<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035190253080294090</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:42:13.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CaugDawgs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeff and Casey (and Vanna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13145672355130433870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035190253080294090.post-8070504455226348978</id><published>2008-03-20T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:17:23.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Skunk and the Blini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/R-J00BuH5II/AAAAAAAAACU/FYTvswOqtc4/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/R-J00BuH5II/AAAAAAAAACU/FYTvswOqtc4/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179830958593401986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/R-J00BuH5JI/AAAAAAAAACc/2rD1bUJA_nk/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/R-J00BuH5JI/AAAAAAAAACc/2rD1bUJA_nk/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179830958593402002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great title right? So I am on spring break this week which means that I am catching up on major amounts of TV. American Idol was on last night and it was time to send someone packing. How Kristy Lee Cook can go out and murder two classic Beatles' songs and survive the bottom three for three consecutivc weeks I will never know.  But in her defense John Lennon and George Harrison (may they rest in peace) are probably rolling over in their graves not to mention McCartney who probably couldn't believe that Heather Mills was getting paid so people could hear the filth spewing from the contestants mouths that they called Beatles songs. I mean the Beatles were in my opinion THE greatest rock band ever.  I am sure that many people in the world would disagree with that statement but you have to consider the fact that rock was in its infancy until the British Invasion and many of the so-called rock bands and garage bands that have come since probably would not have existed without the help of the Beatles. But as always, I digress.  Cook's ability to survive could not have come at a more critical time because she ousted Amanda Overmeyer. It has amazed me that the skunk-haired, Harley riding, poor excuse for a Janis Joplin wannabe made it this far simply by screaming week after week. So I am glad she is gone. One) because she was terrrible  (as are most constestants this year) and two) now Casey's blood pressure can go down during this weekly block of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In other news, Valerie had to "pack her knives and go." Rightly so. Having said that I can't believe she decided to make a blini for the Zoo Challenge. This challenge divided the chefs into teams where they were assigned an animal and could only make dishes from the food eaten by the animal. Pretty cool huh?  So why in the world would you choose to make glorified pancakes which is my understanding of what blinis are.  Russian pancakes served with caviar and all you have now is really, really expensive breakfast food that would probably be better if you went to an IHOP or Waffle House and just brought your own caviar.   In addition, the chefs were catering this week which meant they had to prepare they food, get to the Zoo and serve the food rather than have it go straight from the kitchen to the table.  So why would you make pancakes? Everyone knows that pancakes get soggy after like five minutes so why would you make this decision when you are trying to win $100,000 and other awesome stuff? I would love to just be able to download cooking tips and techniques (a la Matrix) into my head just to be able to experiment with food and come up with some of the dishes that these contestants do. But at the same time I don't get some of the choices these guys make. Oh and Nikki, you get a pass this week simply because if anyone still reads this blog, they have long since quit reading this post. However, if you can't bake mushrooms better than the little dookie balls you called mushrooms, then you won't be around long either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035190253080294090-8070504455226348978?l=jeffandcasey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/feeds/8070504455226348978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035190253080294090&amp;postID=8070504455226348978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/8070504455226348978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/8070504455226348978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/2008/03/skunk-and-blini.html' title='The Skunk and the Blini'/><author><name>Jeff and Casey (and Vanna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13145672355130433870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/R-J00BuH5II/AAAAAAAAACU/FYTvswOqtc4/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035190253080294090.post-7014729097530415147</id><published>2008-03-18T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:38:30.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constitution: Buffet Style!