(whispers) pssst. is this thing on?
it’s been a hot minute since i wrote anything on here. i haven’t felt the desire or the passion; i kept up with blogtember and most of 31 days before calling it quits on the blog entirely. the post that went up in november was actually scheduled at least three weeks in advance and i actually forgot it was a thing until i got an email with a comment notification. so.
i told bailey when i was in oklahoma* (oh, you didn’t know i was in oklahoma? we have a lot to catch up on, ok? [pun SO intended]) that i had wanted to quit the internet for a long time (which i’ve written about before).
she asked, “so will you?”
i said no but also that blogging has overwhelmed me for a while because of ALL THE THINGS that go along with it, and how i didn’t want to be That Person who’s always talking about how much they miss the “good old days” of blogging even though i feel exactly that way.
i think part of my struggle was trying to figure out how to blog in a way that was authentic and relatable, because i don’t feel like i’ve struggled with the authentic part of it but when your comment numbers go down you start to question if you’re struggling with the relatable part of it. blogging is not about comments and i have never been about comments, but i DO get excited about them because i love knowing 1. THAT a post resonated with you and 2. HOW that post resonated with you. anyway, we’re not here to relive my desperate and angsty nostalgia.
the title of this post is SUPER THE TRUE, for a myriad of reasons i will explain to you RIGHT THE NOW:
i’m about to tell you everything i did in the last ten days. remember when life happenings were basically all anybody ever wrote about? i used to write random posts about the shenanigans in my dorm room and procrastinating homework. this post will hopefully be approximately 17% more interesting than those.
this is going live when i finish writing it. i can’t remember the last time i didn’t schedule a post.
i’m putting off doing laundry, although in my defense i can’t find my laundry card and i’m not sure if my roommate put it somewhere that it typically doesn’t live. also in my defense today is not a LAUNDRY OR ELSE day. tomorrow is that day. 😂
what’s a cover image? to pin, you say? to pin where? i don’t – did you just say pinterest? i’m not pinterested in made-up words.
i realized at this point that basically the only thing i had to do to make this post a true throwback to 2010 was write in lowercase. so here we are. it’s been an age since i wrote without capitals! (for those of you who are newer, i used to write lowercase on my blog all the time.)
for those of you are unused to annie stream of consciousness, you may want to buckle your seat belt. for those of you who’ve been reading in a while, i’m glad you’re still here. you might also want to buckle up, because it’s been a while.
i can’t remember the last time i went to bed before midnight (add that to the list of reasons this is so 2010); it might have been last monday but if it was it wasn’t even helpful. the implication of this fact is the week has been a blast but it has also been exhausting.
the 12th was my first and last slow day in march. like i said, i was in oklahoma (in february) and after that i felt like i was pulling myself together to make it through the next week, if not the next two. when the weekends are booked, this makes it approximately 8000% harder for me to feel like a functioning human being. (hashtag introvert probz.) so i really appreciated a saturday off to do nothing but read, and by “nothing but read” i mean read, do a couple loads of laundry, and bake cookies for the jamaica fundraiser. our youth group goes every year; i went last year and kept the blog up, and for those of you who remember when it really was 2010 and my blog design changed every half a minute, i actually designed the jamaica blog and it’s probably the last time i will design anything because i’m over fighting cyberwars with html, because it’s NOT 2010, which means i am no longer the spry 19-year-old i used to be, which is why i do things like bake and laundry on a day that i did “nothing but read” and why i don’t do things like try to figure out html in my spare time. priorities, y’all.
the next day was sunday the 13th; i dropped off my cookies, went to see one of the senior girls in the youth group play in a volleyball tournament, came home for a spell, then went to see rend collective, who were performing at my church! you guys. it was my second time seeing them and they were just as amazing. if you don’t already listen to them, you must. if they’re performing somewhere near you, you have to go see them.
on monday, i went to work, followed by my company’s annual meeting. i came home and did my laundry for the weekend because it was my last free evening for the week.
tuesday after work i went to the school board meeting, because i work in the schools but not for them, so school closings affect my company and my job. the board voted to close five schools, three of which are being relocated to different buildings. y’all, i am not a crier, but i nearly burst into tears twice during this meeting because THEY ARE CLOSING MY HIGH SCHOOL.
it’s ALL THE SAD.
i got through my emotion and my nostalgia and now i’m just resigned to it. it’s the circle of life. this is not the first time today that i have referenced that phrase from the lion king. true story.
it’ll be open for another three years; the last graduating class will be of 2019. let’s hope we get another state football championship before then so we have something to celebrate amidst the impending closure.
the meeting took a whole two hours and forty-five minutes and by that i mean i only stayed for that long; they were still voting on school of choice when i left and then who knows what else went on. it was the longest day i’ve ever worked in my entire life, and that includes the day i voluntarily worked an open-to-close at forever 21 because i am slightly delusional when i start work before 830 in the morning, and sometimes even then.
wednesday after work i had small group (i co-lead the freshmen girls) and then church.
thursday i had plans with ameera but she had class unexpectedly so we cancelled. i came home, did more laundry, and created worship slides for the women’s retreat.
friday, work exploded. you know how you think you’re going to get through a list of tasks? it took me hours to get through one. i loved it, but it was crazy. i left work about mid-afternoon, ran errands, then took off for the maumee bay resort and conference center, which is where our church was holding the women’s retreat.
