Today I went golfing with my brother who is three years older then me.
Over the last eight years we have become some what friends. Seeing that I am almost thirty, that makes two thirds of the time we have known each other equal to us not being friends. That is mostly his doing. My whole life I have wanted an older brother who would be my buddy. I unfortunately have not had that. My three other older brother are at least seven years older then me and why would they spend time with me when they had other siblings closer to their age to hang with.
So my only option was my immediate older brother to become buddies with, and it never happened in my younger years. He was to cool to show me around. I learned early on that I didn't really want his attention anyway. He was a self serving jerk who was completely void of compassion for his nerdy skill less younger sibling who only wanted one brother out of the many to spend some time with. The nerdy skill less brother that just wanted to be noticed.
Now I, the nerdy skill less brother, am older, I still would like to have a friendship with that jerk brother. I kind of do. We went golfing today with my father-in-law. That jerk brother is no longer a jerk and we had a good time. We plan to go golfing again and I am very happy about that.
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Dear Friends ,,,, on an unrelated topic that requires our attention....
Recently a friend in our fold brought this "film" to my attention.
Her son apparently was sent this web link from someone.
this is NOT a joke,,,, I've been told that some people
question my intentions.
It's a movie clip (that has been recently released, or is about to,,, I'm not sure),,
anyway, it depicts Mormons as flesh eating ghouls, and it is just awful. www.thebookofzombie.com
PLEASE don't go to this web site,,, please just make note of it,,,,,
On behalf of myself and my husband, and our Mormon friends,
I would like to make sure that young people are NOT subjected to this terrible conception of true faith.
please let me know if you are able to help.
regards, Betty Toms
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