The Hunger Games

I am wading deep in the trenches of homeschool-planning despair.  We have to do a few odds and ends for our portfolios, of which I loathe, and, no, I am not going to explain what the portfolio is to you.  You are just going to have to accept it.  I have been printing off countless lessons and shall now take a break from my hard work for a cup of coffee and a blog post.  I have nothing to blog about, but what else is new?

In a few moments, I shall be loading up the children to drive to my marmie's house where she, Auntie Datenutloaf, and I will be making burlap wreaths, as if life could not get any more exciting.  Can you guess where we got the idea?

Go ahead.  Guess.

I am so excited to make this burlap rose wreath thing.  And I think that the later I get to mother's house, the more the wreaths will be prepped.  If all goes according to plan, I should arrive in time to glue on the final touches and partake in another pot of coffee.

Auntie phoned and told me to bring any and all mending to her and she shall try to do it for me before she leaves.  And, yes, she is getting the Awana vests and patches because I wash my hands of it.

Fun Fact:  Last night as I was walking Little Dude into Awana, I noticed a needle sticking out of his vest from the other night when I tried to be Susie Fantastic and sew on the patches.

Safe!

Anyways. You can understand my excitement to bring Auntie the mending, as I have just gone through my closet and found cute clothes that I thought could never be worn again.  If I lose a button, I look at my sweater with great sadness and mourning, knowing I shall never wear it again.

And, yet, I still put it in my closet?  Because . . . ?

My ma in law is a fantastic sewer as well.  I choose to believe that I am not a complete disappointment to her.  She has recently found a use for me:  tech support for her new smart phone.

HA!

I need tech support for smart phones.  And, yet, I amaze her.  I was helping her with her phone and noticed that she had two different contacts for her daughter, Lisa.  For the purposes of this post, let us pretend that Lisa's last name is Brown.

So, in her phone, there is Lisa Brown with Lisa's phone number.

Then there is Lisa Bwn with Lisa's email.

This was because ma-in-law did not know you could have an email AND a phone number listed for the same person.

I showed her how to do this and TOTALLY redeemed myself for not knowing how to even thread a needle.

Sister Meagan snapped a picture of the epic moment.  Look at ma-in-law.  Completely amazed, isn't she?  I look like Ginormica.  I don't know what is going on, but I am actually shorter than my ma-in-law.  Sister Meagan is probably playing a trick on me.

After I wowed everyone with my "phone contact" knowledge, I tried to educate those around me on the joys of the Kindle application.  This got us on the subjects of books, of which none of us have time to read, but we like to pretend we will.

For some reason, I decide to bring up The Hunger Games.

Me:  You should read The Hunger Games!

Ma in Law:  Oh!  What's that about?

Me:  Well . . . um . . . it's like this world in the future that was somehow maybe destoyed or, I don't know, something bad happened and they have all these . . . districts?  And they have all these regulations and then they have this lottery where two kids from each district have to go and fight in these games, and, well, its basically these kids killing each other.  To win the game, you know?

*crickets chirping*

Ma in law:  Hmmm . . .

Me:  Oh, it was SO GOOD.

What can we learn from this?  We learn that Taylor should not write book reviews.

Who else is excited about The Hunger Games coming to a theater near them?

I was totally not into Twlight.  But a book about children killing each other while their nation watched on television?

Yes, please.

Alright!  Off to gather my mending and drive to the big city where fun and merriment awaits me!