It's sunday. Here's what I'm doing.


hello.

C  U  R  R  E  N  T  L  Y  .  .  .  


R E A D I N G 

I lied to you last week, and I feel terrible about it. (No I don't.) Just as I started reading Lowland, I got an e-mail that a book was ready for me to download from the library: The System. It's about college football. I'm on a nonfiction kick. 


W R I T I N G 

The cold weather not only tames my crazy hair and ensures that maybe, for once, I won't be the palest person in the room, but I think it also makes me more creative. Suddenly I have pages and pages of blog post ideas and first lines and funny anecdotes jotted down in my little notebook.


L I S T E N I N G 

I'm spoiled for choice of audiobooks right now-- what should I listen to first? A biography of Jim Henson, a [43 hour!] biography of the Beatles, the latest by Rainbow Rowell, or The Shining Girls, which I hear is about a time traveling serial killer?


T H I N K I N G 

Texts and e-mails have been flying around about an impromptu (sort of) trip to Vegas to see Britney Spears. I think it needs to happen. I CAN'T HELP IT I'M FROM LOUISIANA SHES'S LIKE FAMILY.

S M E L L I N G 

Pumpkin. Stay tuned for an earth shattering DIY post about how to get your entire house to smell like pumpkin

W I S H I N G

One of the things I miss the most about Shreveport is that before noon on Sundays, the grocery stores were virtually empty. It was amazing to be  able to speed, uninterrupted, through Kroger and Super Target and get my shopping for the week done in 15 minutes. I wish everyone here would just go to church on Sunday, is that so much to ask?!


 H O P I N G 

Right now I'm wearing an adult onesie and a snuggie. You do what you gotta do when it's cold. I hope you still love me. 


my favorite photobomber

W E A R I N G 


Well, I just told you what I'm wearing right now, but earlier today it was stripes and polka dots, because... why not?

L O V I N G

The video is the new photo album. Okay, maybe not, but I do love making videos of things that happen. The latest: the "official" Carol Convention video. On deck: summer in Minneapolis. I like to do things out of order.



W A N T I N G


Back to the topic of Vegas. If we go there, I have some unfinished business I want to take care of: retaking all of the photos I took when I was 21 -- without the faux tan, horrifying gaucho pants, and (shudder) the shrug. 



me in Vegas at 21. Note the wifebeater, hot pink bra, and the spray tan that would make Lindsay Lohan cringe. 


N E E D I N G 


I should probably get cracking on my holiday shopping/making. I have all these great ideas that never come to fruition. And Chanukah starts, like, tomorrow. I need an elf. 


F E E L I N G 

I feel like we need to talk about spaghetti squash. First of all, cutting a spaghetti squash is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. Was I supposed to use a saw? Secondly, whichever one of you food bloggers told me it could pass for spaghetti was LYING. I mean, sure, it was delicious. Sure I could see it being a less delicious substitute for spaghetti. But my neurons were firing to the tune of THIS IS NOT SPAGHETTI the entire time I was eating. (That's how science works, right?)

(linking up with Lauren at Siddathornton!)