Month: November 2008

It’s still Thanksgiving in Kansas City. It’s not too late for a video! It’s over 6 minutes long, but I’m not apologizing. Like you have anything else to do, anyway. Watch it, because it’s probably my finest creation to date…

I did. Or at least one. I let the dog out. While the Handy Graham is in Pennsylvania with his family for Thanksgiving, some of us Nashville stragglers are splitting dog-duty. It seems that this boy cannot turn away a stray, and last week, he found a delightful little red mutt that we are all…

Dear Annie, Last night, your mom sent me the sweetest email. She told me that you are 13, and found my blog when you Googled your own name. I think it’s so cool that you have continued to read my posts, and that from hundreds of miles away, we are connected. It’s like I have…

This weekend, I was overwhelmed with a wave of… I don’t know. Shame? Guilt? Regret? I was knocked off my feet a few days ago, and since then, it’s been a deluge of memories and hauntings and disappointments. I don’t know why I was created the way that I was – wired to both express…

I’m in the grocery store of dreams No less than once a week To sample cheese and hummus dips And try to sneak a peek At you, the tall and scruffy boy Who works the checkout lines; You scan the produce and the bread But sadly, not the wine (For Tennessee is far too strict…

Internet, have you met my brother Jeremy? One half of The Parsons Photographers (along with his super-fly wife Ashley – or Ashlug, as we call her, since initiation into the Parsons family includes receiving a name that sounds like a flesh wound), dad to the Sparking Wonder Boys Micah and Tyler, recent half-marathon runner, awesome…

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What was WITH me yesterday? Maybe you could tell from the blog, maybe not – but I seriously lost my mind for a few hours in the afternoon. Upon further introspection, I blame it on the fact that my life is completely out of balance. I spend 8-9 hours each day in…

UPDATE: Mom just emailed and said that I sound “edgy” today. I feel edgy. But not in a mean-spirited, “ding-dong, flaming sack of dog crap on your doorstep” kind of way. More of an “I’m about to drink an entire bottle of wine and go blow all my rent money at Anthropologie, so help me…

This morning, I am in a quagmire. I made a quick video on Saturday, but am questioning the decision to share it. The thought of broadcasting my quirks – my quaint qualities within a quadrangle – makes me queasy. I quiver, quaver, and quake at the quandary I am in. Perhaps I should have quelled…

I share a front stoop with my next-door neighbor. As I approached my front door today after running errands, she and 2 men were hauling in a gigantic plywood-and-wire cage, approximately 6’x4’x3′. Me: “What is that?” Her: “This is a cage for my flying squirrel.” Ladies and gentlemen, without even trying, I have found the…