5 things I remembered this week

Multiple new folks have landed on my blog over the past couple of months and I figured it was time for an update to bring everyone up to speed on who this Ann person is.  This post is mostly about my transparent qualities that some find … how shall I say… disturbing.  But honestly my transparency is one of the things that helps me connect so deeply to others.

So here are 5 things that I remembered about myself this week:

  1. My husband can make me laugh harder than anyone else on the planet.  To the point that I snort when I laugh.  Which makes him laugh harder, and that makes me laugh harder — and we pretty much take on the characteristics of two middle school boys who laugh at completely inappropriate things, in totally inappropriate locations.
  2. I would rather put together a gas grill than cook dinner.  I can rock a drill — actually “our” drill is only “ours” because he married me.  That whole common property thing keeps me from really being able to claim it as “mine” anymore.
  3. I can’t handle the sensation of having something stuck between my teeth.  And I WILL stop to buy dental floss should such an issue arise.  And I will use it in my car until the issue is resolved.
  4. There is something very therapeutic about emptying a filled vacuum canister.  I have a great sense of accomplishment from removing a ginormous about of disgusting things from our carpet/floors/blinds … and anything else I happen to vacuum while I’m at it….. lights, fans, my shirt, chairs, the dust on the entertainment center, and … for the sake of full transparency… lampshades.
  5. I thrive in a clean environment – I don’t have OCD but I absolutely have OCD tendencies.  However, I seem to be one of the main reasons why we have stacks of random things in the kitchen.  I’m sure there’s a need for therapy in there somewhere, but whatever.  (Putting my shoes away right after I post this to appease my husband)

So there you have it.  There’s a little bit of the disturbance in the force of my mind.  So tell me something about you!  Tell me one thing you remembered about YOURSELF this week!


an unexpected journey

Three different experts.
Three different ideas.
One prayerful heart.
I just had the last of my three 1-on-1 appointments at the She Speaks conference. The first was with an agent and the last two were with editors from well known publishing companies. All three women were excited about this book topic and provided three incredibly different pieces of advice.
Getting three different pieces of advice was fabulous but led me to an unexpected journey. I have a million ideas in my head and so many possible routes to take from here that I can feel this will take prayer and wise counsel to determine the next steps.
No book contracts were in the cards for me, but I really didn’t expect one considering I am brand new to this.  In one way I got exactly what I hoped for, which was guidance. But the strong thirst for God’s wisdom about which path I should take next, is compelling and unbelievably humbling.
I know this much – you can expect many more blog posts as I explore this writing/author/speaking journey!
“Our God is so big, so strong and so mighty. There’s nothing our God cannot do.” <– song lyrics from a KidMin song that I love!


Ok – people have asked …

Why is your nickname Moose?

So here is the story …


Back in the day, I used to watch Captain Kangaroo all. the. time.  And my favorite part was when Mister Moose made all of the ping pong balls fall on the Captain.  Somehow in the mix, my dad started calling me Annie Moose.  Later it was just shortened to Moose.  My mom used to call the chocolate ring around my mouth … you guessed it, ring-around-the-moose.

Now it has completely gotten out of hand and my nieces and my nephew call me Aunt Moose.  My son is called Mini Moose, and I even named my business The Crafty Moose.

So there you have it … I’m just a moosie mess!
(and I secretly love it — well, I suppose it isn’t a secret anymore!)

mr. potato head is in my book

I am editing some of my manuscript today and this section made me giggle… and also reminded me that my husband is amazing and I am incredibly blessed to have him by my side:

There are a million and 7 books out there about how to relate to the opposite sex, and communication is typically a pretty popular topic within those books.  I know this sounds as silly as bringing a Mr. Potato Head to your next work meeting, but maybe you should tell your husband/friend/brother that when he says, “put your big girl panties on,” it pretty much fills you with a roller coaster ride (of the throw-up variety) of emotion, none of which are love, and gratitude.  Communicate with him, dear child!

a giant step

It’s finally time to let the cat out of the bag; I am taking a giant step.



Ok maybe not THAT giant of a step!  I am stepping out in faith into what feels like outer space because I know nothing about how this other world functions.

I’m writing a book.

In the very early months of 2013 I was finally diagnosed with fibromyalgia after struggling through (almost) a year of bizarre symptoms and illnesses.  Along the way, people began to say to me, “you should really write a book.”  The crazy (and cool) piece of the jigsaw puzzle was that I could sense God whispering that same initiative to me over and over again.  And so it began.  I have since stepped into a world of which I know very little, but I’m learning!

I have a family blog at www.mooseantics.blogspot.com so if you would like to read older posts, you can find me there.  Instead of moving over a vast multitude of writing to this new site, I decided to just start over.  Already I have learned so much about the book writing and publishing process and I am eager to drink from this fire hydrant of information on the corner of Publisher Boulevard and You’re Crazy Parkway.  You can follow my journey here, and please … feel free to leave me silly and fun comments along the way.  I love humor.  I think I’m hilarious, but my husband refuses to admit to my hilarity.  I think he is fearful that if he admits just how funny I am, his own comedic one-liners will suffer.  It’s cool.  I get it.

Here we go — where?  I dunno.  But I have my moon boots on and I’m ready for the journey.