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Thursday, June 30th, 2011

I could give you 1000 reasons that I keep blogging.

There is only one reason I started.

I started because my sister blogged. And being that we are only 15 months apart, we pretty much lived with an “if she can do it, so can I” attitude. [Not super great for our relationship, but we were very accomplished.]

So in November of 2006 I started a blog.

In November of 2006 I taught 4th grade in Marietta, GA. I was 26 years old and a proud first-time home owner. I thought I may have figured out who I wanted to marry and I certainly knew where I wanted to live. I blogged for the ten friends who read the blog [big waves to all the Blog2Facers!]. I named my blog after a letter Daddy wrote me where he said, “Hope this helps you take a step towards your dream of being a writer.”

The old blog used to be named “Taking A Step Towards Your Dream” – anybody still around from those good ole days?

Almost five years later, the blog has a much simpler name [you're welcome] and my life is significantly different. I live in Nashville. I’m one week from turning 31. I’m single and I have no clue who I am going to marry [but if you have any suggestions, I'm all ears...]. I quit teaching school to pursue a writing career and my first book is in hands of women all over the world.

And this little blog, this little corner of the internet sky, has seen it all. You see the words and the pictures in every post. I see the place where I wrote it. I see what was between every line. I see the tears dripping on my keyboard and I see the jokes that I read out loud to anyone around me.

I see the steps we took towards my dream.

And I see you. When I started this, I did not know that I would love it, but more importantly, I did not know I would love YOU.

Today is a cool day.

This is my 1000th post.

And I just want to say that it is a privilege to write for you. For her. For them. For Him.

So thank you for being a part of God’s story for me. Thank you for coming back here, day after day, a thousand times for some of you [hey Mama!], and thank you for teaching me the JOY of living openly and honestly.

It is a joy.

I’m not going anywhere. This is no swan song. But I just couldn’t let this 1000th post pass without making a point to stop and thank you.

So on behalf of myself and Mr. Darcy, thanks y’all.

Thank you so much. You will never know what you have done for my soul.

And thank you, Daddy, for that first note, for giving me the freedom to put my feet on the path towards this life.

1000 steps later, I’m living my dream.

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Be lifted high.

Tuesday, June 28th, 2011

Sunday at church, we sang this chorus over and over again.

In my life, be lifted high.

In my world, be lifted high.

In my love, be lifted high.

And I cried. [I know you are shocked. Because hello I cry like other people breathe.]

Two weeks from today I land in Scotland and I’ll be there for five months.

FIVE MONTHS.

In my life…

My life is changing so much. At my BFFroomie Laura’s birthday on Saturday, I had my first goodbye. And it broke my heart. I moved out of the house the next day and I’m staying with a family until I leave. I’m not brave. I’m worried that so much will happen while I’m gone. I’m missing weddings and engagements and breakups and babies and life.

I know it’s just 5 months. I know it’s an amazing opportunity. I know I know I know.

But it’s not free.

My friend Skip says I have ATMS Disease- “Afraid To Miss Something” – and I’ll tell you what. My ATMS is RAGING right now. Absolutely raging.

And Sunday morning, when I sang, “In my life, be lifted high…” I thought of my friends and the ATMS and the lives that will keep on going without me. And I thought about how, even though it feels like a major sacrifice to leave my people, I want God to be lifted high in my life- and I think Scotland is where that happens this fall.

In my world….

As we sang, I thought of Scotland. And Cape Town. And Costa Rica. And France. And Prague. And all the places where people I know and love are serving God. And I thought of my little world– the girls who read my book, the friends [you!] who read my blog, my friends, my family.

God has given each of us a world. You have a world. I have a world. And I want God to be lifted high in my world.

In my love…

I just love my people. I know you love your people too. I love the little ones that make me laugh and I love the big ones that make me laugh. I love my Marietta people and my Nashville people and my people in the USA and my people in other countries. And I think God puts that in our hearts as a way we can worship Him. The Bible even says that when we care for other people it is like we are caring for Jesus. (Matthew 25: 31-46)

So I sat in church thinking of how I love my church, my pastor, my friends who sit around me, and I thought about how loved I feel in that place.

And I told God how much I feel Him lifted high in that place.

