to keep score. My daughter's under-12 team is at .500 (4-4) after today's game. She has yet to score a goal, but came VERY close today. She's not very quick on her feet & that causes some issues, but she leaves it all on the field, so I can't ask for any more than that. By the way, I'm part of a 3-headed monster that coaches. The "head" coach grew up in Baltimore & won a soccer National Champioship at CCBC Essex in college. Head is in quotes because we're really all equal. Then there's me, who learned everything I know about soccer from him. We're both firey at practice & on the side lines during games. The third is the straight man who does the substitutions during games. Its a nice setup, but only happens every other year - the other two's daughters are a year older than mine, so they move up a league next year.

Funny thing about this team - we dominated the first game 5-0 then lost the 3 of the next 4. Now, we've won 3 straight. If I'm remembering correctly, the last team we lost to was the team we beat today. Lost 1-0, won today 1-0. Pretty evenly matched teams. Our girls are starting to get it, working as a team, talking on the field, helping each other out. I wish the offense worked a little more like a team, but maybe that'll come.

My wife briefly considered changing jobs in October, but decided to stand pat. The position she was considering was in admissions at the college where she works now. It was a part-time position. Ultimately, the decision came down to getting some support & some changes from her current VP & not wanting to work for the other VP. I didn't really care which job she took, I just want her to be happy.

Gearing up for a trip to Disney. We're flying out Saturday 11/11 & returning Sunday 11/19. My mother-in-law has a time share in Orlando so she's taking care of the accomodations & park tickets for the grandchildren. It should be about a $3000 trip for us by the time we bought our plane ticks, rent a care, eat, drink, do the parks. Of course, it would have been easily $1000 more if we had to cover room.

My promotion will get announced on Tuesday. They had to wait until November for some reason. It'll be effective on Wednesday, 11/01.

Promotion at Work

Architects are a funny breed. We are notoriously poor at managing our businesses. There are as many organizational forms as there are architectural firms. Many utilize titles such as associate, senior associate, associate principal. In some firms, those titles are essentially meaningless until the word "principal" comes into play. I used to work for such a firm. When you were licensed and showed some sort of loyalty to the firm, you were made an associate. In a firm of 250 people, all but the most junior people were either associate or above. It was a meaningless title.

My current firm has no such issues. Associate is only bestowed on those who are committed to the craft of architecture and to the firm as a whole. They are those who are on the track to bigger and better things with the firm and the principals recognize that. Associates are seen as the leaders of the firm and are expected to take a larger role in management of the firm. Each year, only a handful of people are promoted and it occurs in the fall following the principals retreat.

On Thursday, the two principals I work most closely with took me out to lunch. I have been promoted to associate after only one year the firm. It is quite an honor and I am humbled by the trust put in me. I knew this was the right firm for me from the start, so being recognized by the principals in this way, cements that this is the right firm for me. More importantly, I have only worked with three of the seven principals and they are the most junior principals at that. I have tried to get to know the other principals, mostly for political purposes, but apparently, they see my contributions anyway. The two did recommend that I seek out the founder and president of the firm and get to know him a little better. That's my task for the fall!

Its Been Awhile

Its been about 6 months since I posted. Somethings have happened recently that might hopefully help me post more often.

Over this past Labor Day, I took my now annual trip to Arkansas to ride motorcyles with my family. Here are some shots I took....

View of the Buffalo National River from the low water bridge

Ponca, Arkansas

Another view from the low water bridge of the Route 43 bridge

Ponca, Arkansas

Someone's private covered bridge

Ponca, Arkansas

The Newton County Library

Jasper, Arkansas

These images are were I grew up. I actually lived in Fayetteville, Arkansas, some 70-80 miles away, but I attended camps & vacationed in these areas. The Newton County Library is one of the first buildings I worked on the design of that I can actually trace through construction. The finished product is quite different from the drawings I remember, but it serves its purpose.

Our Boy Scout camp was Camp Orr on the Buffalo National River not far from Ponca. We would usually stop at Ponca on our way camp. My troop also frequently canoed the Buffalo in the spring. 20 years ago, the Rte. 43 bridge in the background was under construction. The only way through Ponca was across the low water bridge. In the late spring, it was a coin flip whether you could cross or not.

This past trip, the 2nd annual birthday present from my parents, was different from the first. My mom & I discussed our souls more than before. My uncle who lives in Kansas City & mets us for these rides, is, as mom says, a walking time bomb. I can't remember the exact details, but 10 years ago he had some seizures & a brain surgery that affected his personality. Up to then, he was a holy roller. He's more calm about that now & much better to be around. His doctors do NOT want him riding motorcycles because of the anti-seizure meds he's on. He will eventually drop dead one day, sooner than he should. These trips remind him of his younger days & better times.

