Heart Healthy

A couple of weeks ago I was watching PBS.  That's right I become more like my father with each passing minute.  When I take over for him next year some of the patients may not even notice the change with my increasing gray hair (though for the near future I am slower and for the far future much less knowledgeable about medicine).

Anyway back to PBS.  The show I was watching was about breakfast diners across the US.  I love breakfast.  If I go to a restaurant that serves it's breakfast menu all day I can't bring myself to order anything that is not on that menu.  Melissa looks at salads and burgers and chicken, whereas I'm all for the pancakes, sausage, eggs, and of course biscuits and gravy.

On this particular show there was a diner that served a very unique dish.  I can't remember the name of the diner or where it was located but the dish was a hard boiled egg surrounded in a layer of bratwurst sausage which was then covered with breadcrumbs and deep fried.  Could there be a better food for your heart than this masterpiece.  I had to try this concoction so today I set myself to do it.

First I boiled an egg then I covered it in a pancake of sausage (pork because that stuff out of Germany is nasty) and I rolled the product around in a bowl of crushed Club Crackers.

Next into the vat of oil and voila, sheer goodness.  

Heart Healthy indeed.

In the future I will make the sausage layer somewhat thinner so that I won't have to fry it quite so long.  There is a little pink near the bottom of the side on the right that I had to cut and refry, but still good nonetheless.  

Forgiveness: My Burden Was Made Light

If you haven't seen this yet it's 8 minutes, but well worth the time.

Forgiveness: My Burden Was Made Light

The Joy of Youth

We had a good evening of scripture study with Spencer last night and when he went to bed he said he was going to think about some of his burdens and how he could get stronger to handle them.  After about 15 minutes Spencer came into our bedroom and asked:  "Dad what if Heavenly Father isn't real?"

We spent the next 5 minutes discussing how Spencer could know if Heavenly Father was real. Spencer then went happily back to bed.

Another 10 minutes passed and Spencer came back in with the following question: "What if Satan is too strong for me?"  Another 5 minute discussion involving Joseph Smith's experience directly preceding the first vision and Spencer was satisfied that Satan wasn't too strong.

Spencer then waited another 10 minutes before coming back into our room.  This time he prefaced his question by saying that it was the last time he would be coming in, promise.

"Will I get Leprosy?"

"No Spencer, you won't get Leprosy.  Now go to bed."

The Lebracle

No question who's posting here.  After ousting Melissa's hobby to another blog I thought it prudent to lay low for a few days so as to avoid the hate postings that are sure to follow.  I do appreciate Doug's support by commenting on the farewell post Melissa made.  Sure it had nothing to do with what she was writing but I read between the lines and saw the jubilation.

A lot has been said about Lebron and his now infamous decision to dump Cleveland on national TV.  Who does that anyway?  After having nearly a week to digest all those stories I have found that some people are pretty creative.  I have enjoyed the many opinions of Clevelanders.  The guy who compared Lebron, Bosh and Wade to the Nasgul was pretty funny.  The numerous people who have likened what Lebron did to proposing to you mistress while sitting next to your wife on the jumbotron at the Superbowl may be a little over the top, but entertaining nonetheless.  The price of Lebron Fatheads at $17.41 is hilarious*.  My favorite comment came from a fan who pointed out that Wade graduated from Marquette, Bosh spent one year in college and Lebron only finished high school so in the end the smart guy convinced his two dumber friends to forsake their fans and come play in Florida.

For me I can almost say that I don't care about where Lebron plays except for one little thing.  I own stock in a somewhat conspicuous company that has invested a lot of money into Lebron's image and his little press conference took him from being the most popular athlete in the country to being the most hated athlete in the country.  I don't see people in Nebraska, South Dakota, and Hawaii buying Lebron James apparel the way they have the last 7 years now that he has joined the evil empire of the NBA.  How could Phil Knight allow this to happen?

Over the past few years a lot of athletes have done some pretty stupid things.  Kobe has rehabbed his image to the point that many people rarely comment on his fiasco in Colorado.  Tiger is well on his way to receiving forgiveness from the masses.  Terrell Owens never did anything inherently wrong but people hate the guy.  The difference is image.  If Lebron does somehow recover from this he will have to change himself or the people he is listening to.

"But he forsook the counsel of the old men, which they had given him, and consulted with the young men that were grown up with him, and which stood before him:"**  - If only Lebron had paid a little more attention to his Bible study he would have known what happens when you listen to your idiot posse.




*1741 is the year that Benedict Arnold was born.
**1 Kings 12:8

Jen's Wedding

Okay, so I don't think my sister is ever going to post pictures of her wedding. You would think that having 3 photographers would equal plenty of pictures to share but apparently their Nauvoo responsibilities are keeping them from having any time to post their pictures. I guess we can forgive you as you are on the Lord's Errand :)

Luckily, One of Paul's sisters posted a few of her snapshots on facebook and I have copied them here. So, as promised, a few pictures of my sisters wedding. More to follow :)

The Bride and Groom! Don't they look amazing!! I love the way my mom looks in this picture. Isn't she just beaming happiness for the newly married couple!

The kids were having such a hard time waiting their turn to see Aunt Jen and Uncle Paul. They wanted to mob them the second they came out the door.

My mom and sister found this dress and shoes for me. I didn't even have to go to the store. That is my kind of shopping!