In my life, be lifted high.

In my world, be lifted high.

In my love, be lifted high.

We’ve sang that chorus for years. And yet, this Sunday, it broke my heart and changed me.

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What is your favorite worship song?

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TOP 5 FRIDAY: Carry on.

Friday, June 24th, 2011

TOP 5 FRIDAY is when we each list five of our favorite things, depending on the topic. Feel free to join in via the comments or by posting on your own blog and linking back here. Play along. It’s Friday.

When I went to Scotland in January, I was super-dee-duper prepared to lose my luggage. [It happens.] My carry-on had a full change of clothes- long and short sleeves, and the incidentals one might need [I'm being ladylike and not saying "undies," but you knew what I meant, didn't you?], my makeup, an apple, my computer, a spare tote bag so that I could pull it out in the Amsterdam airport, and many other things. Pretty much, it was a not-so-mini-suitcase.

Every.single.thing in that bag was strategically placed there as an item that would serve me better in my own hands than checked under the plane.

Just to remind you, my flight went like this–>

Nashville –> Atlanta –> Amsterdam –> Edinburgh

Then. THEN.

The Delta lady behind the counter in Nashville, from now on known as Donna Delta, looks at my carry-on and says “Yeah, we’re going to have to check that to your final destination.”

EX. CUSE. ME!?!? I immediately teared up. [Because Dear Internet, I strategically packed that bag. Don't mess with my strategies, Donna Delta.]

I said, through teary eyes, “I’m traveling to Edinburgh. That is SCOTLAND. Could someone just traveling to Atlanta check their bag and mine fly with me?” Because doesn’t that make a ton of sense? Me thinks so.

Her response?

“No ma’am. [Fake politeness is actually rude, Donna Delta, I thought.] You have 5 minutes to pull out what you need and then I’m checking the bag all the way to Edinburgh.”

And then I pooped my pants.

Not really. But a little.

Grateful for that spare tote, I pulled it out and picked just a few items that were TOP priority and then shook my head in disgust as I watched Donna Delta send my bag to Edinburgh.

What items did I actually consider a NECESSITY?

Not counting my purse [wallet, passport, cell phone, etc.], here are the TOP 5 things I wanted to carry on my flights:

1. LAPTOP : I know that seems a bit obvious, but true none the less. I knew I’d be feeling internet-deprived by the time I got to Amsterdam. [Issues. I have them.]

2. REAL SIMPLE MAGAZINE FOR JANUARY : See, I have this weird thing about only reading a Real Simple in the month that it is for [January in January even though it is delivered in December] and it had taken all the willpower I could muster to hold off reading it until January 15 and Donna Delta wasn’t going to ruin THAT for me.

3. BIBLE/JOURNAL : I don’t even remember if I used my journal, but trust me when I say that no one deserves to lose their journal to a TSA representative. Good reading? Maybe. Major embarrassment for the rest of my days? Definitely. So this was more of a self-defense thing than a I-am-quite-holy thing.

4. TOILETRIES : You don’t want to know what happens to my skin when I fly. Fine. I’ll tell you. Greasy McGreaserson. It is nothing short of unattractive. So having some face help with me is necessary. Also, I saw my parents in Atlanta and cried my makeup off, so that was awesome and mature. I was glad I had my facewash. Amen.

5. DECK OF CARDS : I didn’t touch them one time. It was a mistake. A regret made in the heat of the moment. I thought, “what if I get bored and have finished my magazine and just want to do something mindless and how do I feel this strongly against Donna Delta?” and so I grabbed them. Dumb dumb dumb. Were I do to it over again, I would have left them in the carry-on that got checked to Edinburgh against my wishes.

Forgive me for choice #5. But at least I was honest. That should count for something, right?

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YOUR TURN!

When you pack a carry-on for your flight to anywhere [local or international], what five things do you HAVE to have with you?

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**shout out and thanks to my bestie Betsy for helping me choose the TOP 5 FRIDAY topic for today. Now she has to comment… we wait patiently, Bets. You are the Queen of the Carry-On.**

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Taking a little off the top.

Wednesday, June 22nd, 2011

Of New York state that is! We’ve driven approximately 300 miles in 26 hours and we could have given New York a buzz cut with our straight line across the state.

