Blog sounds to me like what people do while leaning over a toilet after a long night of binge drinking. Regurgitating my thoughts and feelings all over the web seems similar. I hope I don’t get any on your shoes... but here is my blog.
I’ve never been the best a staying in contact or writing and calling regularly. My guilt over that fact has pushed me to blog. My lovely wife, affectionately known as Mama-Bear, has agreed to relinquish a portion of space on her Ford Family web-site and allow me to post a few words.
As these weekly, monthly or whateverly writings add up, the body of evidence should be revealing to say the least. Fact is... I haven’t written much of or during my life precisely because of the revealing nature of the prose. We’ll see if I can maintain long enough to get rid of this guilt.
46 and a half. That is how old my body is. Its another late night and everyone but me and Paden (our trusty mutt) is long since sleeping. My eyes are straining to focus on this page but basically things are remaining quite fuzzy. Things are blurry because my eyes are also 46 and a half. We’ve seen a lot, but after a long day, now we’re seeing it less clearly.
I was recommended and interviewed to become a in church today. To those of you outside the church, that means I will have additional priesthood responsibilities and more opportunities to serve others. Those within the church know it means my body is 46 and a half, my eyesight is fading, my talks are becoming much dryer and enduring to the end has taken on new meaning. Okay, one blog down (or up-chucked) with many more to come forth. Carry on... soldier!