So last Friday night our little family went to our first high school football game of the year. The game didn’t exactly go the way we wanted it to in terms of the score, but it was big fun considering that I talked my head off throughout the game and also managed to work in more than my fair share of hollering. It is impossible – IM.POSS.I.BLE. – for me to watch a football game without participating (aye, and loudly) and sometimes even thinking about what play I’d call if I were the coach. Now granted, I don’t really know any *official* plays, but I’ve seen enough Friday Night Lights to know how to say “Rover Down 45 on 2” and then wait for the tight end to catch a pass in the end zone.

And just to be clear, most of the “plays” that I “call” in my head don’t really use code names. They’re more along the lines of “I think the next thing I’d do is get #34 to run to the left.” So clearly I’m an offensive genius in the making.

It really was fun to see football live and in person again, but I’ll tell you what was not fun and that was my hair. The humidity was approximately 146% (totally possible), and I looked like a cross between Roseanne Roseannadanna and Joan Cusack in Sixteen Candles.

Seriously. It was terrible. By the end of the night my hair had its own ZIP code and was in the process of staging a coup against the state of Alabama. IT MEANT BUSINESS.

Saturday morning the little guy and I road tripped to Starkville so we could see our Bulldogs play in their season opener. I was feeling optimistic that the day wouldn’t be too hot since it was cloudy and overcast and whathaveyou, but I am here to tell you that after we parked our car and started walking across campus, it became crystal clear to me (and I even mentioned it on the Twitter) that the temperature was somewhere between very hot and NOW I WILL BURST INTO FLAMES. Sweet mercy it was brutal. My hair didn’t frizz quite as badly as it did Friday night, but I was so hot that my cowlicks were completely out of control. It looked like I’d gotten hold of a roller brush and tried to create wings in random places all over my head, and by game time I’d given up the pretense and just pulled back the top of my hair in a clip.

No kidding. It’s a new low when you walk into a football game sporting a hairdo that makes it look like you’re getting ready to wash your face.

And listen. If I’d had one of those terry cloth headbands in my possession, I would’ve written GO DOGS across it in a Sharpie and slapped that sucker in my hair in a heartbeat. No hesitation whatsoever. Because the most important objective in my whole life this past Saturday night was to tame the cowlicks into submission by any means necessary. Plastic clip, terry cloth headband, 52 ponytail holders, WHATEVER. Pride in my appearance wasn’t even a blip on my haircare radar. I just needed for my hair to SIMMER DOWN, POR FAVOR.

The clip managed to get my hair and me through the night, and we had a great time at the game. The ‘Dogs won 56-9, so it was a fine start to the season. After the game we went over to my friend Daph’s mama’s house (got that?) and spent the night since it was way too late to make the trek back to the ‘Ham. Daph and her boys were staying there, too, so we loved being there and laughed a bunch and felt sad about leaving everybody the next morning.

Oh, I do love a road trip that involves seeing old friends. And football, of course.

But it wouldn’t hurt my feelings if that humidity would dial it down to about 94%. That would be REFRESHING, in fact.

All in all, though, it was a delightful weekend.

Happy Football Season, everybody.

Go ‘Dogs.

First thing.

As a general rule, it takes me a little while to feel like I can really be myself around people. I don’t think it’s because I’m cynical or distrusting; I think it has more to do with my inner introvert, the part of me that wants to run and hide when I’m in any sort of unfamiliar social situation. My inner introvert makes things like big gatherings with people I don’t know very well a real kick and a half, mainly because no matter how much I try to commit to embracing my surroundings, at some point that inner introvert sneaks up behind me, taps my shoulder, and oh-so-cautiously whispers, Hey. You know what would be more fun than all of this small talk? A “FLIPPING OUT” MARATHON ON BRAVO.

About five years ago I was at a bloggy meet-and-greet at a conference in Charlotte, and one of the first people I met that day was Annie Downs. I loved her instantly, and for whatever reason I knew from the get-go that if I felt tempted to leave the festivities and watch a Flipping Out marathon, I should totally take her with me. We ended up staying at the meet and greet and then talking for the better part of two days. I’m so grateful that my extrovert told my introvert to HUSH IT that day.

Annie moved to Nashville not too long after we first met in Charlotte, and I can honestly say that watching her chase her dream of being a published author – and seeing God at work in the middle of that – has been nothing short of inspiring. This past New Year’s we met for breakfast when I was in Nashville with my family, and just hearing about what the Lord was doing in Annie’s life made me teary-eyed. She had recently signed with Zondervan, and her perspective – as well as her obedience – encouraged me like crazy.

