Kory McDow

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Carpe Imaginatio

spongebob and patrickYesterday was St. Patrick’s Day. I hope you wore green, pinched some­one you love, and had a safe evening. While you were out cel­e­brat­ing your Irish (or not so Irish) her­itage, my god­son was ask­ing impor­tant questions.

The fol­low­ing is part of a con­ver­sa­tion that took place between my god­son and his mother yesterday:

Mom, why are my broth­ers wear­ing green?“
“Because today is St. Patrick’s Day.“
“Oh, is tomor­row SpongeBob Day?”

For those of you who don’t know, Patrick is SpongeBob SquarePants’ best friend. They have many adven­tures together in the under­wa­ter city of Bikini Bottom. To my god­son, it only makes sense that we have a day cel­e­brat­ing SpongeBob as well.

And why not?

Kids are full of inter­est­ing and inno­v­a­tive ideas and ways of look­ing at the world. We can learn so much from them. We only need to stop what we’re doing and take time to lis­ten to what they have to say. For them, if St. Patrick’s Day is about Patrick the starfish, so be it. What a great oppor­tu­nity to encour­age their imagination.

So in honor of my godson’s cre­ativ­ity, today will be for­ever known as SpongeBob Day, at least to me.

Carpe Imaginatio. Seize the imag­i­na­tion. Happy SpongeBob Day.

Saturday Zoo

Las Vegas Strip

Welcome, my friends, to another install­ment of the Saturday Zoo. I’m excited for this edi­tion because I have a cou­ple of videos for you that are pretty cool. Plus, it’s cold here in the Pacific Northwest and I’d rather be in Vegas where it’s a wee bit warmer. Okay, it’s a lot bit warmer. Does that last sen­tence even make sense? I don’t know. Maybe it’s too early on Saturday. Anyway, here are the goods. Enjoy.

  • Locked In A Vegas Hotel Room: Wow. Really. That’s all I can say. Wow.
  • Predator: The Musical: This is also very cool. But only watch if you’ve seen the Movie: Predator. By the way, Predator 2 was quite the dis­ap­point­ment. Then again, most sequels are.


-342 : guinea pig pwn

We have a 1-year-old daugh­ter. During the week she’s at day­care. Every week­day morn­ing, my wife gets up, dresses our daugh­ter, feeds her a bot­tle, and drops her off at day­care on her way to work. Every after­noon I get her bot­tle ready, pick her up from day­care, and feed her dinner.

During the evenings when we’re all together, my wife is usu­ally the one chang­ing her dia­pers. While she’s doing this, I’m doing laun­dry (yes, even some men know the dif­fer­ence between the cot­ton and del­i­cate cycles). Then, while I am brush­ing her teeth (daugh­ter, not wife), my wife is get­ting her paja­mas ready (daugh­ter, not wife).

On the week­ends, it’s some­thing sim­i­lar. On Saturday morn­ings, she gets up (wife, not daugh­ter) and is with our daugh­ter allow­ing me to sleep in just a lit­tle bit longer. On Sunday morn­ings, it’s my turn to do the same for her.

Why Am I Telling You All This?

If you haven’t fig­ured it out by now, then you def­i­nitely need to keep read­ing. It’s all about team­work. It’s about doing your part. We have a good sys­tem going where we know what to do because we know what the other per­son is doing. I would ven­ture to say that it has even become automatic.

Mind you, this sort of rou­tine wasn’t set from the start. After all, Rome wasn’t built in a day. Since the begin­ning of our rela­tion­ship, we’ve talked about the var­i­ous roles we’d like to play. I’m good with num­bers so I han­dle the finances. She’s good with stay­ing orga­nized so she keeps the house in order. We both cook.

This gives us the oppor­tu­nity to con­tribute to main­tain­ing the house­hold by doing some­thing we’re good at. And it takes both peo­ple con­tribut­ing to the house­hold (more than just finan­cially) to keep things/life/love in order.

I’ll Let You In On A Secret

If you are doing your part most of the time, you’re allowed to get away for those spe­cial times. I love sports. Because I’m an equal con­trib­u­tor to the house­hold, I get to hang out Sunday after­noons and watch some hard-hitting grid­iron or my team dom­i­nate the hard­wood. And because my part­ner def­i­nitely does her part, she gets to go and get mas­sages with her friends (which ben­e­fits both of us — a relaxed wife makes for a happy life!). Or because I enjoy play­ing video games, I know that it’s okay.

