Flattery and non-flattering clothes

“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery,” right? Well, I was flat-out flattered when my fellow blogger Barb (also an A-Town native) copied my “Preferences” post at The Jester’s Needle last week. So this week, I’m gonna copy her copying idea by mimicking this list from Parton Ponderings, a blog by another A-Town original, Rachel. (By the by, relating to my “Small Town Stuff” post, Rachel is a first cousin of my college roommate Beth. Also, my “Will” was Rachel and Doug’s wedding photographer.) Here’s the list:

Recently, I’m…

Reading: Not much of anything besides my morning Scriptures (I would surely go mad without the Book of Psalms). Some baby name books. A feeble attempt at my book group’s most recent selection. Coming up: The Help, by Kathryn Stockett.

Listening: Brenda Tremblay on WXXI FM 91.5, plus this hilarious and delightful compilation of songs from my youth, played in bluegrass style: “Pickin’ and Singin’: The Biggest Hits of the 1980s, Vol. 1.”

Watching: Little House on the Prairie, Seasons 6 & 7 (borrowed from our local library).

Cooking: Mexican concoctions—making them up as I go.

Wearing: Clothes in the nebulous No Man’s Land between my regular size and the sizeable maternity wardrobe I have recently acquired from generous friends. Basically, nothing fits correctly these days. (I know, I know: Get used to it.)

Wishing: I could afford to go to London.

Thinking: I am very, very fortunate to have easy access to clean drinking water (and many more amenities).

Craving: Grapefruit. I’ve been purchasing, peeling and partaking of a grapefruit or 2 almost every day since Christmas.

Digging: Pearl’s new outfits from Grandma B. The flare leg pants are groovy.

Excited about: Going to see my friend Jess and her hubby Elton.

Laughing at: The sight of Pearl playing Wii Boxing.

Hoping: Everything will turn out all right for the non-profit agency where I work. (Times are tight—very, very tight.)

Annoyed with: The middle-of-the-night potty trips my body demands, only to leave me wide awake for hours to come.

Feeling bad: About the über-unorganized state of our household paperwork.

Working: A day at a time, a week at a time—all the while exceedingly grateful for the extraordinary graciousness of my colleagues.

Loving: God, family, friends, and A-Town (of course).