Here are the highlights so far:

1. I was sitting in the hallway of an office in Rochester when I hear one woman say to another, “so we’re headed to Nashville this weekend. Know anywhere to eat?” Yep. My jaw hit the floor. I was all, “oh sheesh. Do I go admit that I heard a conversation that I wasn’t invited to BUT share very vital information that could change this woman’s Nash-experience or do I just keep sitting here quietly?”

Well.

I think we all know what happened next.

I made two friends in the Rochester office and now they know the very ins and outs of my town.

I should make commission from the city of Nashville for that one.

[Then I invited her to hang out with us in Nashville this weekend. Too far? Maybe. But she was really nice. I'm sure my friends will like her.]

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2. My friend Esther has never been to the USA and because I am my father’s daughter, I insisted that she get some local fare. So we pulled into a diner in the smallest town we could find and the fact that every person in the place knew each other meant we were at the right place! It was delicious.

Esther has pancakes. I had a biscuit and gravy. I dare you to blame me for that choice. You know you would have done the same.

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3. I love that Starbucks are consistent. It’s like taking your favorite blankey on every vacation.

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4. I am in Canada. At Niagara Falls. And no one warned me of the casinos and silly people. But they are all here- waterfalls, slot machines, grown men in tight shirts and spiky hair. A lot of spiky hair.

Esther and I both had set our hopes too high on the ole Falls. I mean, don’t get me wrong, they pour a lot of water. But they are a bit smaller than I expected. None the less, I was thrilled to see them in real life.

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5. I’m glad we’re only staying in Canada for one day because OMG HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE WITHOUT MY CELL PHONE?!? I forgot that things would change here until I got a text that said something like, “Hey Annie. It’s gonna cost a billion dollars if you call someone and just a million if you send a text.” So I turned my phone off.

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6. I’ve taken a handful of pictures, but the other problem in Canada is that my internet is weird so I’m going to have to upload them later. Because I’m sure you’re waiting with bated breath to see pictures of falling water and then pictures of me in front of falling water.

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7. Upstate New York is unbearably beautiful. If you’ve never driven the backroads of this part of the country, I highly recommend it. Esther and I have had multiple jaw-dropping moments. Also, hilarious, I say things like, “look at that old house!” and she’ll say, “that’s old???” because the houses are built in 1900 instead of, you know, 1200 like the UK has to offer.

And then I remember that our “history” is awesome, but not so much “old.”

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Between now and Thursday night, we see Buffalo, Utica, Albany, and everything in between. If you know of any must-stop places of highlights or good restaurants or good ideas…

share on, my friend.

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The weekend.

Monday, June 20th, 2011

Oh man.

What a great weekend.

You may remember last November when I spent a weekend with Emily and her sister, Nester. It was fun. Like whoa fun. Like soul-touching fun.

So a few months ago when Nester and I were chatting, the conversation went like this:

Annie: Hey Nester, remember how much fun we had?

Nester: Yes.

Annie: And you know how much I want to hang out with your boyz and meet your hubs?

Nester: uh… yeah….?

Annie: So what say I come visit for a weekend?

[Because dear internet, I invite myself over a lot. Consider yourself warned.]

insert Emily here: I’ll come too! And bring my kids!

Nester: Sure, if you wanna.

Annie & Emily [in unison]: WE WANNA!

Annie buys a flight to North Carolina.

And…. scene.

And now I’d like to thank (in)courage for building the kind of beach house that allows the writers to build the kind of friendships that makes us want to fly around the country to see each other.

[Orange County and Arkansas, I'm comin' for you in 2012.]

I’d also like to thank (in)courage for having skype meetings where it is possible for us to have side chat conversations… and now I’d like to apologize for having a side conversation with Nester and Emily during our skype meeting. We’re like the girls who pass notes during class.

Sorry Lisa-Jo and Holley.

Back to the weekend. To put it simply, we laughed and ate cake. Cake from CostCo. That means it was delicious.

The kids were a joy to be around – I think it helped that I brought fourteen fake mustaches. Nester’s youngest boy wore a grey grandpa mustache like he was BORN with it. Classy. For sure. Lots of card games, including Old Maid.

