Category: Ze Bloggy Goodness

Sean The Bachelor: Real Talk.

This post shall include spoilers for anyone who gives a rip about the world of The Bachelor. You’ve been warned. Let’s get serious about Sean the Bachelor. [In the following blog post, I’m going to say things like “he is s0-and-so” and I want you to know that I do not actually currently know Sean,

Downton Abbey.

No. You. Didn’t. I’m not going to spoil it, I’m just going to say No sir, Julian Fellowes, NO SIR. My only consolation today comes thanks to Nester. She always knows how to deal with my heartaches. Y’all have a great Monday. And don’t be that guy who writes spoilers in the comments. You can

It’s all in a [twitter] name.

Well, I’ve been meaning to tell y’all this story. When I dove into the twitter world and became @AnnieBlogs in 2007, I did that because I thought it would be smart to not have my last name on the internet. I thought it would be wise to keep my real life a bit private. In

Linky-dinky-doozle.

The words I make up out loud are second only to the ones I constantly use in my head. You’re welcome. I’ve been stockpiling some links to share with you, like a Hobbit with his satchel. [Literally, I do NOT know where that analogy came from or if it even works because does a Hobbit have

Football: The Sport That Breaks My Heart

First, I need to remind you of something. I love football. It’s my favorite sport to watch. And if you corner me about it, yes, I used to wish I was a boy so I could play football. I would have been good. [But I’m glad I’m a girl. God knew what He was doing.]

Sean. The Bach. Let’s chat.

I love crazy. You’ve got to love crazy if you love The Bachelor. And no Sean, I will not accept that rose. [Unless you mean it then duh I totally will and you can whisk me away to Texas and we can live forever and ever amen.] Ahem. Let’s say this first: Emily blew it

Well, that’s pinteresting.

I think I may be doing Pinterest wrong. You tell me if so. I know there are some profesh Pinteresters out there who are making lots of money and getting lots of repins and what have you. I don’t know how to do any of that. And I don’t want to. I just like to

How To Deal With Molded Ornaments.

I hope this never happens to you. Those are my ornaments. That I have been collecting for all the years of my life. And they are molded. So this is them, still in their disgustingly molded container. I’m going to tell you what happened quickly so we can move on with our lives: My plastic