Because literally, that is how rarely I get a trim. And that’s all it ever is. A trim. I, my friends, am the biggest haircut wimp you have ever seen in your entire life when it comes to the cut. Now the color? I’ll tell you, there was a season from about 2005-early 2008 where
Do you half-wish I would bust into “it only takes a spark, to get a fire go-o-ing”? Welcome back, Summer Camp 1986 Annie. I’ve missed you and your curly perm. [Don’t ask. I won’t show you a picture.] Today I was drawn to the story of Joseph in Genesis. You know him- technicolor dream coat,
Sure it does. *It for real comes in like an abominable snow man because GOOD GRAVY PETE it is cold here in Nashville. 24 degrees? No thank you, March. *Meet my new best friend iPhone. Her name is Anita. She’s about the cutest thing goin’. I’m excited. A little bit. A lot bit. [Anita is
It’s a good thing I spent time with God yesterday morning. Cause Nanny McAnnie got tested to the extreme. When I arrived at the house, the kitchen was a bit of a mess. [Not a problem, part of the deal, Mom and Dad are both working their tailfeathers off.] So while I was waiting on
For most of my adult life, I’ve had a knot right on the front center of my shin. Sometimes it is colorless, but I always know it is there because it is really tender to the touch. Other times, it is black and blue, obviously the victim of a recent collision with some sort of
1. Annie, have you always loved being the center of attention? 2. Annie, do you believe that you have something important to say? 3. Annie, do you wear jeans that are a bit too baggy in the front? [Photo circa early 80s. I’m thinking ’83.]
My favorite book of all time is Christy by Catherine Marshall. If you’ve never read it, let me give you a quick recap- a school teacher in the 1920s moves to rural Appalachia to educate a holler full of children. It is, in a word, magnificent. I’ve read it, front to back, probably 50 times.
First of all, my best friend Haley called last night and asked about this Valentine’s gift I keep alluding to here on ye old blog. Dear real-life friends, as soon as a dude starts giving me gifts, if I have your cell phone number, I WILL BE CALLING. You need not worry about that. Dear
Here’s the good news- my most awesome web hostess Lauren has fixed the tabs across the top of my blog so that now the blogroll has its own special place. Spectacular. The bad news that created new news- I am poor. Not like “lose my home” poor, but more like “Dear God, I need Your
It’s 1:23am. That’s stupid. Why am I up, you ask? Because I, actually, am stupid. I said, “hey, it’ll be fun to make some cookies for my friends.” And that, actually, is fun. Then I said, “Oh, I’ll have to take them to my friends at 8am because I have somewhere to be.” And that
