Runaway train/bus/thoughts
These days, life is like a runaway train. It’s like that movie “Unstoppable,” except – spoiler alert! – that train actually stopped. It’s not still barreling out of control through Pennsylvania. Not that I’m barreling out of control through Pennsylvania, either, but…
Okay. Analogy over.
All I’m saying is that life has been busy and full, and it doesn’t show signs of slowing down anytime soon. So maybe it’s less like “Unstoppable,” and more like the bus in “Speed.” And I’m Sandra Bullock, somehow, so far, successfully navigating my way through a complicated network of roads, and thinking that I ran over a baby, but it wound up just being a baby carriage full of pop cans, and for the moment, we’re all just catching our breath.
First of all, I have news. The Hooker House has a new addition: Becca and I have a new roommate. She has moved into the room that used to be my home office, and if you’ve known the Parsons for any length of time, then there’s a chance you know her, too.
Her name is Hannah, and here she is as a child.
I know. Things are about to get really good.
In other news, I’ve barely been sleeping in my own bed. After six days at Sundance in Utah, I spent the first half of this week in Minneapolis for work. This morning, I was supposed to fly to Seattle for a dear friend’s wedding, but Denver’s heavy blanket of snow canceled the flight. I was rescheduled for an afternoon flight, but just got the call that they canceled that, too.
I’m not going to Seattle. Frowny face.
My bedroom looks like a dirty bomb exploded.
I’ve switched to cash envelopes. Dave Ramsey is really proud of me right now. (Sidenote: I talk about Dave Ramsey like he’s a real person. Yes, I KNOW that he’s a real person – but he doesn’t know who I am. I talk about him like we have a personal relationship, and I imagine his reaction to all of my financial choices, sort of like when I was a kid and I imagined the various reactions to everything that I did by all seven members of the Baby-Sitters Club. Mark my words: one day, when I’m debt free, Dave Ramsey will know who I am. Oh yes. He will know.)
I’m sure you’ve seen this video. But I just have to make a point of saying that I have watched it over and over, and think it’s the greatest ever. Dang, I miss “Veronica Mars.”
Tomorrow is my half-birthday, which means, yes, I have 6 months and 1 day left in my 20s. I can’t wait to be in my 30s. I’ve waited my whole life for my 30s. People in your 30s, it’s the greatest, isn’t it? Tell me that it’s the greatest.
And now, it’s time to figure out what my Friday is going to look like. If it’s not going to include a trip to Seattle, then I’m sure it will consist of exciting things like “going to the gym” and “cleaning the kitchen” and “swinging by the dry cleaners.” A little bit of snow has never scared Subaruthless.
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1. That photo is amazing.
2. None of us have any reason to doubt that Dave Ramsey will know you. I predict it will happen.
3. 30 is fab.
4. Sometimes I imagine that Kristen Bell, Jennifer Garner, Kristen Wiig and Zoey Deschanel are my friends. What fun we would have. CAST THAT MOVIE, NOW.
Your 30’s are awesome.
Yes. The 30’s are, in fact, the greatest.
NOOOOO! Annie Parsons! I was so, SO looking forward to seeing you again at the wedding. This makes me ridiculously bummed out. I miss you gobs.
I’m now looking forward to my 30s. I’ve been scared of them my whole life, and although I’m only 25, I keep saying ‘it’s downhill to 30 from here.’ But you lovelies give me hope! Thanks! I needed to hear that today :)
i LOVE veronica mars and miss it! what a good show :)
oh my goodness. i LOVE Veronica Mars. I just rewatched the series last month (b/c OF COURSE I have it on DVD) and then spent at least an hour researching whether or not they were going to make a movie (the last consensus is no – boo!). kristen bell is just the cutest.
No one will believe you, when you say that you’re 30. They’ll insist you are 25. I dreaded turning 30, but so far it’s been ok.
Next time you are in Nashville, you MUST stop by my office. I will introduce you to Dave immediately. And that’s that.
Can I tell you about the 30s? They’re pretty great and a little shocking.
1. When I turned 30, things started making more sense. Don’t ask me what started making sense, because it seemed like EVERYTHING made sense. I somehow started “getting it”.
2. When I turned 31, I discovered that I no longer felt like I needed to apologize for anything. There was no reason to make excuses for who I wanted to be and what I wanted to do.
3. When I turned 32, I started farting more. I don’t know why. I can’t help it. 32 just produces gas.
4. When I turned 33, I took my own advice and started putting myself first. And second.
Thirties are great, and I can’t wait for you to join us! :)
How have I never seen that picture of Hannah? I can’t stop chuckling. I love that she’s holding The Holy Bible. Bahaha.
And, I love VM. And yes, the 30’s are great.