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You probably noticed I was gone for awhile again. (Or maybe you didn’t; but I certainly did.) I attended the National Speakers Association (NSA) winter conference, this year held in San Francisco. NSA does this at least twice a year to help those of us in the association better our craft. (Of course, if you go to a convention of speakers, you’re lucky to get a word in edgewise.)
I drove down with a good friend of mine, Scott Hammond (of BecomeABetterFather.com). Whereby my style of dieting is to try and avoid everything I can, eat basically salads, and keep everything out of sight, Scott seems to just manage his intake better than I do and is more diligent than I about his exercise regime so he frequents different restaurants than do I.
Although we don’t travel together a great deal, we have a few times and each of those times, there is the required stop at In and Out Burger. Every time I tell someone we stopped at In and Out Burger, they go all gonzo on me, almost drooling in some sort of Pavlovian response to the very name. I don’t think I got as much of a reaction when I told people I saw the Mona Lisa at the Louvre as when I told them I ate at In-N-Out.
"Wow! Isn’t it great?" they ask. "You’re so lucky!" "Don’t you just love it?"
You probably noticed I was gone for awhile again. (Or maybe you didn’t; but I certainly did.) I attended the National Speakers Association (NSA) winter conference, this year held in San Francisco. NSA does this at least twice a year to help those of us in the association better our craft. (Of course, if you go to a convention of speakers, you’re lucky to get a word in edgewise.)
I drove down with a good friend of mine, Scott Hammond (of BecomeABetterFather.com). Whereby my style of dieting is to try and avoid everything I can, eat basically salads, and keep everything out of sight, Scott seems to just manage his intake better than I do and is more diligent than I about his exercise regime so he frequents different restaurants than do I.
Although we don’t travel together a great deal, we have a few times and each of those times, there is the required stop at In and Out Burger. Every time I tell someone we stopped at In and Out Burger, they go all gonzo on me, almost drooling in some sort of Pavlovian response to the very name. I don’t think I got as much of a reaction when I told people I saw the Mona Lisa at the Louvre as when I told them I ate at In-N-Out.
"Wow! Isn’t it great?" they ask. "You’re so lucky!" "Don’t you just love it?"
You probably noticed I was gone for awhile again. (Or maybe you didn’t; but I certainly did.) I attended the National Speakers Association (NSA) winter conference, this year held in San Francisco. NSA does this at least twice a year to help those of us in the association better our craft. (Of course, if you go to a convention of speakers, you’re lucky to get a word in edgewise.)
I drove down with a good friend of mine, Scott Hammond (of BecomeABetterFather.com). Whereby my style of dieting is to try and avoid everything I can, eat basically salads, and keep everything out of sight, Scott seems to just manage his intake better than I do and is more diligent than I about his exercise regime so he frequents different restaurants than do I.
Although we don’t travel together a great deal, we have a few times and each of those times, there is the required stop at In and Out Burger. Every time I tell someone we stopped at In and Out Burger, they go all gonzo on me, almost drooling in some sort of Pavlovian response to the very name. I don’t think I got as much of a reaction when I told people I saw the Mona Lisa at the Louvre as when I told them I ate at In-N-Out.
"Wow! Isn’t it great?" they ask. "You’re so lucky!" "Don’t you just love it?"
You probably noticed I was gone for awhile again. (Or maybe you didn’t; but I certainly did.) I attended the National Speakers Association (NSA) winter conference, this year held in San Francisco. NSA does this at least twice a year to help those of us in the association better our craft. (Of course, if you go to a convention of speakers, you’re lucky to get a word in edgewise.)
I drove down with a good friend of mine, Scott Hammond (of BecomeABetterFather.com). Whereby my style of dieting is to try and avoid everything I can, eat basically salads, and keep everything out of sight, Scott seems to just manage his intake better than I do and is more diligent than I about his exercise regime so he frequents different restaurants than do I.
Although we don’t travel together a great deal, we have a few times and each of those times, there is the required stop at In and Out Burger. Every time I tell someone we stopped at In and Out Burger, they go all gonzo on me, almost drooling in some sort of Pavlovian response to the very name. I don’t think I got as much of a reaction when I told people I saw the Mona Lisa at the Louvre as when I told them I ate at In-N-Out.
"Wow! Isn’t it great?" they ask. "You’re so lucky!" "Don’t you just love it?"
You probably noticed I was gone for awhile again. (Or maybe you didn’t; but I certainly did.) I attended the National Speakers Association (NSA) winter conference, this year held in San Francisco. NSA does this at least twice a year to help those of us in the association better our craft. (Of course, if you go to a convention of speakers, you’re lucky to get a word in edgewise.)
I drove down with a good friend of mine, Scott Hammond (of BecomeABetterFather.com). Whereby my style of dieting is to try and avoid everything I can, eat basically salads, and keep everything out of sight, Scott seems to just manage his intake better than I do and is more diligent than I about his exercise regime so he frequents different restaurants than do I.
Although we don’t travel together a great deal, we have a few times and each of those times, there is the required stop at In and Out Burger. Every time I tell someone we stopped at In and Out Burger, they go all gonzo on me, almost drooling in some sort of Pavlovian response to the very name. I don’t think I got as much of a reaction when I told people I saw the Mona Lisa at the Louvre as when I told them I ate at In-N-Out.
"Wow! Isn’t it great?" they ask. "You’re so lucky!" "Don’t you just love it?"