@thenester's instagram-ing skillz

You got that right. I’m an Old Maid shark. I’m an Old Maid who is afraid of sharks? Yes and yes.

Anyways. I loved the weekend and the only other place I wanted to be was with my daddy for Father’s Day. Big thanks to Nester and Emily for loving me well and making me feel at home every time we are together, whether homes are involved or not.

Today I hop on a plane again and fly from Charlotte to upstate New York where I’ll get to meet up with my Scottish pal Esther- who flew over from Edinburgh- and drive her around to business meetings for 4 days. She doesn’t exactly “know” how to drive on our side of the road and our side of the car, so I get to be her chauffeur.

I know. My life is weird. And hilarious. And bizarro.

But it’s mine. And I’m grateful.

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How was your weekend?

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TOP 5 FRIDAY: Favorite movies!

Friday, June 17th, 2011

I love Top 5 Fridays… it really gives us some lovely insight into each other’s lives. And into each other’s diets, free time, and things we enjoy watching or doing.

What I’m saying is, every Top 5 Friday is like a date. Sorta.

A friend date. With lots and lots of other people participating.

So…. things just got weird.

My apologies. We don’t have to talk about our dating lives anymore.

Let’s talk about our Top 5 Favorite movies! [And, I'm going to take this a step further. I'd like to be eating snocaps and drinking a coke icee. You're welcome.]

This is not an any particular order… except the order I wrote them down. Subconciously was I listing them? Maybe. But we’ll never know.

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1. Pride and Prejudice

Why?: I like the short one more than the long one, for starters. I love the outfits, the soundtrack, and the time when she spins around in tire swing. I love it all.

Favorite scene: This one time when I was kinda hanging out with this guy, I was watching this movie and RIGHT when everyone disappears from the dance floor but Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, he called.

It remains my favorite scene even though that boy did not remain my favorite.

2. Dead Poet’s Society

Why?: I saw it the first time in 8th grade when we were doing the play A Midsummer’s Night Dream. I loved Robin Williams in this movie and I really enjoyed seeing the inner workings of a boys school…. something I would never otherwise. This movie moved me and made me want to be a better teacher.

Favorite scene: The part with A Midsummer’s Night Dream. The dude who plays Puck was an absolute genius.

3. You’ve Got Mail

Why?: New York. Children’s bookstore. The internet. Daisies. Meg Ryan sitting on the floor of her bedroom eating a bowl of soup. I can quote this movie better than any other.

Favorite scene: When Joe Fox brings the little kids to the bookstore for storytime.

4. Mary Poppins

Why?: I think it is the songs. And Julie Andrews. And the way the movie inspired me to be a really stinkin’ good nanny. Also, as a 30 year old who still babysits from time to time, I have finally learned in the last two years how she is able to love those kids and still fly away.

Favorite scene: I always used to pretend to have a a boat on my roof like the neighbors, so that’s a good part. Also, when they laugh and float to the ceiling. I would love for that to happen.

5. Tommy Boy

Why?: Really? You have to ask? Then you need to watch it again.

Favorite scene: Yes. It is. Ok, seriously. I’ll try to think of one… when the car door falls off? When the M&Ms slide across the dashboard? When they go cow-tipping? I laughed heartily when I saw the movie in 1995 and I have laughed every time since.

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YOUR TURN!

What are your favorite movies? Favorite scenes? Favorite snacks?

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I’m here! I’m here!

Thursday, June 16th, 2011

I think this Thursday deserves a list.

1. I’m here. I’m Annie. I blog in this place. And for the last few weeks I haven’t blogged so well.

Here’s why:

- raising support for Scotland

- finding housing in Scotland

- yard sale

- speaking gig [which was a BLAST! Can't wait to tell you about it.]

- packing my house

- quick weekend trip

- another quick 2 day trip

- POD delivered

- fill POD with all my earthly belongings

- POD filled with my earthly belongings gets picked up and taken to some storage facility that reminds me how WEIRD our world is.

- move out of my home

- finish packing for Scotland

- move in with friends for 2 weeks

- turn 31 on July 7

- go to Scotland

- speak at a camp in Scotland

I know that I’m single and only have to worry about myself, but that is still a pretty hefty to-do list between now and July 11. Not to mention, you should know by now how I feel about my day of birth.

