That’s what I feel like I am in currently.
A blur.
I love vacationing. I don’t love when I fill my post-vacation with hours upon hours of catch-up work. So it’s 9:04am and I’m already on my second chai, I’ve written a few hundred words, and I’ve sat in my pastor’s office and cried my eyes out.
Amen.
The beach ruled. It was relaxing and I read a ton and I wrote an interesting “did I really just say that?” article about being single. I’ll let you know if the editor publishes it or sends me to counseling. Or both. That wouldn’t be so bad.
Speaking of editors publishing me, I had another article in Susie Mag this month. It’s about a topic very near and dear to my heart: the importance of Puppy Chow at spend the night parties.
I am, if nothing else, a hard hitting journalist.
I have a few more articles coming out in Susie Mag over the next few months, so why don’t you just subscribe? Especially if you have a teen/tween daughter in your house, I think they will totally love it. Annie article or no Annie article. My cousin Julianne reads it and loves it- right, Julianne?
Speaking of articles, my friend Shannon wrote an AWESOME article for SheSeeks. Go check it out.
Weren’t we talking about the beach? I’m so easily distracted by…. well…. everything.
Anyways, I finished Andrew Peterson’s book North! Or Be Eaten and let me tell you, if you aren’t already hooked on this series, can I encourage you to get hooked and quick? Cause I need some more people to discuss this with. (Here’s the link to his first book- On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness. So grab that one, read it, then get North! Or Be Eaten
I also managed to avoid receiving a severe sunburn. Sure, it meant I lathered in 45 SPF and only stayed out in the sun from about 9:30am-11:45am, but I’m telling you- nothing hurts like driving 9 hours back to Nashville with burned extremities. I seriously should have been born with red hair- I am that fair-skinned. I would have been irresistible to the fellas in the Middle Ages.
We relaxed, read books and magazines, watched football…. and goodness gracious, I think us Georgia Bulldog fans have a tough season ahead. Don’t get me started. I’m not going to turn into one of those football-whiny-bad-team-I’m-so-angry-I-hate-the-NFL-draft-because-it-ruined-my-life-or-at-least-my-2009-football-season kind of blogger.
But I could. Oh how I could whine.
Weren’t we discussing the beach?
So anyways, I forgot to take any pictures, but it was a beautiful experience. Seven of us ladies went, but then a handful of our Nash-buds were in the same general location, so we hung with them some too.
And I slept late every day. Without shame.
So, there’s my holiday weekend. Now back to the tough grind of doing my dream job.
A few questions:
1. How was your weekend?
2. What books are you reading right now that I should totally check out from the library?
3. Uh…. anything else you want to say to me? Cause I’ll just be sitting here writing on a deadline for the next zillion hours, so any distractions are totally welcome. 🙂