For my mom & dad, they remind them of when my sister & I were little, dad on the Honda 175, mom on the Yamaha 125, sister on the Honda 85 & me at 5 years old on the Honda 50, tearing the trails around Russelville, Arkansas.

For me, they allow me to reconnect with family, friends & remind me of who I am. I remember in college one summer, I had a very serious, very physical relationship with a young woman who grew up in southern Arkansas & hated it. She could not wait to graduate from UofA & get the hell out of the state. I was attending college in Mississippi & could not wait to get back home. A turning point was reached on a trip to Eureka Springs, AR one Sunday afternoon. I took her to the top of the Crescent Hotel & pointed at the beautiful green mountains all around & proclaimed that this is who I am & this is where I intend to live. We parted, forever, when I returned to Mississippi in August. I was 22 years old. I graduated from college just short of my 24th birthday & have not lived in Arkansas since. That's going on 14 years. I often think about Jen when I'm home & what might have happened had I known then what I know now.

When I graduated, there were few jobs for intern architects in Fayetteville, Arkansas & all were gobbled up by graduates of the UofA. I chose to stay in Jackson, Mississippi, met my future wife, married & moved to Baltimore where we raise our 3 kids. I loved Jen then, but I love my wife much more now. I have no regrets & this is where I want to be, but I feel the pull to return each year, ride motorcycles through the Ozarks & hopefully one day, spend a summer there with my children, showing them where & how I grew up.

Vegas baby!

That was my wife's tag line for our 10th anniversary trip to Las Vegas for the Construction Specifications Institute's National Convention. If you follow my other blog, The Accidental Leader, you know a little more about the organization & the convention.

The week started out poorly - my wife had meetings all day Saturday. I tried to get housework done, but with all 3 kids at home, it was a little difficult. Then, I had a stomach bug Saturday night which kept me down most of the day Sunday. When we got home from the home inspection Monday afternoon, we had much work to do. Somehow, we got the work done, got the kids to school Tuesday morning and got to the airport on time Tuesday afternoon.

We then sat in the terminal for an hour waiting on our plane's turn to come up in Chicago - there was fog & low ceiling, so 1 runway was closed. Got to Chicago, our connection was on-time, contrary to what we were told by the United staff. Got on the plane to Vegas & sat on the plane for 2 hours waiting on our turn to come up in Vegas - weather problems again. Needless to say, all passengers were a little testy.

Finally got checked into the hotel around 11 PM, which felt like 2 PM with the time change. At 3:30 AM, our daughter called saying our 6 year old son was throwing up. My wife spent the next hour or so on the phone trying to get the babysitter relieved early since he couldn't go to school. Sometime on Wednesday, my mother-in-law arrived to relieve the babysitter.

Thursday morning started out with a call saying our daughter, with the broken ankle, had tripped coming down the steps outside our house & landed on the casted ankle. The school had called, she was in real pain & needed to be picked up. My wife spent a large amount of time that day trying to get a hold of doctors to determine if x-rays were needed.

Friday was the last straw - all 3 kids + mother-in-law were sick & throwing up. We got my wife on a Southwest flight home.

The time we had together was great, the convention was good, but all the problems with the kids was a huge downer!

WE GOT IT!

At the exact moment I got on a conference call this afternoon, my wife called to tell me we got the house! No real changes to the contract, except the settlement date is a little strange. We wanted to close April 26, but for no particular reason other than to get 'er done. The sellers are an elderly couple who are buying a house from their daughter. The daughter has a new house lined up but there needs to be a weekend when they can all move. They wanted to set the closing for May 15, but I don't want to pay the taxes for 16 days in May. We haven't yet agreed on the settlement date, but we signed the contract & set it back just to get the house off the market. If we have to eat a little more interest, so be it.

Inspection is 4 PM on Monday!

house hunting

Warmed back up to the 'hood on the 2nd house, but missed the contract by less than 1 hour. We were on our way to my wife's office to sign our contract when our agent called the seller's agent. The seller's agent was recieving the signed contract at that moment.

Worked out for the best though because last night we looked at one a pitching wedge golf shot from my buddy Ed's place, which is in the exact area we wanted to be. We signed that contract last night & bumped the asking price up $6K. We hope to heard something today. I think our agent is nervous about the timing because of our trip next week. I assured him that if we need to do the inspection Monday, I'd make time at work to be there for it!

Say a little prayer for us, I've been saying several myself!

Checking in

Been a while since I posted... Since the last post, Mom & Dad visited for a long weekend, Mare broke her ankle, we started the house search, we put in a contract on a house, it was rejected, we found another, we've gotten turned off to the neighborhood, we're warming back up to the neighborhood and I was on the interview team for a forensic medical lab here in Baltimore. Whew! I'm tired & we go to Vegas next week! I hope to rest some there, but I doubt it'll happen!