I like it. So so much.

And when you think about the fact that I get to celebrate my birthday and people HAVE to come to the celebration because I’ll also be leaving the country so there will be tons of people together that I love whether they are there by choice or by guilt… well. It just makes me happy.

[Do you see what my birthday does to me? Makes me write ridiculously run-on sentences. It's bad, y'all.]

[Also. Seriously, I don't care what we do. My 30th birthday will never be matched. It was that good.]

2. You know it has been too long since I made time to blog when I can’t quit telling you side stories. It means I’ve missed you.

3. Mumford and Sons. They are still my favorite band. Just wanted you to know.

4. Someone who has seen the Niagara Falls, will you tell me what it is like?

5. I don’t know if we’ve ever talked about this. But I no longer drink sodas. I haven’t been a soda drinker since April 2008. I drink water and juice and sometimes tea. But I’ll tell you what- when it’s 107 degrees outside and all I want is to cool off, nothing calls to me like a Coke Icee. And, Heaven help me, I gave in thrice last weekend.

I’m weak, people. Weak. Tie me to the mast- let me hear the siren’s call from that deliciously cold beverage, but please take away my power to steer the ship.

6. This is a funny picture from my speaking gig on Sunday. This is after the talk when I was at the beginning stages of signing autographs, taking pictures, shaking hands and kissing babies.

[By the way, that's my friend Molly taking the picture. Not someone who actually thinks I'm a big deal. Instead, it is someone who looks at me and says, "seriously?" when I act like I'm a big deal. I am not. At all. Which is EXACTLY why I bring her to as many events as possible. Also, she usually can sniff out M&Ms for me, which is important.]

7. I used The Message translation of Matthew 5:5 on Sunday and it.is.amazing. Here- I’ll prove it.

“You’re blessed when you’re content with just who you are—no more, no less. That’s the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can’t be bought.”

I mean, RIGHT?!? How great is THAT? Ugh. Love love love it.

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I like to end lists at #7 but I do have one more thing.

There are some very sad medical issues going on in families around me…

a baby born with hydrocephalus and a mama who ruptured her uterus and lost lots of blood
my friend’s Dad has aggressive cancer and is in another state so she can’t help like she wants to.
friend’s grandpa is 2 weeks into chemotherapy
high schoolers having surgeries
my friend Adam finding out his sinus cancer has now spread to his lungs and brain- a great husband and father of 3 little kids. Now a miracle- the real major kind- is his only hope.

There are seasons when my facebook newsfeed is full of joy and laughter, but for about 10 days it has been heartbreaking. Cancer ruins everything. Absolutely everything.

I pray for miracles AND I pray for Jesus to return quickly and make all things new.

Would you pray for these families with me?

And if you’d like, drop a prayer request in the comment section. Today we will lift each other [and the people we care about] up to God.

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I give my life to honor this.

Tuesday, June 14th, 2011

Saviour King from Hillsong United

And now the weak say I have strength

By the spirit of power that raised Christ from the dead

And now the poor stand and confess

That my portion is Him and I’m more than blessed

Let now our hearts burn with a flame

A fire consuming all for your Son’s holy name

And with the heavens we declare

You are our King

We love You Lord, we worship You

You are our God, You alone are good

You asked Your Son to carry this

The heavy cross our weight of sin

I love You Lord, I worship You

Hope which was lost, now stands renewed

I give my life to honor this

The love of Christ, the Saviour King

Let now Your church shine as the bride

That you soar in Your heart as You offered up Your life

Let now the lost be welcomed home

By the saved and redeemed those adopted as Your own

I give my life to honor this

The love of Christ, the Saviour King

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A crazy week.

Friday, June 10th, 2011

I’m like the Girl Formerly Known As AnnieBlogs.

It’s been nutz around here. Forgive my tardy-bloggy.

I had to pick a flat in Scotland to live in and to be honest, it was a tough tough decision. So that has taken up tons of my brain space. But I found one and, to ease your worries- I can walk to the church, a bank, a grocery, and a Starbucks.

[The Lord provides. Can I get an amen?]

