It’s 11:37pm on Tuesday night. Our church small group ran late [because we couldn’t stop laughing at the boys- they were talking like mobsters from the 1930s. I was snorting. That is severe]. So I’m just now getting home. And now, I don’t have time to blog because…. and brace yourself for this…. I’m trying
[First of all, I love all your thoughts from yesterday– if you haven’t gotten a chance to check out the comments, head on over. Also, if you are married and DO hang out with singles, maybe throw out some ideas for hanging with singlets. Now, for your feature presentation…..] – – – – – –
Friday night, I went on the best date of my Nashville life. I’m not going to put all my former dates in order from greatest to least, because then, honestly, you would know how many dates I haven’t have been on. So last week, my friend Fred called. Fred is dating one of my dearest
Cause this is where I’ll be. So, here’s the thing. There are a few albums that I pretty much spun to death in 2009. Jars of Clay (check), Mat Kearney (check), Switchfoot (Jon Foreman – check). And then there are people that I am just plain in awe of their music skillz and voice. Alison
Disclaimer: What you can’t tell from the sunglasses is that most of the time I am looking at the road. I promise. Here are the two videos I made in the car. It’s kinda stressful to have two big videos due on the same day, so forgive the lack of bells and whistles. Video #1-
At this point, we aren’t going to discuss how I tend to start bloggy things [i.e- Smile Wednesday] and then never follow through with them because dear blog reader, I don’t need any lip today. I haven’t had ice cream in a MONTH. A MONTH. And I don’t know if I’ve said, but I love
While I’m hanging out with my peeps at home, I wanted to let you know about a couple of things. I have a new article up at (in)courage. It’s all about the song “There’s A Hole In My Bucket.” Obviously. I wrote a new post on the ole Annie Gets Fit blog. There is a
Psalm 91 (New International Version) 1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. 2 I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” 3 Surely He will save you from the fowler’s snare and from
I don’t usually post on the weekends. It’s a boundary thing. It’s a give-the-people-a-break-from-Annie thing. But I’m gonna today. Because I think I need your prayers. For some of you long-suffering bloggites, you may remember Fall 08 when THE CANKLE happened. [And can I have a moment to rabbit trail here? As I found this
Confessions of a Get Fit Challenge Star: I cheated. A few days ago, I was at Lyndsay and Lauren’s house. Strangely enough, someone had delivered a King Cake to their place. Now, these girls are from Chicago, so they really haven’t experienced a true Southern Lent Season Kickoff [also known as Mardi Gras]. The basics,
