The Proposal Prologue - Their Proposal

I'm currently sitting in a rental car in the Houston Hobby airport parking lot waiting on a tow truck. My company car was broken into last week, and I just found out that they jammed something into the door lock rendering it useless. AND the battery is now dead, so my key remote won't open the doors; thus, I have no way of getting into the car. Now, I'm bored and have decided to tell the world (all 4 people that follow this site and the NOV-IT department) on the meaning of my last blog.

Most everyone already knows this story, but I figured that it would be nice to have it in writing. About 3 weeks ago, I was sitting at my desk in my new cubicle in our corporate office looking up Houston softball league information. Ragon, the VP of NOV Mission (I'm pretty sure there's an interesting story on here somewhere of a run-in I had with his daughter), comes up behind me and wants to see me in his office.

I walk into his office and Brian, my old boss from OKC, is already sitting in the office as well. Now, I figure that I'm getting fired and Brian has been asked to witness. Ragon asks me if I'm liking my new job. I respond that I'm super pleased with it. Then, he asks if I like Houston, and I tell him that I do actually love Houston (which is the truth; I really do enjoy it here).

Tow truck is here... Finish later this week.

Ok I have a lot of time on my hands now. I'm sitting in the waiting area of a medical center because I have to get immunization shots for what I'm about to tell you.

So Ragon says,"Great! Good to hear you like Houston. That's wonderful. Davis, what do you think about Singapore?" Having no clue where Singapore is, I reply,"Singapore is a cool place. I love South America!" After giving me a brief geography lesson (Singapore is in Asia. Hey, I colored maps in high school geography, give me a break), he proceeds to tell me about a position opening up and that they would really like me to accept the job.

I have always enjoyed traveling. My dream job (except driving a purple slugbug taxi in Mexico) has been to be an international salesman. Did I ever expect to get this opportunity so early in life? No. So you can only imagine the overwhelming feelings and thoughts going through me during this meeting.

They told me to take a week to think about it and get back to them. I laughed and said that wouldn't be necessary.

So a week after signing a year lease, a week after working in the corporate office, a week after moving to Houston, I decided to accept a position that will move me to the Far East and will be based out of Singapore. I am leaving this week to go over there for 2-3 weeks, I'll come back for about 5 days, and then I will officially move to Singapore.

Tara graciously accepted my proposal  and agreed to marry me and move to Singapore as well. She will join me after our wedding, but until then she will continue to work and is practically planning a wedding by herself. We will get married on December 31, 2011, and then start a life together of our own, on our own. Everyone is welcome to visit anytime they want, as much as they want! Our Singaporian home will always be open and welcome to our family and friends. And friends of friends. And anyone else who wants to come.







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The Proposal Epigraph - Announcement

I can't release the full details of the story yet, but I am proud to announce that as of Friday, August 12, I am engaged to the amazing Tara Foley. We have set a wedding date for December 31, 2011, and we cannot wait to start our lives together as a married couple. AND she's not pregnant, so get that outcha head!! 

The first picture of  her and myself after the proposal

 The ring(s)

Uhhh, Is This Thing On???

HIIIIIIIIIII! Don't get excited/worried; I'm not back, just checking in. I am working in the office this morning so I thought that I would catch up on this summer's festivities. I have been going non-stop every single weekend this summer. Don't believe me? Let's start with the month of May...

On May 5-9, Momma D, Aunt Di, Jenna, Greg, and I took a little family trip to the wonderful New York, New York. This was Greg and Jenna's first trip to the Big Apple so of course we had to see EVERYTHING! No exaggeration there, we seriously visited all that New York has to offer. My favorite experience from this trip was a tie between getting to see the Broadway show "Wicked" and our visit to Ellis Island {insert "snort" of sarcasm}.

On May 12-15, Greg and I went to New Orleans to celebrate our friend J.C. Moon's bachelor party. This was my first trip to the Big Easy so we tried to make it not completely about the "celebrating" part (I don't really know how successful we were). We spent a lot of time on the infamous Bourbon St., but we also took time to do a little touring. My favorite part of the weekend was when Greg and I rented miniature cars to drive around and see the sights of the historical New Orleans.