</title><content type='html'>Ok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  in probably the most controversial issues of the year and possibly the decade, the Supreme Court is taking up the issue of guns. On the one hand the District of Columbia is arguing for the regulation of handguns. Look at Columbine, the countless other school shootings, mall shootings, church shootings, Virginia Tech. It seems that people have lost their damn minds just shooting all types of innocent people just because they are too cowardly to grow up and face the world like an adult. Life sucks and it is not fair. GROW UP AND DEAL WITH IT! So you didn't get the job/grade you wanted, that doesn't give you the right to go out and shoot ten billion people just so you can be famous. And to this extent the District of Columbia's position makes sense. In theory. On the other hand is Mr Heller who is a 65 year old security guard who lives in a poor section of DC who wants to own a handgun for self defense. Unfortunately for him this is outlawed in DC which he claims is a violation of his second amendment right to bear arms. So here is my problem with the whole issue. Besides the fact that it is too easy for the criminal element and immature kids to obtain weapons think about the old saying "when guns are outlawed, only the outlaws will have guns".  I personally don't own a gun but this controversy makes me think twice about getting one. I mean seriously. If the average, responsible citizen (with gun safes, trigger locks, etc.) cannot own a gun then what are we supposed to do when attacked? Wait for the police, file a report, and hope that the offender (if caught) doesn't get off on a technicality? But I digress. I am not trying to become right wing by any stretch of the imagination but I am disturbed by the arguments the lawyers for DC are making. They argue that the " court should avoid turning every phrase of the Second Amendment into a 'libertarian right.' A well-regulated militia isn't about everyone owning a gun willy-nilly. The Constitution does not create some kind of sacred, fundamental right to guns. If there's a right here at all, he says, it's at the "penumbra of the periphery" of the Constitution: in a shack behind the river where the other unenumerated rights huddle." When did the Constitution become a buffet? Last time I checked the Constitution was only the foundation of our country. I find it interesting that anytime some nutcase wants to make an outrageous claim, burn the flag, call our brave soldiers homosexuals, or insult common morality we just have to sit back and take it because it is protected by the "sanctity of the First Amendment (right to free speech)". However, when people want to own a gun that is protected by the Second Amendment, that belief is assaulted and those people are relegated to the "periphery".  If the Constitution has become nothing more than a buffet to pick and choose from, then our nation is seriously in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035190253080294090-7014729097530415147?l=jeffandcasey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.slate.com/id/2186853/' title='Constitution: Buffet Style!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/feeds/7014729097530415147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035190253080294090&amp;postID=7014729097530415147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/7014729097530415147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/7014729097530415147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/2008/03/constitution-buffet-style.html' title='Constitution: Buffet Style!'/><author><name>Jeff and Casey (and Vanna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13145672355130433870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035190253080294090.post-7103521571324016832</id><published>2008-03-15T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:30:10.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De Toqueville, Part 1</title><content type='html'>So I wish that there was some way to genetically alter DNA so that I could have appreciated my education when I was receiving it. I, like most youth, do not truly understand what we are being taught until many years later and that is a shame. For instance, take my political science seminar. It was really boring sitting there talking about dead guys for 2.5 hours for a measley grade, but as I have gotten older the things I did learn have made me realize how incredibly talented/ genius these dead guys really were. Take Alexis de Tocqueville. He was a Frenchman who came to the United States to observe the fledgling democracy and his work can be seen in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Democracy in America&lt;/span&gt; which is very highly regarded as one of the most important works of the 1800s.  Now that I have a little time off for spring break I am going to make some observations/opinions about the current political climate/state of America. I am inspired because the husband of my wife's friend made an astute commentary on their blog about how this election is nothing more than American Idol. We don't really care who wins. We just want to be able to say that we voted for our favorite Idol at work the next day. Way to go Caleb. Brilliant. Consider the following two quotes from dT who said (over 150 years ago), "In the United States, the majority undertakes to supply a multitude of ready-made opinions for the use of individuals, who are thus relieved from the necessity of forming opinions of their own" and "I know of no country in which there is so little independence of mind and real freedom of discussion as in America." This guy was genius.  I mean think about it. We are told by the media what to watch, where to eat, how the war is going, who we should vote for blahblahblah.  Everytime you turn around there is someone telling you what your opinion should be and why your opinion is wrong. Just turn on the TV. Commercials that never end, pundits, 24 hr infomercials who's sole purpose is to get you to buy into whatever they are selling.  