oHIo! (i’ve developed a really bad affinity for puns since i went to oklahoma. i’ve never punned this bad. or this good. 😂)
and y’all, the next time i go to the maumee bay i want it to be summer, because the bay is beautiful but the bay is also cold. a few friends and i walked along the lake on saturday afternoon and my ears hurt worse than they have ever hurt before, and this is from someone who was raised in michigan, survived three years in allendale and grand rapids (LAKE[R] EFFECT PLUS THE WINDY CITY OF MICHIGAN) followed by two years of the Frigid Terror (aka the polar vortex), and regularly goes out in the winter without a hat. also, i would not have said no to a pair of gloves at that time, or better yet, mittens, particularly as i feel very strongly about having fingers that don’t feel stiffer than driftwood.
the retreat was SO GOOD. my roommates were super encouraging and the sessions were so edifying. the session i resonated with least is actually the one i put into practice first. isn’t God funny? He KNEW i was going to need it.
after wandering along the bay shore, i drove to chick-fil-a for dinner on my way home.
y’all, michigan is still languishing from a lack of cfa and as much as i resist contributing to the economy of That State Down South, i had to have me a chicken sandwich. i got the grilled sandwich and it was delish.
also, i had to laugh at the realization that i have been to cfa a whole four times and each of those times has been in a different state. (in case you were wondering: tx, in, ok, oh.)
after chick-fil-a, i hopped on the highway northward to meet up with some friends from church for glow-in-the-dark putt-putt – yes, it’s a thing; no, i didn’t know until i was invited to go – and dinner. putt-putt was really fun.
dinner was also fun but among those things that seriously mitigate fun with friends is a tiny issue i like to call a seafood allergy. the restaurant we went to cooked everything in or on the same container and in the same oil, so i was only able to order a salad. i was totally fine with that, since i love chicken caesar salads (although because of the aforementioned issue, i had to leave off the chicken, which was fine).
so i order my salad; it came a lot later than i think i have ever had food come out of the kitchen; i start eating, and then i realize that my mouth is tingling in a fashion i have never before experienced. and THEN i realize the super minor detail that sometimes caesar dressing is made with anchovies. i consider this a flagrant violation of the eighth amendment, not just for myself or other people with seafood allergies, but for all Americans everywhere. nevertheless, it occasionally happens and i was having the increasing feeling it was happening AT THAT VERY MOMENT in my OWN MOUTH.
i asked the waitress, who ran back to the kitchen, and upon returning with the chef, confirmed that yes, in fact, there was anchovy paste in the caesar dressing.
which, i thought anchovies were a violation of the eighth amendment, but i think anchovy paste might be tantamount to war crimes. especially since said paste was slowly mobilizing troops for a war inside my stomach.
here’s the thing, y’all: allergies are the worst. i hate having to eat off an impaired menu. helpful waitstaff make ALL THE DIFFERENCE IN THE WORLD. the chef was all, “so what do we do?” and i was like, “i’m not sure, because i may not react, but i do know i’m not going to finish this,” and she was like, “what else can we get you? i don’t want you to leave hungry.” and so we decided on salad with apple cider vinaigrette.
i definitely had stomach pain later but thankfully it wasn’t too bad. i was half-anticipating the worst reaction i’ve ever had, because i’ve never actually ingested seafood, just things that were cooked in the same oil. enter: anchovy paste. i was already hospitalized in november for my allergy and i did NOT feel like a repeat. not necessarily because allergic reactions† but mostly because needles.* (like i said at the beginning, we have a lot to catch up on.)
sunday i got up early to play in the orchestra, then went to the young adults class to hear about their recent trip to italy, then drove up to my grandparents’ house for a st. patrick’s day celebration with my cousins. it was delightful. this is about half of our clan (we were missing the baby boomers, my brother, one of my cousin’s wives and their son, and everyone in the h/g branch of the family):
sunday evening i spent at home purging ALL THE SOCIAL MEDIA. i haven’t done a very good job of curating my following and friends lists so the content i see is uplifting and edifying. i had had it for a while, especially with twitter, but i hate the idea of unfollowing somebody who is following me. enter lara casey week before last; her newsletter had a mini-guide to clearing out clutter and part of that was digital clutter. that was the permission i had apparently been waiting for to curate my feeds meticulously. life is short; feel free to unfollow. i might put that on a t-shirt.
yesterday after work i went to the library AND I FOUND THIS:
for anybody who has ever wondered anything about the michigan-ohio state rivalry and why it is the biggest conflict since maybe cain and abel, it boils down to toledo. the michigan territory and the state of ohio nearly went to war over the toledo strip in the early 1800s. the ohioans thought the michiganders were super mean (we’re not), and so they called michiganders a pack of wolverines. this is where the university of michigan got its mascot name.
michigan lost the toledo strip, but as consolation, acquired the upper peninsula. and that’s superior to toledo any day of the week, not only geographically, but also ideologically.^ and yes, that’s even despite the fact that toledo has cfa and the UP does not.
then i met with my mentor at a cute little coffee shop by the mall i used to work at. y’all, it is the actual best, largely because they sell hard-boiled eggs. i could eat hard-boiled eggs for all the meals. i don’t, but i could.
my mentor and i are currently working through barbara hughes’s disciplines of a godly woman. it’s so good. i definitely recommend it.
today after work i met a friend for dinner. no anchovies were invited and none appeared. it’s always a good day when that happens.
the rest of this week is crazy but friday is good friday and that is GOOD. i’m looking forward to a break from the crazy but i am also really excited for easter.
and you, friend? what have you been up to the last six years? (or six days. the difference is immaterial.)
ps. i am about to go back and add pictures to this post so it feels more like a scrapbook and less like a crazed monologue, but i am not about to edit them because 2010, obvs. although admittedly some of them are already edited in anticipation of instagram.
* things we need to catch up on.
† because i’ve never actually ingested seafood, i’ve never actually experienced anaphylaxis. if i had, this would not be true. again, we have a lot to catch up on.
^ i say ideologically because there are separatists in the upper peninsula who would like to form a state called superior.