The weekend of May 21st, Tara and I traveled to Austin for a double celebration weekend. Her sister, Blake, graduated from the University of Texas, and her cousin got married. Sadly to report, Blake did not trip while walking across the stage (she did screw up and leave her diploma slip on stage so it wasn't a complete let down). The wedding was actually in a town outside of Austin and was absolutely beautiful. My favorite part of the weekend was the wedding reception (you may see a trend here) and getting to see some of Tara's family that I haven't seen since we dated in high school.

Over Memorial Day weekend (May 27-30), Greg and I traveled to the huge city of Memphis... Texas. Memphis, Texas holds an annual Memorial Day golf tournament. This may be my favorite weekend out of the entire year. The tournament is three days long (54 holes) and on a 9-hole golf course that is crammed on about a square mile of land; no one takes the tournament seriously. The town is about the same population of my hometown (somewhere just north of 1000). Besides playing 2 on 2 basketball at 3:00 am in the Maddox household's driveway, the best part of this weekend is getting to see all of our old friends and making new friends. Even though we only know people through the golf tournament; it's like going to a family reunion (but actually looking forward to the next year).

That brings us to June. One morning, I was sitting on our back porch with my mother, and she looked at me and seriously asks, "Chad, what's wrong with you? Are you depressed?!" HAHA! If you have ever met me, you know that my personality is as far away from depression as possible. I explained to her that I was just exhausted. I don't normally get to go back "home"(not real sure where my home is anymore) during the weekdays like most people. I am always traveling for work, so I'm normally put up in a hotel somewhere. I literally live out of a suitcase.

The first weekend of June, I traveled to Gunter, Texas for my buddy Chadly Harris's first annual Beer Olympics. This is where you divide up into different countries, dress like the people of that country, and play various games. Each game contributes points and the country with the most points at the end of the games is the champion. My team consisted of Chad Harris, Amanda Gromaski, Tara, and me; obviously we were the African country Chad. It was a close tournament, but in the end, we brought home the trophy. Besides the tournament itself, my favorite part of this weekend was getting to be home and lounge around the house with my family.

The weekend of July 11, I traveled to Dallas to celebrate the wedding of my two friends, Clint and Kelsie. These are easily two of the nicest people I've ever met, and it was awesome getting to experience them take the plunge into a lifetime of marriage. Besides their wedding reception, my favorite part of the weekend was being talked into staying an extra day in Dallas by my brother and friends. We watched the Mavs beat the Heat to win their first ever NBA Championship. Then we celebrated... a lot.

This last weekend (July 18), I traveled to Lubbock, Texas to celebrate my buddy Moon's wedding. Moon married the lovely Kimbra (who is way out of his league so good for him!), and they are currently laying on a beach in Hawaii. The thought of Moon (one of the last Cowboys of a dying breed) on a beach makes me laugh so it will be interesting to see how that turned out. Every time I go back to visit Lubbock, I think that my brother is a genius for not leaving after college. I love Lubbock; I always enjoy going back. My favorite part of the weekend (next to the reception!!) was singing/screaming karaoke every night at my brother's house until the wee hours of the morning.

Fortunately but unfortunately, this long list of my weekend activities isn't over. This coming weekend brings a golf tournament in Arkansas. After that, we have my favorite holiday of the year, 4th of July! That weekend will surely get an entire blog in itself because there is always some story about how we almost blew up my brother's fire work stand or how we ruined my aunt's good patio furniture.

THEN, I get three glorious weekends of having absolutely nothing planned. Maybe after sitting in Oklahoma City for three weekends in a row, my mother will stop worrying about my depression. But if I were you, I wouldn't come knocking on my door expecting to find me sitting around my apartment.

Swept Through the Plains... Again

As of January, I am now considered an Oklahoma resident, again. However, don't be fooled; I'm rarely ever in OKC because I still travel a lot for work. The change was due to a job relocation that increased my territory. I still cover all of Arkansas, but now my travels include Eastern Oklahoma and Kansas.

I still go to Arkansas every other week, and each trip lasts the whole week. I love this because it means that I really didn't have to say "bye" to any of my AR friends, and I still get to see them all the time. I was pretty upset that I had to move out of my apartment on the golf course with the amazing view.

