Month: December 2008

At the end

We are counting down to New Years’ Eve, making our plans for cocktail attire and merriment, or for Dick Clark and take-out, or wondering where that rogue kiss might land – in any case, looking forward to a fresh beginning and a brand new start. But today, my great-grandma is dying. And today, Ben is…

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Carol of the Belles

Carol of the Belles from Annie Parsons on Vimeo.

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Just like Elly May Clampett

The deed is done. I’m completely moved. Get a Move On from Annie Parsons on Vimeo. Let’s hear it for the Handy Graham! I have amazing friends. And a ridiculous amount of crap. What is it about cardboard boxes and newspaper that make your hands break open and bleed? My fragile little hands look like…

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Place holder

A blog is coming after lunch. Patience, my people. I’m moving a little slow today…

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V is for Vacate, and Vote

Tonight, I am moving out of my sweet little Music Row apartment – the one that has held me for my first year in Nashville. When I moved in, I had a chair and a dresser; I slept on the hardwood floor in a sleeping bag, and drank my morning coffee wrapped in a blanket…

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Ho-ho-holy wondering as I’m wandering

Christmas is closing in all around me, like an army of ants on a stale, crusty French fry. I am the French fry. I have barely done any Christmas shopping, and with my big move happening in 3 days, I’m not sure when I’ll have the chance to get some ho-ho-ho-ing done. (I don’t think…

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The night the Annies shook their groove thang

So there I was. I had run 4.3 miles, rounded up some moving boxes, taken a hot bath, eaten some summer sausage as a late dinner (I know – what on earth? WHY do I have two gigantic summer sausages in my fridge?), and was wearing my flannel duck pajamas (don’t judge), ready to turn…

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Something small

At church on Sunday night, the pastor mentioned that in all of his interactions with people of my generation, the overwhelming majority of us feel apathetic and bored. I know that I do – at least, very often I do. We’re all wrestling with the questions, “What is my purpose?” “What am I good at?”…

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"That woman"

Quick show of hands – who here has had a crush? At some point? At any point? You, without your hand raised: you are a liar. If you have ever had a crush, well then. Go listen to my latest song, “Make a Mess,” on my MySpace. I feel confident in saying that I love…

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U is for Ubiquity

Let me begin by saying that U is for a lot of hideous words. Udder. Ulcer. Urethra. Uvula. Upchuck. U might be turning into my least favorite letter. However, U is also for Ubiquitous, which is what I was this weekend – seemingly present everywhere at once. Becca and I did a lot. And friends,…

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