Holidays

Whoa.  Didn’t mean to quit blogging.  But it happened for a second. – – – – – – – – I was invited to spend this coming Saturday on a pontoon boat with 30 other people. I would rather streak across a golf course. Many of the people who are going to be on the…

Here in America, we are taught that all men are created equal. So no one should be “out of one’s league,” right? We try to pretend that everyone deserves a fair shot – that there are no “leagues” – but when it comes to love, we employ our own silent caste system. We say that…

Carol of the Belles from Annie Parsons on Vimeo.

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…

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,…

Saturday was St. Nicholas Day. The Parsons celebrate St. Nicholas Day. In recent years, our tradition has fallen by the wayside; with all of us scattered (well, okay, currently it’s just ME who is scattered – I’m the rogue), and Jeremy and Ashley having their own family and building their own traditions, and everyone just…

It’s still Thanksgiving in Kansas City. It’s not too late for a video! It’s over 6 minutes long, but I’m not apologizing. Like you have anything else to do, anyway. Watch it, because it’s probably my finest creation to date…

I did. Or at least one. I let the dog out. While the Handy Graham is in Pennsylvania with his family for Thanksgiving, some of us Nashville stragglers are splitting dog-duty. It seems that this boy cannot turn away a stray, and last week, he found a delightful little red mutt that we are all…

I cannot remember the last time I went trick-or-treating. When I was in 8th grade, I stopped celebrating Halloween in favor of the all-church Harvest Festival – since that was around the time that I entered my semi-fundamentalist, evangelical apologetics phase (Colorado West Christian School will do that to a child). Not only was Halloween…

I worry. I worry about my bank account and my weight and my future. I worry that I am on the wrong track. I worry about gas prices and war and skin cancer. I worry about my lack of health insurance. I worry that I am never going to have the opportunities that I hope…