Annie Parsons

I’ve been in the Shotgun for two and a half weeks, and things are coming together. I have all of my furniture, and as of Sunday, a washer and dryer. A few pictures are hung on the walls. I painted the hallway, but gave up halfway through painting the bathroom because the ceilings are too…

I’m only posting this so I can use the Swords tag again.

Over the weekend, I traded in my dollhouse for a real house: as of Friday, I’m the owner of a shotgun row home. I’ve spent the past few days vacillating between absolute elation and a full-on panic attack – mostly for irrational reasons, like What if it’s built on a sinkhole? and What if I’m…

When I was 5 years old, my grandpa built me a dollhouse. Even as a little girl, I remember being amazed at the intricate bricks that formed the two-story-high walls and the individual shingles that topped the roof. The front side had a tiny front door which, if you pulled on the tiny handle, opened…

Not to be dramatic, but my goal of having zero nervous breakdowns in 2013 is hanging in the balance. Fine, that was dramatic. They say the only constant is change – and I hate them for it – but it’s proven true in my life time and time again. In the past few weeks, I’ve…

Whoa. I disappeared from the blog for a while there. But now it’s a new week, a new month, and I’m back – at least for today. Can I be honest? I’m glad to have March behind me. March held some wonderful things, but it was a crazy month in which it felt like every…

My introversion has taken a beating lately. I’ve been running from one thing to the next, constantly surrounded by people, without any down time – and you introverts know how we need our down time. But each person I’ve been around has been 100% worth it, and none more so than the 5 guys we…

My little dog Toad is the best. She really is. She is so ridiculous and happy and cute, and she’s always excited to see me, even if I’ve been in an ugly mood all day or my hair is looking like a sea anemone or I’m having an existential crisis. No matter what, she’s hopping…

The other night, Becca texted Sarah and me this amazingly awkward picture. It could only mean one thing. We belong on “Murder, She Wrote”! …and… Becca and Michael’s wedding pictures are ready! Hop over to Jeremy and Ashley’s blog where they’ve absolutely killed it, proving once again why they are so worthy of being named…

Lately, I’ve been using this space for a lot of personal processing, and just realized that I’ve neglected to update you on some of my actual goings-on. Yes, I am just that pompous to believe that the world is desperate to know about the ins-and-outs of my everyday life – so without further ado… 1)…