And the sad thing is that we as a nation buy into this. As we go thru the election season, take the time to research the candidates. Learn about them, see what they are all about and what their records are. Don't rely on political ads that tell us candidates "just are" better than their opponents or get sucked in by fear mongering commercials that tell us that "we are unsafe unless we elect a certain person". Our future depends on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035190253080294090-7103521571324016832?l=jeffandcasey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/feeds/7103521571324016832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035190253080294090&amp;postID=7103521571324016832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/7103521571324016832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/7103521571324016832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/2008/03/de-toqueville-part-1.html' title='De Toqueville, Part 1'/><author><name>Jeff and Casey (and Vanna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13145672355130433870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035190253080294090.post-6749333415664484895</id><published>2008-03-14T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:24:05.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP CHEF!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/R9slIzrYogI/AAAAAAAAACM/SM2Ow07jsEs/s1600-h/HT11Topchef_110629_2501-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/R9slIzrYogI/AAAAAAAAACM/SM2Ow07jsEs/s320/HT11Topchef_110629_2501-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177773029833875970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am probably the world's worst blogger EVER!!!! I mean, I write these articles that are HILARIOUS and then I don't write again for another month. Well, that is about to change! While I realize that many of you are probably bored or have even quit reading, I prefer to look at it like I am a drug dealer. I am giving you just enuf crack to keep you coming back!!!HAHAHAHA! Anyways, it is now time for the greatest time of the year.....the return of TOP CHEF! I mean Heidi is still ridiculously hot for a 30 plus year old supermodel of like 12 kids and Tim Gunn provides warm, grandfatherly advice that keeps you warm thru the winter and hoping that you don't have to hear " Your out! Auf Wiedersehen!", but the Top Chef is back! Siriano was hilarious but the heat is really getting turned up in the kitchen this year! If you are not watching then shame shame shame on you! I will admit that I was a little disappointed with the language this year. I mean every other word was edited out due to cussing but this show is AWESOME! Not only do they come up with the most insane challenges, these chefs come up with the most insane dishes. I literally want to try every single dish. Oh, and Padma isn't so unattractive either. But the main reason that I watch the show is the fact that this show is the best "reality show" on TV!. There is no who can seduce the most people (aka The Real World/ Road Rules crowd and you know who you are) or secret alliances! Tom Colichio is my DAWG! He keeps things real and the person that turns out the worst dish for that challenge is going home. Plain and simple. So you better bring your "A" game and fan cuz this season is gonna' get HOT! Wednesday Nights 10 PM EST! Be there! And in case you didn't watch last week, Nimma deserved to go home because she was not only waaaaaaaaaaay out of her league, she had the personality of Eeyore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef Jeff Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035190253080294090-6749333415664484895?l=jeffandcasey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bravotv.com/Top_Chef/season/4//index.php' title='TOP CHEF!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/feeds/6749333415664484895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035190253080294090&amp;postID=6749333415664484895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/6749333415664484895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/6749333415664484895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/2008/03/top-chef.html' title='TOP CHEF!!!'/><author><name>Jeff and Casey (and Vanna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13145672355130433870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/R9slIzrYogI/AAAAAAAAACM/SM2Ow07jsEs/s72-c/HT11Topchef_110629_2501-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035190253080294090.post-9201966075010192675</id><published>2008-02-03T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:43:26.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice</title><content type='html'>So I spent the weekend studying so that I could watch the greatest football game of the year and it was totally worth it. The "greatest team of all time", the New England Patriots, who were 18-0 got BEAT! For the record, I hate the Patriots. I was in their camp the first time they won but the more they have been around the more I hate them.  I can't stand Belichik because the man has the personality of a rock and who, as a coach, has consistenly dominated his opponents for the last few years yet felt the need to cheat by spying on an opposing team. I can't stand the Patriots because they have consistently kicked everyone's a-- making them the equivalent of the New York Yankees and the last time I checked unless you were from New York, most people hate the Yankees.  