Now that I'm back in OKC, I get to hang out with some of my old friends. A lot of them have already moved away, but my golfing buddy, Mikey, is still around (which is all that really matters). Also, I get to see my old fraternity brother, Fred, from time to time. Between these two guys, it's pretty easy to find something to do in OKC. I moved into the Park Harvey Apartment building in downtown OKC. I'll admit that the view of the Leadership Square Building from a 13th floor apartment is way more claustrophobic than living on a golf course in Arkansas. However, the Park Harvey might be my favorite place that I've lived in yet. I could not be more pleased with my new home.

Home? Can you call a place that you see less than a hotel room "home"? I feel like my hotel rooms in Arkansas and Kansas are more of a home than my apartment in Oklahoma. I haven't stayed 3 consecutive nights in my bed since I moved back (I will admit that a girlfriend in Dallas is a pretty big factor of this as well).

Anyways however this may read, I am NOT complaining. I'm not just saying that because the IT department at NOV is forced to read this (Hey guys, love the new help desk system). I love my job. I love to travel, I love staying in hotels, and I love my company. I love the fact that my job never gets boring (except the occasional office day; which is necessary to catch up on assignments and emails).

I could do this for the rest of my life and be happy.... I think.

BlogPress

I just got a new iPhone app called BlogPress. I'm thinking that this is going to allow me to blog more when I am away from a desk (which is 95% of the time). So this is kind of a trial run to see if I like the app.

Here is a short checklist of things to write about in the future (in no particular order):

•Move to OKC
•New job territory
•Canyoning
•Park Harvey
•CrossFit

So the app is pretty cool. I'm thinking I'll give it a chance.



Happy President's Day!


- Posted using BlogPress from ChadMD's iPhone

Europa Series: Interlaken

Our last city was Interlaken, Switzerland. We didn't plan on it being last because we had planned on going to Paris. This was a rookie mistake; if you ever plan to go to Interlaken, make sure it is your last stop. I'll use the receptionist of our hostel's words, "Once you get to Interlaken, you won't leave until you have to... and you never really have to leave."

It's almost pointless to describe Interlaken; you have to experience it for yourself to understand. Think of the most beautiful scenery you can imagine, multiply its awesomeness by two and you might be able to capture the ambiance of Interlaken. If God created a heaven on earth, he hid it somewhere in Switzerland.

In Interlaken, you can do whatever you want and be happier doing it there than if you did it anywhere else. If you want to sit around and do nothing, it's awesome in Interlaken. If you want to do some extreme sport, it’s awesome in Interlaken. If you want to eat some cheese, it's awesome in Interlaken. If you need to take a... you get the point.

Chadly and I did a little bit of everything. At this point in the trip we were exhausted and all we wanted to do was rest. This was the one city where we had absolutely no agenda. The chocolate and cheese were both ridiculously amazing and is a must if you are ever in Interlaken. One day we were riding bikes through the town, and we pulled over to sit on a bench for about 30 minutes just to relax and enjoy the scenery of this little town that sits in the middle of the Swiss Alps Mountains. We did do one extreme sport while we were there, and it just so happened to be the most extreme thing to do; canyoning (I’ll devote an entire blog to this later).

The whole time we were there we were hanging out with a group of seven from the University of Dayton in Ohio. They were also the ones that told us about canyoning and went with us. I could write an entire blog about how cool these people were and how much fun we had hanging out, but this is already getting super long so just know that they were awesome. We still keep in touch with a few of them on facebook as well.

We did stay longer than we planned; we skipped Paris and limited our time in Amsterdam. We extended our stay at the hostel; which the receptionist had already done for us when we checked in without our asking because apparently everyone ends up extending their stay. We stayed as long as we could without missing our flight. I feel like I would be beating a dead horse if I tried to convince you to go to Interlaken. Just go while you are still able to enjoy it.

My final thoughts and conclusion to the “Europa Series”

Whoever created the concept of retirement had it all wrong. After you get done working your way through school, you have to jump right into working your way through a job. There needs to be a way that you can have 5-10 years after school to do whatever you want (expenses paid), and it not hurt any career possibilities. If you try to do that now, employers look down on the fact that you've been "goofing-off" for the past few years. The way it's set up, you could work your whole life just to save up enough for the final few years you have left. I know this doesn't hold true to everyone, and there are a lot of people who get to retire early (before 60). But the average person can't afford to stop working before they turn 70; especially after the most recent eco-crash. On average retirement is around 15 years, but one might argue that work doesn't stop there. That's whenever you start working for your family; your kids and grand kids start consuming all of your time. Then, your final years are usually spent working to fight off diseases and bad health. There is a pretty well known superstition in the oilfield that once you stop working, you only have about 3 years left until your time on earth is up.

