October, 2010

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Not-so-guilty / non-pleasures

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

Not-so-guilty pleasure
I’ve had my eye-rolling moments in the past, but I have to admit: Taylor Swift is getting better and better.  On her latest record, “Speak Now,” her songwriting has exploded, without forsaking the catchy hooks she’s so known for.  Judge if you want, but I can’t stop listening.

The only thing that I don’t understand is her dating life.  From the songs that she writes, roughly 50% of her time is spent kissing boys on the sidewalk in the rain.  The other 50% of her time is spent locking eyes with boys across the room at parties with twinkling lights.  Is this what my life should look like?


Guilty non-pleasure

Last weekend, I finished the “Twilight” series.  It took me over a year, because the entire process was so painful.  I don’t know why I kept reading – mostly because I just decided to, and once I decide to do something, it’s hard to convince me otherwise.

There are so many things that bother me about these books, the least of which being the “heroine” (can we call her that?), Bella Swan.  A vapid shell of a girl, she offers nothing good on her own – and Stephenie Meyer allows the hot, capable, super-powered Edward to be her only saving grace, literally.

It’s totally pathetic.

Then again, I contributed $10 for each of the 4 paperbacks to advance the vampirific cause, so I guess I should just shut my mouth.

New shirt

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

Squinty, smiley Mike came through Denver last night, and he gave me a t-shirt with his face on it.

This is so perfect.


Monday, October 25th, 2010

It’s Monday morning, and deliciously stormy outside.  I look out the office windows to the east, where the land stretches flat all the way to Kansas, and see clouds the color of polished steel.  I’m alone at work this week, sipping on hot tea to placate the angry porcupine that wants to nest on my throat.

Yesterday at church, I saw 6 people whose names I knew.  I got hugs from 4 of them.  It’s nice to have people who know your name.

Later on, as I drove up a windy road to Evergreen, what’s left of the leaves on the trees blustered and blew, twinkling in the wind, matching the shade of the double-yellow lines on the blacktop.  I found a network of trails and went on an easy hike, dreamed of having a dog, and watched the sky as it did things like this.

It’s easy to feel small and alone – but that doesn’t mean that we have to feel afraid.

Where it counts

Friday, October 22nd, 2010

“She may not look like much, but she’s got it where it counts, kid.”
-Han Solo

How’s my living room looking?

Wednesday, October 20th, 2010

Rather complete, these days, thanks for asking.

Work it out

Tuesday, October 19th, 2010

Last week, I met with Gunnar, the Viking trainer man.  I had one free training session that was included with my gym membership – but wound up not signing up for the real deal, because I refuse to pay $50/hour to be tortured.

At one point, I said, “Gunnar, you are KILLING me.”

He replied, “No, Annie – I’m IMPROVING you.”  Then he had me do squats so rapid and forceful, it looked like I was driving a stake into the ground with my ass.

He put me on one of those slanted sit-up racks – the ones where your head is lower than your hips, as if to prevent pre-term labor.  Under those conditions, a single crunch would be difficult enough – but then he put a 25 pound weight on my chest and told me to sit up.

I held lunges and planks.  I jumped onto a metal box over and over.  I scissor-kicked.  I swung dumb-bells into the air, knowing that one sweaty-palmed slip would result in the death of an innocent by-standing body-builder.  In short, I did things that no self-respecting person would do in public.

When it was all said and done, my entire body was quivering.  I was like a terrified stray dog, completely incapable of self-calming – barely able to stand up, let alone walk back to the desk to talk nutrition.

Gunnar told me that to reach my fitness goals, I could eat no more than 1400 calories a day.

“But… how many do YOU get to have?” I asked.

“4500,” he answered.

Then the Lord and I had a chat about the injustice of it all.


Monday, October 18th, 2010

If vows are green, theirs were absolutely verdant.

What an amazing weekend.  What an amazing couple.  What a joy to have been included.

(Bosom) Friend Fridays: Ginger Morby

Friday, October 15th, 2010

This weekend, I’m flying to Phoenix for Ginger Morby’s wedding.

Small detail: I have never met Ginger Morby.

I became blog-acquainted with Ginger and her sister Valerie eons ago, and then we started emailing, and – yes – even Facebook video messaging.  If you are wondering how I could grow to like someone enough to travel to their wedding solely through video, well, I submit to you this:

See?  Wouldn’t YOU go to Ginger’s wedding, too?

Let me tell you a few things about Ginger.  Obviously, she is hysterical – but she is also incredibly wise (and I don’t give out that title lightly).  In some of my saddest moments, she has sent encouraging words, good words, true words – words that have made all the difference.  She’s also talented: last year, she auditioned on a whim for a production of “Camelot,” and was cast as Guinevere – yes, the lead.  And then, last month, she won an ARIZONI for Best Actress of All Time (or something similar).  When she was in middle school, she wrote a story called “36 Hours Till Daybreak,” which is just as awesome as it sounds – you can read parts of it here and here.  She loves and quotes “Waiting For Guffman.”  Once, she was a Facebook profile for Halloween.

And last year, she sent me a video message telling me that there was a guy.  And that he came out of nowhere.  And that after cooking dinner one night, they were doing the dishes, and she had a soapy plate in one hand and a dishtowel in the other, and he kissed her like she was Julia Roberts, and that she hadn’t stopped smiling since.

I am thrilled to say that tomorrow, I’ll be hugging them both for the first time.

Light, life, hope

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

I have always prided myself on the fact that I think I would have survived on the Oregon Trail.  I’m hardy, a tough cookie, a survivor.

But there is no way I would have survived 69 days in a cave underground.

The Chilean miner rescue is one of the most amazing, inspiring stories I’ve ever heard.  If there was ever a reminder to hope, even when there is no light (literally), it’s this.

Also: if I were the costume type, I would so be a Chilean miner for Halloween.  There’s your idea for the day.  You heard it here first.  Take it and run.


Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

Yesterday, I swung by a girly store to look for some negligee for a friend who is getting married.  As I browsed the skivvies, a woman came up to me and pointed to a particular bra.

“This one looks SO GOOD on,” she declared.

“Excellent!” I replied.  And… awkward? I thought.  Because who likes to talk to strangers about their undergarments – I mean, besides Southwest Airlines, and Annie Parsons on her blog?

“In fact,” the woman continued, “I’m wearing it right now!”

Oh gosh oh Lord oh no no no no –

She pulled down her shirt and showed me not just a strap of the bra, but an entire boob of the bra.

And what can I say?  I bought it.