And if it wasn’t okay (or I’ve been slack­ing), I can trust our rela­tion­ship to know that she would say some­thing. She would tell me directly her feel­ings about my lack of con­tri­bu­tion. I could then fix it…and get back to my video game. Like with most things in life, it’s all about balance.

Your Two Cents

What are some ways you and your part­ner exhibit team­work in the house­hold? Don’t be shy. Share with us in the com­ments below.

Version 3.0

Green Elephants Garden Sculptures

Welcome back to korymcdow.com.

If you’ve been here before, you know this isn’t the first time I’ve writ­ten in this space. There was ver­sion 1.0 where I only talked about being roman­tic. There was ver­sion 2.0 where I talked about being a hus­band, father, entre­pre­neur, home­owner, and thinker. I’m still roman­tic. I still wear all of those hats. But this time, the out­come will be different.

I have been hes­i­tat­ing start­ing this new ver­sion of my blog. What if I don’t pro­vide value? What if nobody reads my blog? What if? What if? What if? What if I never start this blog again? I’ve been so busy try­ing to cre­ate this blog per­fectly that I haven’t cre­ated any­thing. I’ve been try­ing to emu­late other suc­cess­ful blogs and instead I have been emu­lat­ing suc­cess­ful logs (yep, I just sat there).

It’s not like I haven’t been urged to just do it. Doniree Walker asks us what we are doing today. Chris Brogan tells us to buck up and do it. My part­ner has been telling me to just start writ­ing again for awhile now.

So here I am. Let me tell you about the new (and improved) korymcdow.com. This blog is a place where we all have the oppor­tu­nity to learn. I get to share var­i­ous thoughts I have on main­tain­ing healthy rela­tion­ships, being a good par­ent, and other ran­dom thoughts that keep me sane.

You get to par­tic­i­pate by com­ment­ing on the arti­cles as well as shar­ing your ver­sion of what­ever topic we are dis­cussing. In fact, the money is in the com­ments so please com­ment. Don’t be shy. We won’t bite.

In fact, why don’t you go ahead and start now? Say hi and let me know you’re here.

Saturday Zoo

I’m going to pro­vide you a col­lec­tion of links I find inter­est­ing. They could per­tain to romance, rear­ing, every­thing in between, or noth­ing at all. This is my chance to share with you a lit­tle bit more about me through the use of likes and dis­likes. Enjoy.

First up in this new series fea­tur­ing ran­dom things going on in the inter­net world is a quick les­son on punc­tu­a­tion. I never thought human­i­ties were fun in school (being a math guy myself). BUT, if I saw this video back in the day, I might now be teach­ing English in a University some­where. Or maybe grade school. In any case, who would’ve thought rap­ping about gram­mar would be cool.

There you have it. I hope you learned some­thing today. Have a great week­end. Add to the zoo by shar­ing any inter­est­ing links you have in the com­ments below.

The Day After

Valentine's Day

Today is February 15th. Valentine’s Day was yes­ter­day. If you’re in a rela­tion­ship and that was news to you, I feel sorry for your part­ner. If you’re not cur­rently in a rela­tion­ship, know that there is some­one out there for every­one. And if you were expected to be roman­tic yes­ter­day and you stepped up to the chal­lenge, good for you!

Now that Valentine’s Day is over, what are your plans to stay roman­tic the rest of the year? If your imme­di­ate thought was noth­ing, keep read­ing. I’ve listed 5 things you can do to stay roman­tic through­out the year in prepa­ra­tion for the next Valentine’s Day. Read the rest of this entry »

Go Forth And Prosper

Man on beach.I used to be a mid­dle and high school math teacher. I taught every­thing from lin­ear inequal­i­ties to inverse matri­ces. Thinking back on those years in the class­room, I remem­ber the home­fun (my term for home­work), the exams, and the com­ments I had to write every quarter.

I also remem­ber the joy of the class­room, the way my stu­dents would roll their eyes at me when I would sing geo­met­ric prop­er­ties like I was try­ing to make the band, and the way my stu­dents would teach me to be a bet­ter teacher each and every day.

It had been a while since I had thought back to those won­der­ful years until the other day when some­thing spe­cial hap­pened. Read the rest of this entry »