Nice visit with Mom & Dad. They flew in LATE Friday night & flew back out EARLY Wednesday morning, so they stayed almost a week. They kept the kids while we met with a realtor on Saturday. We did family photos Monday evening. I had much work to do, so I worked Monday & Tuesday evenings from home. Monday, they chaperoned Mare's field trip to the Museum of Industry downtown. Tuesday, they did Munchkins for Moms at school & then took the big kids to Port Discovery & had a blast!

Hired a realtor - real nice guy named Randy, relatively new to real estate, but seems to know his stuff. We looked at several houses Tuesday night while M/D kept the kids. Didn't see much then, but saw a couple of good ones on Friday night & then fell in love with one on Sunday night, while Leslie kept the kids. Put a contract in Sunday night around 9. The seller's agent called Randy & said he was taking our contract over to the sellers that night. I got pumped because this house is beautiful. 10:20 PM Randy called & said the other offer was well above our's plus it had an escalation clause meaning their offer would automatically go up should our's have been higher. Let them have it! The asking price was $249,900 & we offered $249,000. I felt that was over-priced by $10-15,000. More on that later.

Last Thursday, a kid grabbed Mare from behind while playing Capture the Flag in gym class. They both went down, he got a demerit & Mare got a small fracture in her ankle. Went to the ER at St Joe's Thursday afternoon & they took x-rays & sent us to an orthropod Friday. He put her in a hot pink cast for 4 weeks. Good Friday we go back to see him & hopefully the cast comes off. She's a trooper, but school days are beginning to take a toll. Doc said she could put weight on it as is comfortable & I think she puts too much weight on it. Should be exciting.

Monday, I was on the interview team for a new forensic medical center here in town. It was a DGS interview, so its a crap shoot whether we won the job or not. I think we did a good job & I'm glad to have the first interview with the new firm under my belt. I think the next one will go more smoothly although the boss came by yesterday afternoon & said I did a great job in the interview.

Took a 2nd look at a different house last night. Had Randy write a contract, but we haven't signed it. Got nervous about the neighborhood. Wife went by last night at 10:00 PM & felt there was a little too much vehicular traffic for that time on Monday night. I'm going by around 9 tonight to check it out as well. Wife talked to a co-worker today who used to live in the area. He liked it & said the traffic is because there's only 1 way into & 1 way out of the 'hood. Makes sense. We found some internet articles on some apartments nearby that were less than flattering. We're slow playing this one, so we'll see.

We fly to Vegas for the CSI convention Tuesday afternoon. Part of me can't wait, but part of me is also exhausted! More on that later....

Review

Had my 90 day performance review at work 60 days too late. That seem to indicate to me that all is going well. I was surprised by the love-fest that ensued. At my other firm, the 2 partners had kind of an unplanned good cop bad cop routine. The one principal I think thought she had to say some negative things in order for it to be constructive. She is a negative person, so it fits. I expected similar because of the 2 personalities I'm dealing with - the principal I work closest with being the bad cop.

No such issue - he started by saying he is 110% pleased with the work I'm doing! It went up hill from there. I hope to make associate this summer when they review promotions. I also hope to make more interview teams & assist more with marketing. On Monday the 20th, we're interviewing for a job with a local university who's recently been a client of mine. That same client has another project coming out later this year, plus another client of mine has a building coming out this summer that we are positioning ourselves for. We have a building there under construction & the young architect handling CA is doing a bang up job. Combine that with my 2 buildings for that client, & we look on paper like a formidable team.

Big thing I need to keep my eye on is the soft marketing. Making sure when the student center at our WVa client comes out, we know about it 6 months ahead of time. Make contacts with my other clients & see what they have coming out, that sort of thing. Both principals agreed that I'm posititioning myself with the firm to be in line for a principalship in the future, which is exactly my goal!

Father/Daughter Dance

Just got home from the Girl Scout's Father/Daughter Dance. This is our 4th as my daughter is in 4th grade. I marvelled this year at how young & small the 1st grade girls look compared to my big girl. She's grown up & is so beautiful its hard to imagine...

We had a blast as usual. My best friend is the DJ & his daughter is in 5th grade. We dance a little, chat a lot, generally have almost as much fun as the girls! The highlight this year is the High School Musical soundtrack. Imagine 50 girls, ages 6 to 12, all singing and dancing in unison to a movie they've all seen at least 10 times. My friends & I can't believe that not only has every single girl seen it, they all know the dance moves and words to all the songs. Incredible!