But most of all I can't stand Tom Brady. I will admit that on some level I am jealous because he's my age, plays professional football for a living, makes more money in a season than I will in a lifetime, and has this annoying charm that helps him seduce/date some of the hottest women on the planet. But for the most part I can't stand the amount of credit that he gets. I am not going to argue his stats because 1)I don't keep up with them and 2) I don't really care. Having said that, the guy has not had to work that hard. He has bad the best talent at all the key position, the best coach, the best defense, and the best offensive line that basically puts up Fort Knox around him every time they snap the ball.  I mean I shouldn't criticize the guy because I am not playing in the NFL, but since people criticize doctors every time you turn around I figure turnabout is fair play. I mean how freakin' hard is it for a pro QB who has 6-7 seconds every snap to find someone. It's just throw and catch.  Couple that with a defense that allows opponents to score .5 points a game it's not that hard to win. I am just tired of these writers who get all up in Peyton Manning's face about how he was terrible until he won the SUper Bowl. He never had the cast that Brady did. Put Brady on the Dolphins who were 1-15 and see how he does. Probably won't be so stellar. So freakin' eat it Brady and you too New England! Go GIANTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035190253080294090-9201966075010192675?l=jeffandcasey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/feeds/9201966075010192675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035190253080294090&amp;postID=9201966075010192675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/9201966075010192675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/9201966075010192675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/2008/02/justice.html' title='Justice'/><author><name>Jeff and Casey (and Vanna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13145672355130433870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035190253080294090.post-7526467821717692398</id><published>2008-02-02T16:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T17:14:57.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/16 (it's a measurement not a date)</title><content type='html'>Hello Sportsfans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been a long time and I know that many of you have probably stopped checking this so that means that I am just rambling into cyberspace, but I have missed writing.  It is somewhat therepeutic I believe. It is also the last time that I will be calling anybody that is bored enough to read my ramblings, "sportfans". See, I couldn't come up with anything clever and since "Dogg Pound" has been waaaay overused it was all I could come up with. However, I was watching Scrubs one day and they were ridiculing the use of the word "sportsfans".  Since I get most of my medical eduation from that show (well at least the most important stuff anyways...HAHAHA!) I must stop using this word so as not to be termed "a dork".&lt;br /&gt;      So I am not really a handyman in case many of you were not aware. I like it when I fix minor things and I like the idea of being Mr. Fix-it but I mean let's face it. I am not 6'2'' orhave bulging biceps, and the thought of me walking, no strutting, into a room with my toolbelt saying "I'll fix it" is frankly quite hilarious. Anyways, over the holidays our utility bill was twice what is normally was. Merry Freakin' Christmas from MLGW huh? Well, this window in the attic had been busted since we moved in and I being the Sherlock Holmes that I am just figured that was where we were losing heat. So off to Lowe's I went. I had my measurements, the tools, I had done research, I was ready. I needed this. Especially after Casey and I tried to change a light fixture that almost caused the third world war. So imagine my surprise when I got home and the window didn't fit. So I remeasured the glass which was cut long. So back to Lowe's I went. The glass was recut and off to the attic I went.  I put the glass in and at the very last glazing point (which holds the glass in place) I heard CRACK! Yup I broke it! Then I decided to wait for my father-in-law who was coming in town for business and who pretty much built his house from the ground up.  So we tried to put in the spare piece and it was  to big. So it's Thursday by this point (about 3 days later) and I went back to Lowe's for the third time. When I got home guess what? It didn't fit.  So for the 4th time in almost as many days I am back to Lowes'. I had them cut it small and the spare piece smaller. I was putting a window in DANG IT!  At the end of my time at Lowe's the guy noticed on the recut that his machine that it was cutting 2/16 or 1/8 of an inch long. I mean does nobody measure anymore! GAAAAAAHHHH I wanted to rip my freakin' hair out! But for now I am going to relish the fact that for a brief moment I was Mr (Almost) Fixit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035190253080294090-7526467821717692398?l=jeffandcasey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/feeds/7526467821717692398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035190253080294090&amp;postID=7526467821717692398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/7526467821717692398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/7526467821717692398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/2008/02/216-its-measurement-not-date.html' title='2/16 (it&apos;s a measurement not a date)'/><author><name>Jeff and Casey (and Vanna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13145672355130433870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035190253080294090.post-2695277518760770958</id><published>2007-12-22T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T11:50:33.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Wonderful Time of the Year: A Meat Story</title><content type='html'>It's the Most Wonderful Time of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right sportsfans. It's Christmas time.  