Annie C. Nelson


Engagement

April 1, 2016

Chris and IThe Ring!Our Surprise! Yesterday, I experienced one of the greatest and most significant moments of my life thus far. My wonderful and loving Chris got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. It was the most perfect end to our Florida vacation. Not only did I get to go to Universal Studios and the beach, but I also got a beautiful diamond ring and a promise of forever love. I was extremely surprised and happy and blessed.

After Chris proposed (on the beach!), we headed back to his mom's house. Her and her boyfriend had champagne, chocolates, and strawberries waiting for us. It was extremely thoughtful and delicious! Luckily they showed up a few minutes later to help us open the fancy champagne. Let the celebrations begin!

I cannot wait to marry Chris next summer! Let's plan a wedding!

Love always,

Annie

I Don't Know About You, But I'm Feeling 22

March 10, 2016

Today I turned 22. It's a weird age, in my opinion. When you're a kid, you wait until you're 10, because you're finally in the double digits. Then you wait until 13, when you're finally a teenager. After that you wait a couple of years until 15 when you can get your permit. Then it's only a year until 16 and getting your license. Then it's 18 and high school graduation, moving out, and starting college. Then it's 3 long years until 21 and the ability to drink at a bar in the U.S....and then what?

It seems like there aren't any more ages to look forward to. 26 and lower car insurance? 35 and gray hair? 45 and wrinkles? 55 and the senior discount at Denny's? 65 and retirement? All of those will be great in time, but there aren't anymore exciting landmark years left for me.

That being said, my birthday this year was kind of bittersweet. 22 isn't really a milestone birthday, but it was the first year I kind of realized that there isn't anything more to look forward to with age. Now, I do understand that there is still marriage, having kids, having grandkids, etc. to look forward to, but nothing that is really associated with a specific age.

It's sad, scary, and exciting to be getting older. Despite the end to the good landmarks, here's to being 22 and for all of the new adventures ahead!

Annie

18 Months Ago

February 14, 2016

Chris and I Today I have been dating Chris for 18 months. And it has been 18 months of love, support, and adventure. It also happens that today is Valentine's Day, which is pretty cool. Today is special for another reason because it is the second Valentine's Day on which I've had a Valentine (actually my third, but I'm not counting my first one because yeah). I love spending Valenine's Day with Chris because he makes me feel loved and he actually does fun stuff with me. This year we went to see Deadpool, which was awesome. I love being able to do things that I want to do and not things that guys expect me to do.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love getting dressed up and going out to dinner, and I love RomComs as much as the next girl, but sometimes I just want to put on a pair of jeans, order a drink, and watch a gory action movie. I really loved Deadpool because it was a gory action movie, but it also had a love plot (just like every other superhero movie). I also really liked the tactics that were used to market the movie. Everything about it was great.

Valentine's Day was awesome and I really enjoyed spending the day with Chris. Here's to many more Valentine's Days in the future!

xo Annie

Sweet Potato Biscuits

November 26, 2015

Alright. It's Thanksgiving, the greatest holiday of all time. All you have to do today is make a bunch of food while watching a three hour parade on TV and the eat the food and be really thankful for how awesome being alive and with family and friends is. It rocks. As a lover of Thanksgiving, I am going to share with you all the best thing you could possibly make for any and all of the Thanksgiving celebrations you are going to. Here it is, kids:

Mom's Best Sweet Potato Biscuits

2 cups cooked, mashed sweet potatoes
1/2 cup butter, melted
1 to 1 1/4 cups milk
4 cups self rising flour
1/8 tsp. baking soda
3 tbs. sugar
Stir sweet potatoes, butter, and 1 cup of milk until well blended. Add flour, baking soda, and sugar, stirring just until the dry ingredients are moistened. Add remaining 1/4 cup of milk to moisten dough if needed. Turn dough out onto a lightly floured surface and knead 8 to 10 times. Pat or roll until the dough is 3/4 inch in thickness. Cut with a 2 inch round biscuit cutter (or a greased glass if you can't find a biscuit cutter anywhere). Lightly grease baking sheet. Bake at 400°F for 15 minutes or until golden brown.

Hope you all have a blessed Thanksgiving.

27

October 21, 2015

Today is the day that by gorgeous and loving boyfriend turns 27. Wow. It's not weird but weird at the same time that he's the same age as Joe, my oldest brother. I always though age gaps between couples were weird and gross. Sometimes it still freaks me out that Chris is five-and-a-half years older than I am. Most of the time it doesn't, because we get along so well and because I am so in love with him. It's just those moments when we think about the fact that I was in seventh grade when he graduated high school that weird us out a little bit.

Anyways, Chris turns 27 today and I am so excited to finally be in the same place as him on his birthday (for those of you who don't know, we dated very long distance until we closed the gap in July and I moved to Georgia). Today has been a day of celebrating Chris with Chris and sharing red velvet birthday cake and big smiles over a growing number of candles. It was great and I can't wait for the many more to come!

