Lost
“It only ends once – everything before that is just progress.”
Dear Lost, In the 36 hours since Sunday night, the internets have been abuzz with talk of you. Did you end the right way? Were people’s minds sufficiently blown? How accurate were our theories? Was the conclusion good enough? Mainly: are we satisfied? Lost, you were my favorite show I’ve ever watched, and gave me…
Things you are surely dying to know
And a good Monday morning to you. Yes, YOU. Thanks for being here! How are you today? After Friday’s post of sunshine and daisies and love, I spent the weekend in the same blissful state. I took long walks, had some good talks with friends, and bought a new pair of shoes that Karmen says…
Are you there, blog? It’s me, Annie.
Don’t worry, I’m still here. Not only am I HERE, but I am not depressed, despondent, or dead, either. On the contrary, I am very much alive! Thanks for being concerned, though, ye who have reached out. I guess I’m just taking my time living life these days. I have a new favorite song: “See…
Y’all come back now… again… tomorrow… maybe.
Guys, I am very sorry to report that the special surprise will not be happening today. Due to circumstances out of my control, it is not ready to be unveiled JUST yet. But probably tomorrow. Probably. Dang. Who wants to unveil a surprise on the weekend, when everyone is not at their computer all day…
Y’all come back now, you hear?
Be sure to check back later today for a very special surprise. I’m serious. But before your mind goes all haywire, know that the surprise is none of the following: 1) An engagement ring. 2) An ultrasound photo. 3) Anything related to “Lost.” I haven’t watched yet. DONOTTELLMEANYTHING!!!!! In the meantime, to sustain your minds…
In anticipation of tonight’s episode…
There have been times in my life when I have thought, “I wish I could get stuck on a desert island.” Don’t get me wrong – only for a month or two, and always with the assurance that a yacht would come pick me up on a certain day. I could have time and space…
Live together, die alone
There is a humongous benefit to living in the Central Time Zone. People in Seattle have more than 3 hours to go. For me, “Lost” is starting in 20 minutes. I AM FREAKING OUT. In fact, I haven’t been able to blog today because I just haven’t known what to say. I have no words…
Island anticipation
On Facebook, there are six random friends that are displayed on one’s profile at any given time. Each time I refresh my page, six new faces appear. Without fail, every time I see these six faces, I imagine that I’m stuck on a desert island with them, and wonder how awkward or awesome that combination…
Climb every mountain
With the recent purchase of both new hiking boots AND new running shoes, I woke up this morning not sure which pair I should break in today. But then I remembered my CamelBak that was also waiting to be inaugurated, and since I love that oh-so-satisfactory click it makes when the mouthpiece magnetically sticks to…