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Phlogging Day 5 Cont: Chicken Salad…

I can’t just let Melissa make something as tasty and as good looking as chicken salad and then not take a picture of it. What this phlogging exercise is really making me aware of is that I 1. eat a lot (good food mostly) and 2. it is likely eating out. We have been using Mint.com to get some insight into our finances, and what we have instantly seen is that WE EAT OUT WAY TO MUCH. So, it is nice when we can eat at home, something tasty.

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Phlogging Day 5: Ginger Ale

The trend continues… More food. Today I poured myself a nice cool glass of Ginger Ale, and rightfully decreed it to be the most intelligent non-alcoholic beverage that good-folked-Mormon-people-like-me should be drinking… It is the Scotch of the Utah supermarket.

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Winter, it’s here.

After a record 4.3 days of the Autumn season, Winter is here, bringing some of the fluffy stuff our way…

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Wing Coop, Day 4: Phlogging

I was a little worried about getting these posted. Josh, Ben, and Nick came down and helped me work on the basement today. We stayed up pretty late, hence the late post. I hope the neighbors don’t hate us…

We had some lunch at the Wing Coop today, it was awesome. And, as is slowly becoming a trend, here is some food pictures.

Couple pics in black and white, Ben and Melissa.

I go on and on about how much I like shooting with my 50mm f1.8. It is a great little lens, and takes great pics. My dad doesn’t think it makes a difference, you tell me.

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Prairie Home Companion, Day Three: Phlogging

Day three… Nick has jumped on the ball, and we have a ton of pics planned for this weekend as we brave the great white Wyoming. Zack mentioned that he had snow at his dorm… I don’t know if Melissa is ready for that. Today I decided to go for the landscape shots of some of the farms by our house. I ended up pulling into the undeveloped retail area down the road from our house on the way to the movies. This is the result.

Melissa didn’t really like this picture, saying that it was difficult to find a focal point. What do you think? Make sure to look at it big…

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Melissa’s Sad Face

Well, Melissa put on her sad face when she couldn’t order the Monte Christo. Life is so hard when your eggo is preggo.

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Geek Lunch, Day Two: Phlogging

Kendall reminded me about a geek lunch that was up at Happy Sumo today so, not being able to turn down another meal of sushi (third time in a week), I headed to Gateway. 

I am totally addicted to this stuff, our freezer is full of it.

Any ideas what this is? Lemme know in the comments. First person to answer correctly gets the special validation of knowing they were right on the internet. And what could be better then that.

Someday, I want to takes pictures of doors and wall and make them look really cool like Jon Canlas. Right now, this will have to suffice.

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New, big news…

Before you jump across the break, make a guess in your mind as to whether it is a boy or a girl, and make sure to leave a comment. 

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Phlogging…

This last few weeks I have been working on getting Nick blogging so I challenged him to a two-week-everyday-post-a-new-picture-maybe-write-something-clever-phlogging-event. So, to start it off, here is my first entry. He wanted to start today, so I didn’t have much time to get some pictures taken before the sun went down. Here are some pictures that I took around the house today.

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A Man’s Best Friend

My father-in-law shared this with me, and I thought it was worth repeating.

Dog, a man’s best friend

Charley Burden was a small-time farmer of Big Creek in Johnson County, Missouri.  He had a hound dog, most farmers did.  Charley called him Drum.  On a neighboring farm lived Lon Hornsby, Charley’s brother-in-law.  Hornsby began missing chickens from his barnyard and blamed his loss on old Drum.  He threatened to do something about it if he missed any more.

In the early evening of October 28, 1869, old Drum dragged himself home with a fatal charge of buckshot in his flanks.  To Charley Burden it was like losing a member of the family.

Lon Hornsby angrily denied he was responsible.  Burden sued not knowing that his case would become famous.  He hired George G. Vest, who later was to become a U.S. Senator.  He is now best remembered for his dog speech.

It was the night of September 23, 1870, when, after a bare summation of the points, Vest in a quiet and confident voice began:

Gentlemen of the Jury:  The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy.  The son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful.  Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith.  The money that a man has he may lose.  It flies away from him, perhaps, when he needs it most.  A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of illconsidered action.  The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud on our heads.  The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. 

A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and sickness.  He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side.  He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world.  He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince; he is constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.  If fortune drives the master forth in an outcast world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege that that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies.  And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in his embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there, by the grave side will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open to alert watchfulness, faithful and true, even to death.

Vest spoke to the jury less than three minutes.  But even that was longer than it took the jury to bring in a verdict in favor of old Drum.

Taken from Veterinary Scope, Vol. XII, No. 1, 1967