We interrupt this mission to bring you leadership, cancer, thrifting, and another mission
Dear Uncle George: Sorry, but today it is not all about you. I wanna talk about me. Like that Toby Keith song (which is one of The Boy's favorites since he is stuck home with me and The Girl so often). I would put the video link up here but it has a dancing pimp and ladies of the night and that just isn't appropriate in a churchy-sort of blog. But mentioning it now puts a visual in your head...I might have to rethink that paragraph. What about I mention when Toby Keith was to perform at the BYU Freedom Festival and has a song with vulgarity. See, you stopped thinking about the ladies and now are searching your mind as to which vulgar word he intended to use. Here is a snide little essay to fill in the details: http://www.ericdsnider.com/snide/butt-seriously-folks/ The last month has been strange and distracted me from my letter-writing to you. In the last month, I have directed a leadership academy for 130 folks. Residential. Which means a lot of paperwork, food