So, I guess I've been on a "break".
I wasn't really meaning to, but school ended with me being sick and then after getting over that for a week or two it was time for VBX and I've been working that like crazy this week. Next week we pack and get ready, for the next week where we take the whole kit-and-kaboodle to Lincoln, Nebraska to put it on at a church plant there. It will be a great trip (my MOM is going!) but will cause some work nonetheless.
Anyway, sorry I've been away. I didn't mean to ignore you, but I didn't want to cough in your face...
OK, now for the real topic of discussion today. My dad is awesome.
I know, I know, Father's Day is coming up, and we SHOULD be talking about Dad and how great he is. Except that my dad really is.
Here's a picture:
here. If you click on it, get a tissue because it is FUNNY.
One thing I love about my dad is that he did such a great job of raising 2 girls. I truly believe that a lot of the good qualities I have come from my dad. From his great example, his patient correction, his teaching me to drive a stick, to everything else.
This picture is of my sister (on the right) and myself (on the left) when we were young. We both turned out pretty great, if I do say so myself.
This picture is my dad in his natural habitat: with the dog on his lap.