Annie Parsons
“Thirty-five boxes can’t be wasted”
Just when you were starting to forget it, I’m bringing up the song again. In response to my video, Lärabar sent me the most wonderful package containing, among other goodies, 4 boxes of Cocoa Môlé. That’s 64 bars – I’LL NEVER GO MÔLÉ-LESS AGAIN! I love Lärabar.
The progression of last night’s in-flight conversation
“Can I put the arm rest up?” “Sure.” [spilling over into my seat] “I’m still a big girl. But I’ve lost over 200 lbs.” “Wow – that’s incredible! Congratulations – what an accomplishment.” “No more seat-belt expander for me.” [high-five with a 70-year old woman, initiated by yours truly] “I’m Pat, by the way, and…
Denver 2010ver
When I moved to Denver a year ago, it was on an open-ended basis – I moved to be close to my family as my mom underwent cancer treatment, but had no idea what the future would hold. I decided to live it up and soak in every bit of Colorado that I could, since…
Songbirds
My friend Haley Shaw is utterly lovely. She sings like an angel, and is wicked smart and real, and is one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen up close. I’ve been listening to her song “Iowa City” on repeat this week. It’s good, y’all. Real good. There are these two other girls in…
Yet another Southwest thriller
On Saturday, I flew back to Colorado. I’ll be with my family through Christmas, and then fly back to Nashville for another week – because apparently, I enjoy being a geographical ping-pong ball. I flew Southwest (like I always do), fell asleep the minute I boarded (like I always do), and slept for the first…
O-Emma-G
Fanciness, merriment, and roistering. Bacon-wrapped jalapeños stuffed with cheese. And then, as if the night couldn’t get any more awesome, KARAOKE. And even better, twirling at ROBERT’S. I didn’t even look like a hobo. Today, though? I totally do. Lordy.
Holiday hobo girl
This is the week, the one that happens every December, the one that I always tell myself that I’ll do differently next year but I never do. It’s the week before Christmas, which always seems to be busier than the week of Christmas. Parties, people, events, high heels, big hair, sugar, wine, beer, money that…
A short post consisting entirely of baseball-related idioms
I’m far from a major leaguer, but I don’t think I’m off base in saying that today I’m throwing you a curveball. This may come out of left field, but today, I’m in a bit of a pickle. It seems that the Natural me is taking a rain check, so screwball me is pinch hitting. …
Holy Môlé
The best LÄRABAR that ever existed was Cocoa Môlé – but earlier this fall, they retired the flavor, so I gnashed my teeth and tore my sackcloth. But late on Friday afternoon, Miranda pointed me toward an announcement on their Facebook wall: We just uncovered 35 boxes of Cocoa Môlé (16 bars/box). It’s the last…
Phone woe
My cell phone plan is with Verizon – because yes, I can hear you now. The best phone I’ve ever had is the LG 8300 – the flip-phone of GLORY, that’s what. It was perfect – curved naturally to the shape of my face, easy to find at the bottom of a bottomless purse, navigable….