Fort 1 E: June, The Blog Hardly Knew Ya

First and foremost, congratulations to Wrigley, the dog in the new banner. My brindled bundle of what-the-heck-are-you pound mutt has gone from being the recipient of my seething hatred (if mind bullets could kill he'd be dead) to blog banner boy. We named him Wrigley after several failed attempts to name him other things. When we got him, he was Mowgli. For some reason Mowgli just didn't jive with us. Next I think we tried Buddy, mainly because we couldn't think of a good name and we usually defaulted to "come here, Buddy!" Though I'm pretty sure there was at least one other failed label inserted here, we finally settled on Wrigley because he wriggles all the time, literally wriggles. When he's excited to see you his whole body just shakes around, he can't keep still. He's a goofball (possibly the next name?). The goofball has officially won me over. And now that I've said that, I will no doubt walk out this morning and find my car tires chewed, lawn dug up, fence pickets knocked out, flower beds destroyed, power tools strewn across the yard and the fish pond slurped dry.

Now, moving on to the title of this post. I've heard mention that my blogging efforts have come under some scrutiny as of late. Though my initial reaction is to get defensive and immediately launch a counter-strike asking you how much you might blog when you're searching for a new job and trying to build your own law practice while simultaneously keeping things running at F1E...I realize my argument breaks down when I spend a good 1-2 hours every morning surfing every little wave of the internet for any new news in the world of college football. Ok ok ok OKAY. So I've got the time. I will say this: I can't find my camera. Until I do, enjoy some of my favorite pics from May:

Part of the pleasure of living out here is having the opportunity to see how big and powerful the world is...