The temperature is dropping (sort of), the lights are going up, radio stations are playing Christmas music 24 hours a day, and I have savored the taste of victory.  That's right ladies and gentlemen I have complete the first class of my medical school training: GROSS ANATOMY!  No more lab or smelling like formaldehyde 24 hours a day.  I must say that I truly respect those who donated their bodies so that I could learn but I am also truly thankful that gross is over. Now on to the fun stuff like my birthday.  For my birthday we went to a the paradise of steakhouses: Texas de Brazil.  Now for those of you who have never heard of this restaraunt let me just start of by saying that the Brazilians do meat right.  At this place there is a huge salad bar with all sorts of salad, cheeses, soups, side item, and the most wonderful lobster bisque I have ever tasted. I mean the salad bar alone is worth the price of admission. But this is a meat story so back to the meat! At your table there is a little button type thing that is green one one side and red on the other.  Now when you flip the button to green about thirty servers descend upon your table with giant four foot skewers with all sorts of meat like lamb roast, lamb chops, filet mignon, flank steak, parmesan pork, BBQ ribs, and the list could go on forever.  It should be noted that as long as the button is green then these people keep offering you stuff.  It was all so delicious and it felt like thanksgiving except I didn't have to waste stomach space on the "fixins".  It was so good if I haven't mentioned that already! As we rolled ourselves home all I could think was "Happy Birthday to me!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035190253080294090-2695277518760770958?l=jeffandcasey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.texasdebrazil.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/feeds/2695277518760770958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035190253080294090&amp;postID=2695277518760770958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/2695277518760770958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/2695277518760770958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/2007/12/most-wonderful-time-of-year-meat-story.html' title='The Most Wonderful Time of the Year: A Meat Story'/><author><name>Jeff and Casey (and Vanna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13145672355130433870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035190253080294090.post-7849395092250244384</id><published>2007-11-12T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:31:51.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Out? No, Double Wins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/RzjXILin_yI/AAAAAAAAABc/Am0ijKqmoaE/s1600-h/IMG_1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/RzjXILin_yI/AAAAAAAAABc/Am0ijKqmoaE/s320/IMG_1092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132088310925623074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Champs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Sportsfans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I really am writing to you about sports. The Caugdawgs were rollin' champion style in their softball division (more specifically the Boss dog).  Since this weekend was prior to the start of the third block, yours truly didn't have any work to do so the Boss informed me that I was going to come to her final softball game(s).  Not really knowing any of her work people, I jumped up and down like a five year old saying "But I don't wanna!!!Do I have ta go?"  To which I was told in no uncertain terms "yes"! When the time came I got my game face on and we trucked it out to Bartlett for the semifinal game.  Double Out (the name of Casey's team) recruited me to be their official scorekeeper (whupwhup).  Next thing you know I am a full fledged member/errand boy and I couldn't have been prouder.  After a rough first inning, Double Out easily won the semifinal game and earned a date in the final with the "Knockers" (yeah, I'm not making this up.) See, this is the kind of crap you get when you give rednecks poetic license. Instead of Shakespeare you end up getting some sort of double entendre like the Knockers which is about one step up from fart jokes.  But enough of the social commentary. As the game got started one of the ladies, Angie, got called into work to take care of an "emergency". And for those of you not in the medical field, typically this means that you have to drop whatever you are doing to go assist with the "emergency" and you end up sitting around for an hour or so before you have to do anything beacuse of tests, delays,etc. Most of the true emergencies just come crashing through the door without any warning. Since the roster had already been turned in the rules being what they were dictated that every time it was her turn to bat it was an automatic out.  Strike One! The Knockers got off to an early lead which was then matched by Double Out and the game settled down.  Double Out lead most of the game but the Knockers were always within striking distance and could easily pile up runs thanks to two incredible hitters.  So fast forward to the 7th inning.  Double Out was leading by two runs, and the Knockers took the lead by one thanks to some great hitting as well as a few lucky rolls of the ball.   As Double out came to bat it was the top of the order with the lead off man, Kevin, getting a single.  Then Angie's automatic out.  Then Jonathan came up to bat.  This guy could outrun a cheetah folks.  