hootenannie
Things to look forward to…
… in reverse order: Christmas (duh) Thanksgiving (double duh) A destination-to-be-determined trip in October Kyle & Emily’s wedding Josh & Meg‘s wedding A visit from Christina A mountain climbing vacation… … with these dear boys Brook & Cara’s wedding A Gretchen Peters show A visit from Josh & Meredith Sarah’s college graduation A Sugarland concert…
I am done apologizing
-For being introverted. -For scheduling things months in advance. -For being task-focused. -For hating going out to breakfast. -For loving “The Climb.” -For not liking every person I meet. -For not doing music right now. -For not being able to pronounce “entrepreneur.” -For hating the summertime. -For using so many washcloths. -For not liking dance…
Post-race, posthaste
I’m alive! I finished! And I cut 9 minutes off my time from last year. I’m glad that I did it, and glad that it’s over. That just about sums it all up. I will never be one of those people who loves to run, or who is super fast – but I have an…
Get ready, get set
Have I mentioned that my half-marathon is tomorrow? FREAKING! OUT! I am so nervous. After all of my months of preparation, I’m in Nashville for the occasion. I have Mile High lungs for the lowland race. I have hundreds of miles of training put in. And whereas last year, my only goal was to finish,…
Our only comfort
Last week, my sister-in-law lost her dad. My nephews lost a grandpa. And all of the Parsons lost a man who has been family for the past 9 years. Today, Kent McElroy will be laid to rest in a cemetery in Missouri. A few weeks ago, he chose his plot, and bought kites to be…
Life and books and such
Wow. Ever since last Monday’s blog, you have returned day after day, expecting to see something new posted. But NO. Here a crotch, there a crotch, everywhere a crotch, crotch – day after day after day. My most sincere apologies for the assault on your eyes for an entire week. Last Monday night brought some…
Up to my crotch
“At least it will make a good blog,” I laughed. “What will you title it?” he asked. I thought for a second, but really, there was only one choice: “‘Up to my crotch,’ of course.” – – – – – – – – See, what happened is… I have a friend named Bennett. He and…
Swifty
You can take the girl out of Nashville, but you can’t take the stage-side-at-the-Taylor-Swift-show-and-THIS-IS-SO-AWESOME out of the girl. Jenn and I had tickets for the uppermost balcony last night, literally behind the stage. But my most excellent friend Kelli (SHOUT OUT) back in Nashville pulled some strings, and all of a sudden, a man was…
I’ll be me and you be you.
In this life of trying to figure out who we are, when it comes down to it, we all just wind up being ourselves. Rather than finding this discouraging, today, I find it freeing.