I opened my iCal [I think I have a bit of a crush blooming there, too] today to add some very important events [my birthday, for example] and got to counting. 22 days. 22 work days. Not counting weekends, though something tells me I’ll be counting weekends as work days very quickly. Saturdays, at least.
Remember how I warned you that some days I would be short on blog words? Yeah, that’s today. I’ve written somewhere in the 2,000s today. That’s right. TWO THOUSAND WORDS. Not much for a “real author”, but a bit much for a noob like me. 1. BOOK CLUB. Was awesome. We read a book that
I think I may make this a tradition. This whole “Smile, Wednesday” bit. Especially after the novella I wrote yesterday. You bloggites. You are committed if you read all the way through that thing. I don’t know if I’ve ever expressed this to you, but I need to. I can’t keep it in anymore, and
My friend Jonathan doesn’t believe in luck. In fact, in college, when we led a cell group together, I remember wishing him luck for some reason. He responded with, “Not good luck. Good providence.” I quickly adopted the phrase, more in jest, or was it? Providence. “The protective care of God”. Isn’t that beautiful? I
The way I got to San Antonio is hilarious. Here’s how it happened. I went to the SheSpeaks Conference in Charlotte. While shopping there with Melanie and Sophie, I decided to go to Deeper Still in Atlanta. Then while sharing blogger brownies outside the Georgia Dome, I decided to go to San Antonio. I don’t
I’ll use some fancy words (and maybe even paragraphs) tomorrow to describe the weekend. Oh Psalm 16, you are so good. Until then, here is your appetizer…. Made at wordle.net
It’s 7:07am, San Antonio time. I am sitting on the floor of my hotel room, all the lights off, while my roomie Amy Beth still snoozles. The sun is rising out our 16th story window and I can’t decide what to do- blog or watch, blog or watch. Ok, blotch. I wanted to rush home
I need to go ahead and say that up front. Because at some point in this post you may say, “Annie sorta sounds like a … “, then you’ll pause, reread the title, and then say to yourself, “Well, actually, nope. She’s not a wimp. She told us that already.” It’s called being on the
I borrowed something from a friend of mine that lives approximately two minutes from my house and I needed to take it back to her tonight. I’m also watching the movie “Under The Tuscan Sun” on Lifetime. [Yes, on purpose.] So I decided I would race to see if I could return the item and
So it went like this. I decided that to go to San Antonio for the Siesta Fiesta, I should have a manicure. Words that come to mind when I think of the type of women that will attend a Beth Moore Conference in Texas- Hairspray. Nails. Capri pants. [And Bible. Obviously.] Besides the Bible, I
