I saw a post on Pinterest that called the childhood game, Hungry Hungry Hippo the original Hunger Games. I thought that was funny. I also heard a story about a woman who is competing the the next Olympics in archery who trained Jennifer Lawrence (Katniss) to shoot for the movie. (Read article here)
I am struck at how this character Katniss has touched America, especially our young women, and if we’re being honest about it, some of us older chicks too. 🙂 It’s is great to finally have a “badass” and capable heroine, who is just that, a heroine, and not to knock the recent vampire series, because I liked those too, but truly the heroine in that was all shucks and clumsy and clearly NOT capable. So, thank you, Suzanne Collins, for giving our daughters a new role model, one who is tough, but fair, resourceful and has a heart for others.
Posted in behavior, Kids, pain, Self Aware, water
Tagged archery, girls, Jennifer Lawrence, Katniss, Olympics, the hunger Games, women
YIKES! I thought it was bad when Christina and Kelly were in grade school and we had to squeeze into the ancient school admin building to view their art if it made it to the FISD art show once a year. When I heard they were holding it at the CATE Center, I thought, “It will be better” – was I wrong.
I sat in traffic that would rival a rock concert with Grace and her 2 preteen girl friends all singing at the TOP of their lungs Adele’s “Set Fire to the Rain”, Jenna rather happily singing along the loudest and Grace proclaiming, “Jenna!!! Jenna!! This is a SAD song!!!!” This set me into a fit of giggles as Grace continued to try to out sing Jenna but in a more solemn key. And Jenna? Kept right on with her jolly self….
I am not sure I am ready for round three of preteens girls…but I digress 🙂
I sat and tried to reconcile the amount of parents, children in tow, cell phones stuck to their heads, marching diligently into the CATE Center to view their children’s art. Mind you…..this is JUST the elementary school level, I haven’t even touched on the middle school population en masse or high school….this town is exploding! Okay, it has been exploding, I just haven’t posted about it before. 😀
Posted in art, Back to School, behavior, crazy, Friends, Uncategorized
Tagged art, CATE Center, elementary, people, preteen, singing
I haven’t posted in a while. Not only have I been busy with all the February birthdays and trying to reclaim my house and get rid of all the extra STUFF, but there have been so many life crises going on all around me since before Christmas and if you are reading this you know who you are….death, illness, MAJOR life changes whether brought on purposely or thrust upon you…this has made me feel like a blade of grass in the middle of a tornado. I would like to say that things are settling down, but I don’t want to be naive.
I want to be the person who knows the right thing to say to people going through crisis, truth is, nothing you say is going to be right. All you can do is support the person, let them talk, tel them grieve, let them just be themselves. The trouble is, we think supporting is fixing, we all want to “make it better” and I think sometimes that makes us feel better more than the person who is in pain. I KNOW I don’t have all the answers, thank GOD, I AM NOT GOD!
I am aware that this might seem a trite post for such a heavy topic, but I would not like to dwell 🙂
So, I will leave you with this for today. I was in the drive through at the bank this morning and the nice teller let me know that if I banked online, I could give my accounts nicknames (which I already knew, but hadn’t done yet) and while I waited for her to deposit my paycheck, I thought of a Steve Martin skit I used to listen to when I was in middle school on a cassette tape player, yeah it’s been a while. Anyway, this skit included Steve pondering the idea of teaching small children the wrong words for things for your own amusement.
From Steve Martin’s album “A Wild and Crazy Guy.” This joke is off the 2nd track, Philosophy / Religion / College / Language. The premise of the joke is “raising your children to talk wrong.” When the child enters first grade and asks to go to the bathroom, he says “May I mambo dogface to the banana patch?”
So I thought of all the funny nicknames you could give a bank account…I will let your mind wander…
Spent the day yesterday after church working on crafts with Kelly, Andy and Grace. Andy put the feet I bought on the base of Grace’s box springs. Today or tomorrow I will be upholstering the box springs with black vinyl fabric that is made to resemble leather and hopefully if I have enough left over, I can make her a matching headboard.
Kelly and Grace have been making friendship bracelets since Grace received a kit for Christmas. I had an incredible urge to use the embroidery floss from that kit to harken back to my youth when my mother taught my sister and I to embroider and we would decorate our clothing with funky little 70’s mushrooms and flowers. So off to the craft store. Kelly asked that I pick her up a small embroidery kit and when Grace and I got to Joann’s we found the kits to be prohibitively expensive. Just as I was about to give up, I turned the corner to see little packages that looked as if they had not changed since the 70’s that held patterns for ironing onto cloth so that you can embroider the design, plus they were priced reasonably at 1.29 and 1.99 respectively!
To top it off, they had cowgirl and peacock designs, two of Kelly’s favorites. So I purchased those and three embroidery hoops and a bit of yarn for Grace to continue learning to crochet. Teaching Grace to crochet is difficult for me not only because I am not the best teacher, but she is left handed and I can try to crochet left handed to show her, but my brain cannot function to speak about it properly to explain any steps to her while I am doing it. And you cannot just “reverse” what you do when you have been used to crocheting right handed for 30 plus years, it is a muscle memory more than anything else 🙂
But once Grace saw the cool designs that came in Kelly’s cowgirls iron transfers, she was ready to try her hand at embroidery. We found a nice cactus image that I could teach her basic stitches on and set her up. As long as she keeps her stitches small, she’s a natural. The funny thing is, kids today expect everything to be immediate, including being able to finish the project that day. I had to explain that this was a project you do not want to rush through. It is a kind of exercise in patience, a meditative type of hobby; that part of the enjoyment of working on the project was to “work” on the project, not just to “finish” the project. I am not sure the concept was fully understood, but I will give it time.
I didn’t get to start a project for myself. I was too busy instructing Grace and fetching tools for Andy to get started. I did get to embroider a bit though as Grace’s fingers began to hurt from pushing the needle through the fabric and I was asked to finish up the outline of the smaller cacti in her design.
Later as Grace and I were watching Downton Abbey, (Season 2!) Elizabeth McGovern’s character was embroidering in a scene and Grace noticed it and mentioned it to me. Cool…
When I was a kid I used to wonder how we’d refer to the year after it flipped over to 2000. Now, were are a year out from where they were when “The Postman” with Kevin Costner pretends to be a mailman in a post-apocalyptic America…flying cars are just around the corner, I can feel it!!!
Grace and I are finding it hysterical that there are so many mentions of “post-apocalyptic-ness” on TV but only because when she tries to pronounce “post-apocalyptic” it comes out “post-apopcalyktic”. Say that three times fast…
Well, hopefully this year will bring with it a newness of spirit and growth to our family, eh…scratch that – we ARE talking about the Tuggeys here – THERE WILL BE BLOOD…..a ZOMBIE attack or two…and probably FIRE in a quaint, but effective “post-apocalyptic burning trash in a oil drum-esq-ness” in the coming year….wud up 2012?
For a full list of post-apocalyptic movies click here.
Ok, with Christmas almost here, and with our extreme scaled back version (kind of like the Extreme Home Edition Makeover, but in reverse) of Christmas, we have had almost zero time spent on “buying” Christmas. I have gotten to the point where I cannot stand to watch the commercials on TV without any of them leaving a bad taste in my mouth. The hyperventilating lady planning her shopping sprees with breathless, almost psychotic anticipation, who used to make me laugh, now simply reminds me of the rabid shoppers on Black Friday who trample the neighbor they should be loving, just to get the last copy of the latest “shoot ’em up” video game they want to give to little Tommy to celebrate the birth of our Savior.