You probably noticed I was gone for awhile again. (Or maybe you didn’t; but I certainly did.) I attended the National Speakers Association (NSA) winter conference, this year held in San Francisco. NSA does this at least twice a year to help those of us in the association better our craft. (Of course, if you go to a convention of speakers, you’re lucky to get a word in edgewise.)
I drove down with a good friend of mine, Scott Hammond (of BecomeABetterFather.com). Whereby my style of dieting is to try and avoid everything I can, eat basically salads, and keep everything out of sight, Scott seems to just manage his intake better than I do and is more diligent than I about his exercise regime so he frequents different restaurants than do I.
Although we don’t travel together a great deal, we have a few times and each of those times, there is the required stop at In and Out Burger. Every time I tell someone we stopped at In and Out Burger, they go all gonzo on me, almost drooling in some sort of Pavlovian response to the very name. I don’t think I got as much of a reaction when I told people I saw the Mona Lisa at the Louvre as when I told them I ate at In-N-Out.
"Wow! Isn’t it great?" they ask. "You’re so lucky!" "Don’t you just love it?"
You probably noticed I was gone for awhile again. (Or maybe you didn’t; but I certainly did.) I attended the National Speakers Association (NSA) winter conference, this year held in San Francisco. NSA does this at least twice a year to help those of us in the association better our craft. (Of course, if you go to a convention of speakers, you’re lucky to get a word in edgewise.)
I drove down with a good friend of mine, Scott Hammond (of BecomeABetterFather.com). Whereby my style of dieting is to try and avoid everything I can, eat basically salads, and keep everything out of sight, Scott seems to just manage his intake better than I do and is more diligent than I about his exercise regime so he frequents different restaurants than do I.
Although we don’t travel together a great deal, we have a few times and each of those times, there is the required stop at In and Out Burger. Every time I tell someone we stopped at In and Out Burger, they go all gonzo on me, almost drooling in some sort of Pavlovian response to the very name. I don’t think I got as much of a reaction when I told people I saw the Mona Lisa at the Louvre as when I told them I ate at In-N-Out.
"Wow! Isn’t it great?" they ask. "You’re so lucky!" "Don’t you just love it?"
You probably noticed I was gone for awhile again. (Or maybe you didn’t; but I certainly did.) I attended the National Speakers Association (NSA) winter conference, this year held in San Francisco. NSA does this at least twice a year to help those of us in the association better our craft. (Of course, if you go to a convention of speakers, you’re lucky to get a word in edgewise.)
I drove down with a good friend of mine, Scott Hammond (of BecomeABetterFather.com). Whereby my style of dieting is to try and avoid everything I can, eat basically salads, and keep everything out of sight, Scott seems to just manage his intake better than I do and is more diligent than I about his exercise regime so he frequents different restaurants than do I.
Although we don’t travel together a great deal, we have a few times and each of those times, there is the required stop at In and Out Burger. Every time I tell someone we stopped at In and Out Burger, they go all gonzo on me, almost drooling in some sort of Pavlovian response to the very name. I don’t think I got as much of a reaction when I told people I saw the Mona Lisa at the Louvre as when I told them I ate at In-N-Out.
"Wow! Isn’t it great?" they ask. "You’re so lucky!" "Don’t you just love it?"
You probably noticed I was gone for awhile again. (Or maybe you didn’t; but I certainly did.) I attended the National Speakers Association (NSA) winter conference, this year held in San Francisco. NSA does this at least twice a year to help those of us in the association better our craft. (Of course, if you go to a convention of speakers, you’re lucky to get a word in edgewise.)
I drove down with a good friend of mine, Scott Hammond (of BecomeABetterFather.com). Whereby my style of dieting is to try and avoid everything I can, eat basically salads, and keep everything out of sight, Scott seems to just manage his intake better than I do and is more diligent than I about his exercise regime so he frequents different restaurants than do I.
Although we don’t travel together a great deal, we have a few times and each of those times, there is the required stop at In and Out Burger. Every time I tell someone we stopped at In and Out Burger, they go all gonzo on me, almost drooling in some sort of Pavlovian response to the very name. I don’t think I got as much of a reaction when I told people I saw the Mona Lisa at the Louvre as when I told them I ate at In-N-Out.
"Wow! Isn’t it great?" they ask. "You’re so lucky!" "Don’t you just love it?"
You probably noticed I was gone for awhile again. (Or maybe you didn’t; but I certainly did.) I attended the National Speakers Association (NSA) winter conference, this year held in San Francisco. NSA does this at least twice a year to help those of us in the association better our craft. (Of course, if you go to a convention of speakers, you’re lucky to get a word in edgewise.)
I drove down with a good friend of mine, Scott Hammond (of BecomeABetterFather.com). Whereby my style of dieting is to try and avoid everything I can, eat basically salads, and keep everything out of sight, Scott seems to just manage his intake better than I do and is more diligent than I about his exercise regime so he frequents different restaurants than do I.
Although we don’t travel together a great deal, we have a few times and each of those times, there is the required stop at In and Out Burger. Every time I tell someone we stopped at In and Out Burger, they go all gonzo on me, almost drooling in some sort of Pavlovian response to the very name. I don’t think I got as much of a reaction when I told people I saw the Mona Lisa at the Louvre as when I told them I ate at In-N-Out.
"Wow! Isn’t it great?" they ask. "You’re so lucky!" "Don’t you just love it?"
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