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Zee Meehan Family Heirloom Horse Head Mask ... at Scout Camp. Posting a day early this week because tomorrow I'll be on a plane heading to Tennessee for Keith and Whitney's wedding (from my tribe on Survivor South Pacific). So my point! I have one thing to say this week:  GET THEE A HORSE HEAD MASK PRONTO! I'm telling you this is the b est $12.00 I have ever spent. (Well, it's actually a tie between the horse head mask and the crib mattress we bought at a yard sale so the kids could mattress surf down the stairs. But that's a whole other post!)  So far the horse head has been to Girls Camp and Scout Camp ... which just cracks me up. Happy Weekend! The Polar Plunge at Jr's Scout Camp last week. Morning ceremonies. More horsing around. (I know, see why it is so fun--the cliches are endless!) More Scout Camp. PS: Girls are there. What the what? After the Polar Plunge. Bam and her church youth group at a thrift store las

Indiana sunset. Taken by Elder Meehan on his mission. If I'm completely honest, I've had a bit of Writer's Block this year when it comes to blogging.  I think I'm just in a period where I look at my writing and think "how does this help others--posting my ramblings/point of view?" I see the value of journaling. And I see the value for my family history, etc.  But I keep thinking, "is this self-indulgent"? Do other people feel better after reading my posts OR do they feel blah?  All this introspection isn't new to me. Since I was a small kiddo I've had these kind of existential questions about life, my purpose, my connection to other people--and my general contribution to Planet E. (I know, makes it sound like I'm deep. LOL.) But my point! Sometimes when I read other people's social media, I feel inspired. And other times when I read other people's social media, I feel cranky. I may disagree with them. I may f