Annie’s book, Perfectly Unique: Praising God from Head to Foot, releases today, and it is an incredible resource for teenage girls who are trying to figure out what it means to serve God with every part of their being. I’m so thrilled for Annie, and I’m just as thrilled for the girls who are going to read her book. Annie has the unique ability to communicate with teenage girls in a way that’s utterly relatable and engaging, and her transparency in doing that is contagious.

Yay, Annie!

Second thing.

I could try to find some flowery way to say it, but the bottom line is that Angie Smith is pretty much one of my favorite people on earth. She is deeply – DEEPLY – hilarious, and she writes so beautifully that sometimes I re-read her sentences three or four times just because they’re so stinkin’ purty. More than anything, I admire Angie so much for the way she pours into her family, for the way she cares for her community, for the way she serves with genuine humility in the places and spaces where God has called her.

She is the real dadgum deal.

Angie’s third book released this past Saturday, and it’s called Mended: Pieces of a Life Made Whole. If you’ve been reading Angie’s blog for awhile, you’ll recognize the broken pitcher on the cover – and once you open that cover, you’ll find stories that remind you that “there is no one God can’t use and no one whose brokenness is too broken for God.” I think there are probably lots of us who can relate to the words that follow: “We know this is true for our friends when we want to encourage them. Yet, when it comes to the places of our innermost sense of shame and regret, we often wonder if it is really true that God can work all things together for good for those who love Him.”

Yay, Angie!

Finally.

Just a couple of weeks ago someone told me about how sweet Emily Freeman‘s last book, Grace for the Good Girl, had impacted her heart and her life. Emily’s humility and her gentleness shine through in everything she writes, and that’s precisely why I enjoy reading her words so much. She’s calm and thoughtful and present and discerning, and sometimes I’m tempted to stockpile her blog posts and save them for a day when I’m stressed out and need some perspective.

I’m so happy that Emily has written a new book, Graceful: Letting Go of Your Try-Hard Life, that’s especially for young women. Specifically, it’s written to help young women know what it takes “to be free on the inside, no matter what’s going on outside. Through an honest look at the roles girls play, [Emily] helps them learn to stop trying and start trusting that the Jesus who came to save them also comes to live with them, right here and now.”

Yay, Emily!

So that’s the big news around here: three sweet friends and three great books on a mighty fine Tuesday. I’ll be back tomorrow with tales of Bulldogs and humidity and how my hair applied for statehood status as the result of the humidity.

It was a very special time.

See y’all tomorrow!

Now I am well aware that there may not be very many of us who participate in Ye Olde DipTacular this year, primarily because I gave y’all approximately, oh, four minutes to get recipes together. But I decided that I’d go ahead and put up the post and link because the truth of the matter is that any new dip recipe has the potential to bring sunshine and joy into our lives. And if we happen to find five or maybe even ten new recipes, then that is just gravy. Or an extra cup of grated cheese goodness, as it were.

My favorite new-to-me dip is one that I mentioned here recently. It’s called Swiss Almond Dip, and it’s about sixteen kinds of delicious.

Swiss Almond Dip
from my next door neighbor

1 (8 ounce) package cream cheese, softened
1/3 cup mayonnaise
3 green onions, chopped
1 pinch ground black pepper
1 pinch ground nutmeg
8 ounces shredded Swiss cheese
1/4 cup sliced almonds

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a food processor, combine the cream cheese, mayonnaise, Swiss cheese, pepper, and the extremely optional nutmeg. Gently stir in chopped green onions. Transfer to small ovenproof glass dish. Sprinkle 1/2 of the almonds on top. Bake for 7 minutes. Stir, and bake for an additional 8 minutes. Sprinkle remaining almonds on top, and serve.

Blue Cheese Avocado Dip
from Come On In

2 tablespoons chopped onion
2 avocados, peeled and pitted
1 1/2 teaspoons fresh lemon juice
1 1/2 cups sour cream
1/2 cup blue cheese, crumbled
salt and pepper to taste

Combine onion, avocados, and lemon juice in food processor. Blend with sour cream, cheese, salt, and pepper. Chill 1 hour. Season to taste and serve with tortilla chips or crackers.

There are also a couple of dip recipes that I cannot wait to try. I found them on Pinterest, and they look absolutely delicious.

