Month: August 2010

Check out what I made! She’s a beaut. I’ve always wanted to learn how to roll my own sushi, and being in Portland – a city of the aquatic variety – last night was my chance.  My friend and co-worker Molly took me to a place called Hipcooks, where we spent three hours learning the…

What a place, huh? Last night, I zig-zagged the downtown streets on foot, taking in the sights and sounds of Stumptown.  Seattle may be my first love – but I have a warm, fuzzy fondness for her hippie kid sister. Eventually, I wandered into Powell’s Books (how could I not?), and spent way, way too…

My cavities are spreading like kudzu in Alabama – this we’ve discussed. Last week, I went back for round 2 with the dentist – a dentist, I might mention, whose last name rhymes with “feral.”  Actually, that’s how you pronounce it, too – “feral.”  Spelled a bit differently, but enough to put me on edge,…

In junior high youth group, we would occasionally sit in an awkward circle where each person was supposed to take a turn praying out loud.  When it was your turn, if you didn’t want to pray, you would squeeze the hand of the person sitting next to you. Skip, please. Well, that’s what Friday just…

Micah: Auntie Oonis, I know that you want to get married and have kids someday. Annie: Who told you that? Micah: Grandma. Annie: Oh.  Well, she’s right. Micah: Why aren’t you married yet? [Because God is just busy building some lucky man’s character, bank account, and biceps.] Annie: I don’t know, buddy. Micah: Well, if…

I never thought the day would come, but here it is: I have officially outlived Kurt Cobain. Today is my 28th birthday.  I’ve waited ALL YEAR for August 4th, and it’s finally here.  Not to make a big deal out of it or anything, but… okay fine.  I am the birthday girl!  Yippee! I’m so…

Without first being angry, you cannot forgive. Without first being unsure, you cannot trust. Without first being afraid, you cannot be brave. If you find yourself in any of these less-than-desirable places today, you are really just on the verge of a beautiful opportunity. A chance to forgive.  A chance to trust.  A chance to…

Any weekend that includes both this and this – – is a good one. First of all, my blog friend Anastasia came to visit.  We had never met in real life before, but that didn’t stop her from driving 600 miles from Kansas City only to have me drag her out of bed at 4am…