Couple of funny things happened - this a Catholic school & Ash Wednesday was this past Wednesday. Most Catholics fast from meat on Friday's during Lent. The out-of-touch moms who organized the dance served spaghetti & meatballs Friday night! I let my daughter have the meatballs & I had just spaghetti with no sauce, although I think they had a meatless sauce. I'm not big on red sauce to begin with & then if it doesn't have meat in it!

Secondly, my buddy the DJ & his ex-wife LOVE to dance. They are quite good at it as well, ball-room type dancing with lots of movement. Anyway, he was teaching his daughter to dance more than the usual round & round in circles like the rest of us were doing.

Lastly, one girl whom I've coached at basketball & is a real sweetheart told me I dance better than her dad! I felt honored because he's a professional musician & even though I played percussion in school, he may have more rythm than I.

State hoops, more

I got a rare treat last weekend - State played Ole Miss in hoops televised on ESPN Classic. It was some sort of promotional deal where the SEC wore "throw back" jerseys & ESPN Classic showed some games. Pretty lame idea, except I got to see the alma mater live!

It had been a hellacious end to the week - 2 sick kids home Thursday with the wife, I took Friday off with same 2 sick kids + a trip to the doctor. Then, the wife had a work event Friday evening, so I had been "on" for close to 24 hours straight. She took the kids to see her mother Saturday afternoon, leaving me alone to watch the game.

The Bulldogs completely dismantled the Rebels by 29 points. It was actually a little worse than that. State led by 30+ the entire 2nd half. One Clarion-Ledger columnist pointed to the death of the brother of an Ole Mis player as the reason they came out flat. I didn't know this before the game, so I spent the entire 2nd half watching closely to figure out if State had turned a corner or Ole Miss was flat or really that bad. I decided that State had turned a corner - few turnovers, tough defense, good rebounding, good shot selection against a tough defense, etc.

To quote Lee Corso, not so fast my friend. Played at Auburn Wednesday night & trailed by 20 early in the 2nd half. Tried to come back & lost by 4. This is a "what the?" moment. In the SEC West, it seems to me, State, Ole Miss & Auburn have been essentially interchangeable all season. If State comes out & is 29 better than Ole Miss, hitting on all cylinders, why are they essentially 20 worse than Auburn 4 days later?

I live in Univ of Maryland country. It seems like half my office are Maryland grads. This Wednesday, they lost at Fla St by 9. You would have thought they lost to a girl's school. The same coach who delivered a National Championship a few years ago & umpteen straight NCAA tournament appearances is no good & should be fired!

This has been an interesting year for both Maryland & State. Maryland has better athletes, but are 16-10 & 6-7 in the ACC. State is 13-13 & 3-10 in the SEC. The difference is probably the coach & these idiots at work want to get rid of Gary Williams?!?!?! I posed the question to a couple of them - fine, fire Gary, then who do you hire? I grew up in Fayetteville, AR & had this same argument recently with my sister. Fire Stan Heath, Arkansas' coach, & hire who? Neither of these groups had a viable answer. My sister got closest, Mark Few from Gonzaga. Yeah, Gonzaga is a better job right now, but Arkansas can offer hella lot more money. The Maryland fools came up empty with a replacement! They point to how Coach K worked under Bobby Knight and Roy Williams worked under Dean Smith. I said fine, hire Coach K's top assistant & take a chance. They didn't like that idea.

Rick Stansbury was an assistant at State for years before taking over the top job 7 or 8 years ago. He was a stud recruiter who is primarily responsible for State's success. This is the first time he's had such a young and small team. Did he turn recruiting over to the wrong guy? Did all the "graduations" & transfers hurt more than we thought they would? Who knows. He was my guy 8 years ago & he's still my guy today.

Maryland folks are speculating whether they make the big dance or not. I say no, but know they probably will, on the coattails of the National Championship & Gary's resume. That's what Gary brings to the table. Meanwhile, State closes out with Georgia, @ Arkansas and Alabama. I see 1-2 or maybe 0-3. We're not even going NIT this year, so why are Terps complaining?

I need to call my Philly boy Jack, the La Salle grad, to actually watch some games this year, instead of just talking about it!

The Great Schism

I did it - I created new blog called "The Accidental Leader" for all the CSI stuff. Unfortunately, it'll probably have the twice or thrice the posts that this one will, but stay tuned!

Or if you like the CSI stuff, go to accidentaleader.blogspot.com

The Big Split

I should be typing meeting minutes right now - I had a consultant meeting Monday and then an owner's meeting on Tuesday. I need to do both minutes today. However, I keep going back to look at past blog posts. Should I separate this into 2 blogs - one about CSI & the coming year and another about being a Father, Husband, Architect? I'm leaning toward the split right now. I wonder if I can easily copy posts over from this one to a new one?