Jalapeno Popper Dip

Caprese Pizza Dip

All righty, dip fans. Add a link to a blog post with your recipes (please link to the specific post, not just to your general URL). Can’t wait to see (and try) your recipes!

…in a little impromptu DipTacular tomorrow?

It’s spur of the moment, I know, but that’s sort of the way my week has gone. I’m still trying to get back in the swing of balancing my work schedule with the little guy’s school schedule with a cooking-some-food-for-my-people schedule with an I-have-some-writing-to-do schedule with a visiting with my husband schedule with a Real Housewives of New York schedule.

I hope to have this tricky balance perfected by some time in early 2016.

ANYWAY, I would love some new dip recipes for football season, so if there are 20 or 25 of y’all who would like to pool recipe ideas, I’m all for it. I’ll put up a post in the morning with a Mr. Linky-thingie so that everybody can leave links to their own posts that chronicle all sorts of dip-related wonderfulness.

And if nobody’s interested, that is fine. I’ll just go buy several blocks of cream cheese and stir them up with some mozzarella and then cook it until it’s golden and bubbly.

Naturally I’ll serve it with some stone ground whole wheat flax crackers. Or maybe I’ll just eat it with a spoon.

Let me know if you’re interested in participating!

1. I am officially obsessed with Isaac in all its forms (tropical storm, hurricane, whatever). I refresh the tracking graphic on weather.com about forty times a day, apparently because I MUST KNOW WHERE IT IS AT ALL TIMES.

2. If you watched The Weather Channel at all yesterday, you may have noticed that they mentioned the possibility that Isaac could hit “a land mass between Mobile and New Orleans.” Um, THAT WOULD BE MISSISSIPPI. And oh, the folks from my home state leapt into action with funny – but pointed – responses.

My favorite is a morph from this Mississippi State banner:

into this:

3. I’m still trying to eat healthier, and for the most part it’s going just fine. But tonight, for whatever reason, I really want strawberry cake. And I don’t just want a piece of cake. I want the whole cake. And also a fork.

I’m about to eat some grapes instead. I’m sure they will HIT THE SPOT.

4. Last week my book publisher sent me a rough draft of the book description that will eventually show up on Amazon. All I had to do was proof the thing and make any changes that I wanted. But I’ll have you know that seeing the book description left me completely stumped. It was less than 200 words, but I couldn’t figure out if I should change it, how I should change it – NOTHING.

By Saturday I’d decided that maybe it should just say, “Please buy this book. Or not. I don’t want to impose.”

I think it’s safe to say that I don’t really have a knack for marketing.

5. This afternoon I listened to Nichole Nordeman’s This Mystery CD. It’s every bit as good now as it was twelve years ago.

6. I have an unnatural level of excitement about Nashville, the new ABC show that starts this fall. Tami Taylor is back, y’all.

Well, kind of.

7. Be safe, Gulf Coast people. You are in our prayers.

– If you’ve heard that Mo Isom, the goalie for LSU’s women’s soccer team (and last year’s LSU Homecoming Queen), wants to be a kicker on the Tigers’ football team, you may have wondered why in the world she’d do such a thing. To be honest, I’ve wondered that, too. But then I read a Grantland article called “Let It Fly.” And oh my goodness. I am absolutely blown away by her courage. What a testimony.

– If you have ever lived in Alabama, you might need to order one of these dishtowels. Because they are adorable. (via)

– Sometimes I read something and then can’t get it out of my head. That’s precisely what happened with a post that Shaun wrote a couple of days ago. It’s stayed with me for sure.

– I love the trend of colored jeans, but I do not love the trend of super skinny jeans (they look darlin’ on other people, but as for me and my calves, we need ourselves a bootcut). Anyway, way back at the beginning of the summer, Melanie told me that Old Navy had some colored jeans with a flare, and I immediately ordered them. They are really comfortable, and I just saw that they’re on big-time sale. So here you go.

– As many of you probably know by now, Lysa TerKeurst has a new book out this week. It’s called Unglued: Making Wise Choices in the Midst of Raw Emotions. I’d love to be able to say that I rarely lose my cool and therefore can’t relate to Unglued at all, but that would be a big fat lie. So if you’re looking for better ways to deal with some of the stuff that you typically don’t like to deal with (in my case: anger), you might want to check out what Lysa has to say.

– Now. How about we add some levity to these bloggy proceedings?

I know. I KNOW. You’ve heard it here before. But I still have to listen to it at least once a day. It delights me.

Have a great weekend, everybody.