I mean he is so freakin' fast that he could bunt the ball and score a home run before the catcher could throw the ball to first. Anyways, he got to first which put Kevin at second. At this point I cleaned the vomit up off the scorebook because I was so nervous...and i wasn't even playing. (just kidding about the vomit though) Then mighty Paige came up to bat.  I mean it was textbook bottom of the ninth, 2 outs that kind of thing when she drove the ball into right field scoring Kevin and Jonathan which meant that Double Out was the one, the only, the CHAMPS!!!! Cue the champagne, the cheezy Queen lyrics, I mean you name it cue it up.   I was so proud to be a part of the winning team especially because my pookie hit well and fielded well (even taking a line drive off the shins).  And all the rest of Double out played incredible as well but since this is my blog I get to write about whatever I want so that means I am a little biased but I will give ya'll a shout out as well! WHUPWHUP! So that's it. I am married to the champ! And until next time keep it real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff aka 'The big Dog'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/RzjXcrin_zI/AAAAAAAAABk/9LjH2R9I6d0/s1600-h/IMG_1096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/RzjXcrin_zI/AAAAAAAAABk/9LjH2R9I6d0/s320/IMG_1096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132088663112941362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yolanda, Cassie, Casey, and Lauren (aka LeBonheur Child Life!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/RzjXc7in_0I/AAAAAAAAABs/1o4B_sL_aTM/s1600-h/IMG_1098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/RzjXc7in_0I/AAAAAAAAABs/1o4B_sL_aTM/s320/IMG_1098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132088667407908674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Champs celebrate in true fashion! Welches Grape Juice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035190253080294090-7849395092250244384?l=jeffandcasey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/feeds/7849395092250244384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035190253080294090&amp;postID=7849395092250244384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/7849395092250244384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/7849395092250244384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/2007/11/double-out-no-double-wins.html' title='Double Out? No, Double Wins!'/><author><name>Jeff and Casey (and Vanna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13145672355130433870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/RzjXILin_yI/AAAAAAAAABc/Am0ijKqmoaE/s72-c/IMG_1092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035190253080294090.post-869590949207812931</id><published>2007-11-09T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T14:26:16.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctoring: Tales Of Viagra and Squirrels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/RzTVmJ4OrMI/AAAAAAAAABE/RE71pqmWgEQ/s1600-h/douglassquirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/RzTVmJ4OrMI/AAAAAAAAABE/RE71pqmWgEQ/s320/douglassquirrel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130960726945344706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Back Sportsfans to the Dogpound!!! It has been a great week here in Memphis this week because it is PCC/ DRS week!!!What is that and what does it mean you ask? Well, Prevention, Community and Culture (PCC) is where we learn to evaluate literature as well as gain insight into issues such as epidemiology, ethics, blahblahblah. Doctoring: recognizing signs and symptoms (DRS) is where we get fed to the wolves because we go to our preceptors office out in the community to further reinforce how much we don't know! As if gross anatomy wasn't enough. So what does that mean for us as students?  A much needed break from the daily grind where I get a reprieve from smelling like formaldehyde and Casey actually gets to see me. &lt;br /&gt;                           So what did I learn this week?  I did a lot of growing this week as an infant physician.  Clinically, I learned that it is the patien'ts whole story is what matters and to refrain from taking statements out of context to make an assumption.  Case in point.  At Dr. _____ office we saw patient X who had had a rough year medically speaking.  He was a 74 year old gentleman who had almost died several times and had had numerous surgeries.  We got to the end of the interview and he asked the Doc if he could have some Viagra. I always wondered how I would react when this subject came up and my first instinct was to laugh to myself and think "This guy has been watching too much TV!!!" Well, no sooner had I thought this than he continued on saying that the following was his 49th anniversary (yeah that's a long time) with his wife and that they wanted to "Give it a whirl." To that I say, "Well played! Go, boy, go!"  Lesson here folks is that you are only as old as you feel and take time to get the whole story in whatever it is because your first instinct might not always be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing gears.  This week is supposed to be little more relaxed than other weeks.  Since it was a gorgeous day I decided to take Vanna for a walk to the park that is at the end of the street which Vanna loves because it is filled with squirrels.   so when we got down there sure enough there were tons of the little devils running around and as all dogs do she takes off running.  Now would be a good time to bring up the fact that she is on a retractable leash because her  attention span is so one track minded that if she weren't she would chase one  thing after another and end up in California or something. Meanwhile back at the ranch, I decide to start running as well.  