Listening To: Run to You by Lady Antebellum
I think this: is quite inspiring.
Hey there beauties (and beastlies)!
Did you have a good weekend? Did a weirdly-weird cold front blow through your hometown like it did mine? The coldness was surprising. I didn't realize The Cold was still raging when I got dressed on Sunday. Thus, I wore some uber-funky tights to church. "Stockings" would probably be the correct term. Except, to me, "stockings" are the things you dangle about the mantle at Christmas; the decorum Santa fills with two pieces of candy and six obligatory pieces of fruit.
Mine are not Christmas stockings. They are slightly more fishnetty in appearance.I like to break out my fishnets for Sunday service. I'm feisty that way.
Except. While those things are darn cute, the hole-y nature (not to be confused with "holy") (zing!) makes them quite, quite shiver inducing. If I'd realized winter had returned, I would have worn pants. This is an area where I'm strangely girly though - I kinda like getting gussied up for church. (Do people say "gussied up" outside the South? In case the answer is no, gussied up = kinda dressy) (Here's another example of the word used in a sentence: "Why you gettin' so gussied up just to go to Wal-Mart?")
I like going dressy on Sunday. I do jeans too sometimes too (because I adore jeans), but I like to bust out the heels. Sadly, busting out the heels is also conducive to an event I affectionately refer to as "busting-face" so I don't wear them often. Thankfully, my parents go to the same church I do. I latch onto my dad's arm all the way in and out of the building. Heels + parking lots = bad.
So do flats + parking lots, though. Gravity and I are forever at odds.
One such event happened back when I worked in student ministry. We were at our big, yearly event in Gatlinburg. The event ended late and so, due to the lateness and junkfood consumption, we were all a little bit wacky as we walked back to the bus. My cousin, Michelle (she totally started it) and I started doing a Sally O'Mally impression in the parking lot. You know Sally O'Mally? From SNL? ("I like to KICK! And streeeeeetch.")
While pretending to be Sally O'Mally, I KICKED .... and I fell.
Hard. On my rear. On the pavement.
Actually, I tried to save my fall with my hand but ended up collapsing onto myself and spraining my wrist. I had to play UNO with one bad wrist that night. Took some effort. Fortunately, working in student ministry for any length of time makes you an UNO expert. (Though I still don't like the game. I can't get into card games.)
... how did I start talking about UNO? Hope your weekend was rad, is all I really wanted to say ;)
I've got one more post coming this week, a more for-serious one, but today I'm hoping to get a discussion started with my fellow booknerds.
Necessary Backstory: I received an email the other day asking how Biscuit was doing and if she'd had anymore spy adventures. When I told Biscuit you were asking about her, she totally wiggled her tail and smiled. As for how she is doing, the answer is:
TOO CUTE FOR WORDS.
Here's Biscuit jumping at the camera approximately two seconds after that picture was taken:
Also love the way she's sitting here, with The Rogue Accountant:
I think Biscuit looks like a little queen. Like she's about to say, very nonchalantly, "You may hold me. If you wish."
I'll post some of her spy-adventures soon. The short answer to her adventure-having is: Yes. Absolutely. Boots is always up to no good and Biscuit is always on guard. The neighborhood would be lost without her. But even spy-dogs need a chance to unwind. Much like her owner, Biscuit likes to unwind by reading Harry Potter:
She's making her way through Azkaban now.
She's really into it. I don't blame her. Azkaban is the one that hooked me. I loved the others, but Azkaban made me obsessed. (Do you have a favorite Potter book? Or do you love them all the same?) I've actually recommended people start with Azkaban (friends who couldn't quite make it through the first two) and they became obsessed too. So if you've tried and couldn't wrangle with Harry & Co. ... go Azkaban.
Except not literally. Cause Azkaban is bad.
Mostly, I like The Prisoner of Azkaban because I'm into the prisoner. Summary: I think the movie-version of Sirius Black is quite handsome. He wears dark colors and he's all wounded and tortured and brave and he has tattoos on his chest. Mercy.
Where was I?Biscuit!
Biscuit digs the books. She's also taken to sitting in front of the fireplace. Staring at the fire.
I believe she's waiting to see if Sirius Black says hey, like he does to Harry, via the fireplace, in the books. Sirius is her favorite character. Biscuit thinks she and Sirius would be great friends. They could hang out together. Share treats. Chase the nefarious Boots. Wouldn't it rock to be an Animagus? So you could hang out with your dog?
Biscuit stared at the fire most every night this winter. Waiting for Sirius to say, "Hey, Friend!" (Because that's totally what Sirius Black would say.)
Reminds me of when I was a kid and I used to fall asleep in my closet, convinced I would wake up in Narnia.So here's my question for you lovely booknerds: if you could hang out with one character from a novel, who would it be? Maybe this character isn't even your favorite, but it is the character you find most compelling. Perhaps it's the unsavory character. Villains are, after all, sometimes more interesting than the humble-protags :) Perhaps you want to share a Happy Meal with Voldemort. Knit some socks with Madame DeFarge. *shivers* Line dance with the Volturi. I won't judge you.
(But if Voldemort plants a horcrux in your Hot Wheels, don't say I didn't warn you!)
I'm excited to hear your answer in the comments! So is Biscuit. See you later this week!
(PS - Have we gushed over this poster? We should. First, it made me shiver. Also, it made me a little bit sad. Then, I squealed.)