I make you think about all of this because I want you to realize that "work" consumes our lives. Regardless of your employment status, there is always work to be done (just ask my step-father). Make sure that you take time to see and experience all of God's wonderful creations while you are still young enough to enjoy them.

What a waste life would be if we just worked until we died.

Europa Series: Roma

Only two more cities to go! I'll run through Rome pretty quick because I have a lot to do today, and then, I've saved the best city for last (mostly because we went there last).

Rome (Roma) was amazing! You could stay a week in Rome and still not be able to see everything. However, we did hit the highlights in two days.

But before I jump into all of that, I don't think you quite appreciate how much walking we've done up to this point. My feet were literally bleeding because of how much we had traveled. It was getting hard to notice anything on our tours because every step led to excruciating pain. So my first order of business was to find new shoes with better padding. I bought a sweet pair of Zebra print shoes from a street vendor for about $6 American money. Then, I went and bought a $23 set of Dr. Scholl's inserts for my sweet, new shoes. Then, I went to a pharmacy and bought bandages and cushions for my bleeding calluses (I won't post these pictures, I promise). After all of this, it feels like I'm walking on clouds; pretty sure I almost started crying from the relief.

Our first order of business was to see the Vatican after we checked into our hostel. Since it was a Sunday, we figured there would be somewhat of a larger crowd than normal. We got to Vatican City pretty early for this reason, but had no clue what we were about to experience. Neither Chadly nor myself are practicing or familiar with the Catholic religion, so you can only imagine our shock when we arrived at the Vatican to find out that coincidentally we chose to tour the Vatican during the Pentecost Festival. I'm not talking about, "Oh, it's Easter Sunday so we should go to church." kind of crowd; I'm talking, "Holy Crap, U2 is playing a free concert!" kind of crowd. I could go on and on about the festival but regardless, we got blessed by the Pope (who is pretty much a rockstar), toured the Vatican, and saw the grave of Pope John Paul II.

On the second day, we went to see all of the buildings and monuments of Rome. This included the Colosseum, Pantheon, Trevi Fountain and Sistine Chapel. One of the smartest things we did this entire trip was make a reservation to see the Colosseum; this saved us at least 5 hours of waiting in line. We also didn't have to wait in line to see the Sistine Chapel because we arrived right before they were about to close (remember that if you visit Rome, and remember you can't tour the Sistine Chapel on a Sunday). We pretty much ran through the entire Vatican Museum just to get to the chapel before they closed. This was another "No Photo!!" monument, so naturally...

The last night we went out with some people that were in the room next to ours; I think they were from Michigan. One of the things that we wanted to do on this trip was go to a European rave. Between the both of us, we only had one glow stick to share, so we weren't very prepared. However, we ended up at a 5 story club full of fellow ravers; loads of glow sticks and techno music. I don't really know what we expected, but we can now say we've been to a European rave. It’s like they say, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do!"

I would love to go back to Rome some day when I had more time to see everything. There is so much history, monuments, and art that you really need longer than two days to appreciate everything.

Europa Series: Firenze

Ahhh I'm ready for this series to be over. I have so much other stuff to talk about BUT its almost done. Sooooo....

As soon as we got to Florence (Firenze) we found our hostel and dropped our packs off. Then we went and had a pretty interesting dinner. The restaurant was in a square that had various shops, clubs and other places to eat. We were sat at a table in between two couples. The couple on our left was in their own world; obviously used to this sort of arrangement. On our right was a young Holland couple on their honeymoon. They were not so familiar with this set up. In fact, at the beginning of the meal, the guy asked our waitress if there were any individual tables available, but luckily, there were none open. Their names were Bart and Coralie and spoke very good English. I'm not sure what the turning point of the evening was (probably when they had to order for us because the waitress didn't speak any English), but by the end of the meal we were all laughing and having a blast. Bart grabbed our waitress at the end of the meal and told her that this was a great idea for seating and that they had made life-long friends. We finished the night by having a few bottles of wine with our new "life-long" friends at a couple different places. We have actually stayed in touch with Coralie via facebook.

