It’s 9:18am. I’m running out to door to eat breakfast and head to the game. I knew this weekend would be tough, but I’m not scared. No clue when blogging will occur for serious. Just so you know. Hopefully tonight. Did I mention the concert last night was AMAZING? Because it was. Videos and pictures
Here is his CaringBridge Website. http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/evansmith Just got home from Phil Wickham and David Crowder concert. Of course, I made a fool of myself, Marie Claire. I’ll catch you all up in the morning.
NaBloPoMo said, “You got the guts, Downs, to figure out how to blog this weekend? Will you take the challenge?” You know my answer. Because it’s now 4:58pm. I have to pack for a weekend of traveling and get dressed for THE concert. You know to whom I refer. I’m supposed to leave this house
This is Evan. He’s just another kid to you. And I get that. It’s funny, you know, how someone can be important to me and foreign to you. Weird internet world. Evan belongs to some of my great friends in Athens, Nolia and Brian. I actually remember the day Evan was born. Not too hard-
Have you ever stuck your khakis in the dryer to get the wrinkles out? After about 8 minutes, have you opened the dryer to an overwhelming smell of peppermint? Have you ever realized too late that you left peppermint chap stick in your khaki pocket when de-wrinkling? Have you ever ruined your khakis in 8
I have an addiction. It’s about time I fessed up. I’m addicted to books. Well, reading in general. I have two books in my classroom that my students will not touch because I tell the same story every year- of how the wrinkles and bumps in the book are from repeated drops in the bathtub.
Sometimes I go in to culture shock. Right here in America. Right here in Atlanta. I know that people around the world talk about how rich Americans are and how much we have. And call me rude, but sometimes I want to say “blah blah blah”. [Yeah, that is a bit rude, but hang with
I’m having a hard time blogging today. I’ve got a list about 15 items long to blog about, so it’s not that I’m short a topic, it’s just that I have other things I want to say. I’ve written two separate blogs and deleted them completely. I feel like everything that is coming out right
I know, two blog posts in one day. Ridiculous. But I just had to officially recommend these two blogs: Shireen. Beautiful and wonderful college friend. Married to old school friend Micah. Cute baby.Read it here. Ann. The photographer in my world that I like the most. Life long friend. Radiates kindness. Artistic. Married to Brent.
Hey laaa-dieees! Here we are , ready to rock the night away in our seats. Listen, not a one of us is 18 years old . It is the opposite of appealing to stand in a sardine-like state for 3 hours and try to enjoy the music. No sir-ee. We would rather just take our