I’m also having a yard sale tomorrow and I’ve spent this week driving around from friend’s house to friend’s house collecting their goods.

And we have got some crazy-good stuff.

I sure hope people show up to this thang. Because good gracious what am I going to do with all these awesome items if 2pm on Saturday arrives and there is still a yard full of sale things?

Yikesies.

Also, I’m speaking for a large group of girls on Sunday night, so when I’m not sorting candle holders and t-shirts from the 90s, I’m writing about identity and making a powerpoint including pictures of me from elementary school. Including but not limited to this Easter beauty.

You earned it. I haven’t blogged all week. The least I can do is give you a picture of myself in white socks and black shoes with my hand on my knee.

Because I was the bees knees in 1987. He is risen and we celebrate with 80s dresses and bunnies with bendable ears.

Anyways.

Please pray for the yard sale- pray that people come, pray that I am able to raise a good amount of money for Scotland, pray that all this jazz gets a new loving home.

**UPDATE: We made $40 more than the goal!! The Lord is so faithful! Booyah.**

Please pray for my speaking gig on Sunday- pray that the exact right words will come out of my mouth, pray that the girls hear God’s heart for them, and pray that I’ll be funny .

Y’all have a great weekend.

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I heart Texas.

Monday, June 6th, 2011

First of all, I did a terrible job taking pictures. I’m real sorry.

The hard thing about traveling in the summer is that you always end up missing weddings. I missed two that I would have LOVED to go to [three cheers for Mason & Hannah and Adam & Molly!], but Texas was already on my heart [and the flight was already paid for ...], so the only marriage I experienced this weekend was between my stomach and legit Mexican food.

Going to visit my bestie Betsy in her hometown was so much fun. For years, our Nash-crowd has heard stories of family, friends, and locations around Wichita Falls, TX, but I was the first to actually see it. I can now confirm that yes, there is such a place and yes, we know people who live there.

Here’s Betsy, me, and her Dad.

What I would like to do now is show you the watercolor portrait of Betsy from when she was 8, but I haven’t exactly asked Betsy if that is okay so I better not. But I want to. But I won’t. But it is awesome. Visiting friends’ parents’ houses is always a win.

Here are my summaries/thoughts/responses from a weekend…..

Let’s start with the thumbs down list.

Stereotypical Texas things I did not see get to see:

Tumbleweed
Cowboy
Bull
Cowboy riding a bull
Cowboy riding a tumbleweed

I also never heard one person sing “Home on the Range” nor did I see a single Texas Ranger or one sign leading to a Dude Ranch.

Dear Texas, if you’re gonna have stereotypes, I’d like to see them when I visit please.

Now, for the thumbs up list.

Things I got to see but forgot to photograph:

Lots of fun people!
Wichita Falls in all it’s glory. And glory it is. Such a beautiful place… compared to other parts of Texas apparently. [That's for you, Steven and Mary Alice.]
Dallas
Breakfast tacos
A Mavs game [now I can pretend like I'm legit... "Yeah, I cheer for the Mavs. I was in Dallas when they won Game 2. Did you see that one?"]
Heat waves rolling across the desert

…. that last one is not true. Sorry. But it was very hot in Texas. That is true.

And in the continuing series of crazy colors I paint my nails, I present to you my Dallas Manicure. The picture poorly reflects the sparkle to this color. It’s a purpley-gray glittery thing that looks like something the Little Mermaid would wear.

So of course. I love it.

Obviously, this was also a highlight of the trip. Homemade strawberry shortcake? Very Texas, I think. Very Texas.

And the piece de resistance, my only picture of the Texas prairie land–

I’ll give Texas the benefit of the doubt… there could be a cowboy riding a tumbleweed back there behind those trees. I’ll pretend as such.

Overall, I salute you Texas. What a great weekend with such great friends and lots of laughs and I wish I could do it all over again. Thanks to Betsy and her dear family for hosting me and showing me around!

Now, on this Monday [that is TOTALLY a Monday], I head off to skype with possible roommates in Scotland. Better go put some make-up on… don’t want them to see my natural beauty quite yet.

Finally, I think this is an important question. I was told that cicadas and locusts are the same bug. Is that a fact? Can someone help me out?

Also, I think this is an important question. How was your weekend?

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