The next day we hit up all of the typical tourist activities which included climbing the Piazza Del Duamo; which is ranked as the number 1 thing to do in Europe by a lot of travel guides because of the view. We also saw all of the Florence art works like the Da Vinci Museum, the Birth of Venus, the Medusa shield, and we went to the museum Galleria dell'Accademia where we saw the David. You're not supposed to take pictures of the David, so naturally EVERYONE tries to take a picture and then act like they were just cleaning their camera. This gave Chadly and me an arsenal of new jokes because of the security screaming, "NO PHOTO!!" at tourists.

After we were done touring for the day, we went and found a hill that overlooked all of Florence where we enjoyed a bottle of wine and another breath-taking sunset.

Florence was kind of a blur. It seems like a lot of Italy gets blended together when I look back. All of the architecture and art was very similar through the entire country so that was probably a major contributing factor.

Bart and Coralie

Europa Series: Venezia

(MONDAY, JANUARY 24, 2011 - Been a while, hasn't it?!) Yeah, someone's behind a desk again. I know there is a lot that has happened since July, but first, I really need to finish this Europe series. Chadly has been guilting me into finishing it forever because he wants his future children to be able to read about the adventures of his younger days. I have no such longing for children, nor would I ever want them to know about my "younger" days.

About this point in the trip Chadly and I were starting to get a little temperamental with each other. This was put to test when I booked our train to Florence instead of Venice (I kept getting those two mixed up for some reason). Because of this little error, we had to jump off of the train in some random city outside of Venice and take a night bus into the city. This put us in a DESERTED Venice at 4:00 in the morning.

I don't know if you are very familiar with Venice (Venezia), but it's most commonly known for being the city with all the water canals and the maze like alleys. This was probably the most stressful part of the trip, and by far one of the most memorable. We had no map, no hostel, no clue about where we were supposed to go. We were in a foreign country, no one was on the streets (I mean NO ONE), we didn't speak or understand any of the language, and we were exhausted from having zero sleep. We had these 50 lb back packs strapped to our back, our feet were killing us, and we had just shared a train car with some very interesting nuns followed by a pretty sketchy bus ride. We were tired.

Luckily, after about an hour of doing the ole heel-toe through the mazes, we stumbled up on a bakery that was just opening. Actually, we followed the scent of his crescents from about half a mile away. BEST CRESCENTS I'VE EVER EATEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.

This was the turning point for our Venice trip.

We stayed in the bakery until the sun gave us enough light to do a little self-touring. After we got a map, we made our way to the center of the city where we got to experience a sunrise at St Marks square without any tourists around; a very RARE occasion. Venice was really fun to tour because of the boat rides through the canals. While in Venice, we did all of the typical touristy things: toured the entire city, climbed the famous Campanile tower of the St Mark's Basilica, got a bottle of wine and pizza to watch a sunset over the ocean on the side of the canal, saved two girls from getting sold into sex trafficking (true story but too long to tell), then take 1 million pictures with the saved girls in St Marks square at about 3 in the morning. Yeah, it was a long day; we probably had the best sleep of the entire trip that night in the worst beds of the entire trip. I always slept on the top bunk in our hostels, and I'm pretty sure that this night the bottom of my mattress was only hovering about 5 inches over Chadly's face.

I loved Venice. The way of life there is just so different from the way we are used to living. A visit to the city-on-top-of-the-water should be on everyone’s bucket list.

Europa Series: Wien

Yeah, I didn't plan on spacing these out so far apart, but I haven't really been able to sit down and write. But, as promised, this one will be short and sweet.

After Prague we took a 5 hour train ride to Vienna (Wien). We had heard rumor from some people that Vienna was a smaller town and easier to get around. That was a bold face lie.

When you ride into Vienna's main train station, you think to yourself, "Why in the world did we come to Vienna?" The station is located in something similar to a ghetto. So we immediately started walking towards what we thought was the inner city. When we grabbed a map, we realized that Vienna is not a small, relaxing town. The map kept unfolding, and unfolding, and unfolding, until finally, we were staring at not just a town, but a metroplex.

I don't really know why we expected the city where the U.N. building is located to be small. Once you get into Vienna's square, you really start to notice the beauty and history located in the city.

We also met up with some fellow backpackers that we met in Prague and went out to explore Vienna's night life.