Annie

14 Years Ago

September 11, 2015

Below are some words that my wonderful and talented mother wrote last year:

On September 11, 2001, we were living in northern Virginia. Todd was stationed at the Pentagon, but praise God he was on assignment to Florida that fateful day. On the morning of September 11, I was in a ladies' Bible study class with mostly other military wives. I don't think this was a coincidence. I believe God put us together to help support each other as the news started coming in.

I remember the disbelief, the horror, and the fear as we learned of the events unfolding that morning. I remember ladies crying as they tried to call their spouses at the Pentagon and the lines were jammed. I remember getting home and having messages on the answering machine asking if we were okay. I remember Todd's dad and mom sobbing on the phone when I called to tell them he was safe. I remember just needing to be held, wanting so badly for Todd to be home so we could hold each other close. I remember the kids getting home from school and hugging them, knowing I needed to tell them something but not knowing what or how. I remember Todd having to rent a car and drive home from Florida because planes were grounded. I remember he went back to work at the Pentagon when it still smelled of smoke from the smouldering wreckage of the plane. I remember the numb horror of the images and stories that are unfathomable, and, God willing, I will never forget.

God bless America today and always.

That was one of the most confusing and hectic days of my life. I was in second grade at the time and remember my teacher being pulled out of class and given the news. She came in crying (her husband worked at the Pentagon), but couldn't tell my class anything because so many of our parents worked at the Pentagon. I knew something was wrong, but didn't know what was wrong. Classmates were being called to the office to leave school early, and I was one of the last ones who stayed until the busses came. When my brother and I got home, my mom was crying and hugged us both. I walked into the living room to see the news broadcast of the planes hitting the twin towers and the wreckage of the Pentagon. I didn't really understand that my dad wasn't at the Pentagon, because I knew that that was dad's job, and dad was at work.

I thank God as often as I can that my dad was not at the Pentagon that day 14 years ago. I thank God for the lives of all of my classmates' parents, who are alive today. I thank God for the firemen, EMTs, and policemen who sacrificed their time (and some their lives) to help save people from the wreckage. I thank God that I live in a free country where neighbors help neighbors. God Bless America.

What I Want To Be When I Grow Up

August 11, 2015

I’m sure there has been a time in almost every child’s life where an adult has asked them what he or she would like to be once they grow up. Usually, there are a variety of answers including firefighter, football player, ballerina, veterinarian, doctor, etc. There were several times when I told my mom that I wanted to be a boy with green hair when I grew up (I attribute this to having three brothers and and odd love for the color green). As a (legal) adult, I still hear this question all the time.

Since graduating college, I’ve been applying for a lot of jobs and thinking a lot about my future and what I want to do and who I want to be. When the subject comes up, I can’t help but think of this quote:

“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”
I really don’t know exactly what I want to be when I grow up. I think this is kind of scary considering I just graduated college. All I know for now is that I want to be happy.

When I moved after my graduation, I started attending a different kind of church. I grew up going to Catholic services, which I still attend from time to time. However, my boyfriend is the worship leader for a local church, so I began attending that church. Last weekend, the pastor had a fantastic message that really helped me deal with not being able to find a job. He made two very good points:

1. The first point he made was about reaching a goal or destination in life. He compared this to reaching for a bottle of shampoo while in the shower by standing on the shower bench and reaching over the top. He said that while this might be the right goal, this is the wrong way to go about reaching it. There is a different way to reach the goal (bottle of shampoo). By opening the door (figuratively and literally), the goal (shampoo) can be reached. The moral of this story is that even if you can’t reach a goal one way, God might open another door so that you can reach the goal another way.
2. The second point that the pastor made was regarding being blessed. He said that being blessed comes from the inside, not the outside. Just because you don’t have nice possessions or a great job doesn’t mean God isn’t blessing you. God is good. God is in control, regardless of your situation. God blesses you with His joy. He makes deposits of joy into your heart. Our job is to share the joy, not to give it away. It is important to guard your heart so that others don’t take your joy from you. Now, how do these points apply to what I want to be when I grow up? Well, first of all, I want to be happy in all aspects of my life (social, family, financial, work), regardless of what I am doing. Second, I will remember that there are generally multiple paths to get to the same end solution. Just because one way isn’t working, doesn’t mean that the goal isn’t possible. Finally, I will remember the joy that is in my heart, and I will guard it.

Be happy, find another way, and guard your joy.

Rock on,

Annie

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs

July 29, 2015

Leroy Jethro Gibbs I started watching NCIS when I was in 9th grade. Before that, I had seen Freaky Friday. For those of you who don’t know, Mark Harmon is in Freaky Friday and plays Lindsay Lohan’s dad. Mark Harmon is a pretty cool dude and adds some pretty raw humor to his characters. Recently, NCIS has made an appearance on Netflix, which means I have been able to watch all episodes in order (I’m currently on season 7).

This screenshot was taken of one of the last episodes of season 6, and it made me extremely happy. I went to college in Moorhead, Minnesota, you see, and this picture shows one of my favorite TV characters of all time (Gibbs) wearing a Moorhead Police Department sweatshirt. Though there is more that one Moorhead in existence, I can only hope that his sweatshirt is referring to the one in Minnesota (the most famous one, duh). Thank you Gibbs, you keep being you, and I hope to see your Moorhead Police Dept. sweatshirt in a future episode.