BAAAAAADDDDD IDEA!  For onething, she is is about 10 times faster than I and when focused can provide a tremendous amount of force on the leash.  Needless to say, she ends up pulling me off balance, I stumble forward topheavily trying to keep my balance, and end up landing face first in the ground which was reminiscent of Anna Nissen and the Great Beach Ball Incident of 2002. In my defense, I think I pulled it off with all the grace of the proverbial bull in a china shop but I think I got a 9 of 10 on the landing.  The point of this is that it was really a lot of fun chasing squirrels with my dog in th park and it was a great way to blow off some steam.  Sometimes we take ourselves too seriously and need to be reminded of the bigger picture.  So, in the words of Porky Pig, "BBDBDBDBD, that's all Folks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUFFRUFF,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/RzTeOJ4OrNI/AAAAAAAAABM/KGTit5cdwdA/s1600-h/IMG_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/RzTeOJ4OrNI/AAAAAAAAABM/KGTit5cdwdA/s320/IMG_0750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130970210233134290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- is that the face of a killer or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035190253080294090-869590949207812931?l=jeffandcasey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/feeds/869590949207812931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035190253080294090&amp;postID=869590949207812931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/869590949207812931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/869590949207812931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/2007/11/doctoring-tales-of-viagra-and-squirrels.html' title='Doctoring: Tales Of Viagra and Squirrels'/><author><name>Jeff and Casey (and Vanna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13145672355130433870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/RzTVmJ4OrMI/AAAAAAAAABE/RE71pqmWgEQ/s72-c/douglassquirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035190253080294090.post-8977747945211654726</id><published>2007-11-04T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T16:28:25.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Short, Short Version!</title><content type='html'>Welcome Sportsfans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the official website of the awesomest pack of people you will ever know: the Caugdawgs. Individually the members of the pack are as follows: Jeff 'the Big Dog' Caughran, Casey 'the Boss dog' Caughran, and Vanna 'the furball' Caughran. For those of you who didn't know, there have been quite a few changes that have occurred in the past few months.  We left the big town of Chattanooga in the hottest month of the year to move to the land of the "Delta Blues", Elvis, and the Big Muddy (aka the Mississippi River to begin my career as a med student and Casey could continue her career as a child-life specialist at LeBonheur Children's Hospital.  So, I love school, Casey loves her job, and Vanna loves the backyard filled will lots of squirrels! So enjoy some pictures from the past few months! So here is our blog and its purpose is to bring together all the other members of our pack (family, friends, etc.)  Feel free to post comments about what is going on in your dog packs anytime about anything. We'd love to hear about those times that you ran with a big dog, bit the hand that fed you, or howled at the moon.  And as always keep it real and keep it clean!  RUFFFRUFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff a.k.a. the Big Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/Ry5jRCrkfvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/naLboS53jts/s1600-h/IMG_0893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/Ry5jRCrkfvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/naLboS53jts/s320/IMG_0893.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129146170050117362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/Ry5jRSrkfwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1y4Yg-hnsEc/s1600-h/IMG_0903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/Ry5jRSrkfwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1y4Yg-hnsEc/s320/IMG_0903.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129146174345084674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/Ry5jRirkfxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/e7a_YA2okew/s1600-h/IMG_0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/Ry5jRirkfxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/e7a_YA2okew/s320/IMG_0943.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129146178640051986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035190253080294090-8977747945211654726?l=jeffandcasey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/feeds/8977747945211654726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035190253080294090&amp;postID=8977747945211654726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/8977747945211654726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035190253080294090/posts/default/8977747945211654726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffandcasey.blogspot.com/2007/11/short-short-version.html' title='The Short, Short Version!'/><author><name>Jeff and Casey (and Vanna)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13145672355130433870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWVrymK2_pQ/Ry5jRCrkfvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/naLboS53jts/s72-c/IMG_0893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
