I finished The Hunger Games this week, and I quite enjoyed it. I thought it was a good story, paced very well, with compelling characters and an interesting (albeit brutal) concept. I am looking forward to reading the rest of the trilogy to see what happens with Katniss and the gang.
This is not a spoiler, just in case I am not the last person on the planet to have read the book, but the description of the showers/beauty regimens in The Capitol sound so good to me. I know what the author is trying to say about perpetuating the perception of perfection, but I still want one of those ultra luxe showers with the fifty nozzles for water and shampoo. And one of those full body glow scrubs. The kind that buffs away any wrinkle or blemish. I could really get into that.
Obviously, I'd be the first one offed in The Hunger Games.
I've been out trying to get the remaining pieces for the kids' Easter outfits this week because I hate shopping during Holy Week. The latest I will shop is Spy Wednesday, after that if I don't have it, then we'll do without. All the kids really need at this point are shoes.
They always need shoes.
I did pretty well with the hand-me-downs this year. Some years I feel like I strike out because the children are the wrong size at the wrong season for the clothes I have stored away, but sometimes I strike it rich and I feel like I am going on a spree down in my storage room.
I have been known to dig through my huge plastic tubs, shouting "yes! I can really use this!" It baffles Francie, who has said to me, "why are you so excited? You knew these were down here, you're the one who put them away!"
I admit that she has a point, but come on . . . wouldn't you be super excited to pull out a barely worn jacket or dress that is the perfect size for that one child who has nothing to wear on Easter morning?
You know you would.
Speaking of shoes and dressy clothes for the kids. What is wrong with the children's clothing designers of America? I mean, seriously, what are they smoking?
I know I've complained about this before, but I'm in the mood to beat a dead horse. Once the kids are out of the nice, but rather expensive Gymboree/Hanna Andersson styles, you are in big trouble if you are not looking to dress your daughter like a hooker or your son like a thug.
Take Francie, who is almost 13. The problem is that she is also 5'5" tall string bean with a 9.5 shoe. The girl's got some tall genes. She fits into extra small women's clothes, but women's clothes are not always appropriate for her. So I look into the juniors department, and all I see for sale is the smallest amount of Lycra that could legally be called a garment.
Some of those skirts are nothing more than a wide belt. And don't get me started on strapless tops/dresses for her age. Really, people? Strapless dresses at Easter? Ugh.
And it's not just Francie. Sally is a normal sized 5 year old, and I saw strappy wedge heels laid out as "dressy" shoes for her. Is it abnormal that my 5 year old cannot pull off a wedge heel? I don't think so. What happened to patent leather Mary Jane's?
Of course, I went one aisle over in the store and I saw tiny wedge heels for Mopsy. Who is turning 2. TWO!
Speaking of Miss Mopsy, her big day is tomorrow! The only thing she knows about her birthday is that there will be cake, and that's good enough for her.
Whenever someone asks her if it's her birthday soon, she just looks at them and yells, "CAKE!" She's like a tiny, less verbal Marie Antoinette. (Even though M.A. never really said that.)
Note to self: You better get cracking on her cake!
Hmm . . . wonder when I get my CAKE?!
Speaking of cake . . .
The bishops of Pennsylvania have declared today a day of fasting, prayer, and abstinence for religious freedom.
And I have to make a cake today because there is no time tomorrow. No spoon licking allowed.
Boy, do I love my religious freedom.
I know that the coming days will be filled with some heavy duty prayer time for many of you, so could I ask a tiny favor?
Would you be so kind as to send one up for two friends of mine, both young and both battling cancer? One just started her chemo and is unsure of how it will work, and the other is using her last ditch effort and battling for her life.
I'd appreciate it tremendously.
And now . . . I'm off.
Happy Palm Sunday weekend, my friends -- we are almost through, hang in there!