As we sat down to breakfast this morning, Laylee expressed her happiness with her situation in life:
“Everything is going great for me right now. My hair is turning curly, I have a loose tooth, and I brushed my teeth with my timer this morning.”
Right on, sweetie.
I devoured the first two books in the Hunger Games series in one sitting and have been counting down the days to the release of Mockingjay this week. I was one of the first to purchase it Tuesday morning and I carried it around with me all day like a security blanket. Then I read it. All night I read it. And it was over.
Like all good things that come to an end, it left me feeling a bit deflated. Now what? I often feel that way when I finish a good book, movie, or TV series. The characters have become my friends and I just don’t want to say goodbye. My sadness at the end of Mockingjay was a little different though.
The three book jackets tell a vivid story. Book one shows the Mockingjay small, almost timid, with its head down, clutching the arrow as though picking it up for the first time. Book two shows the bird as robust, surrounded by the color of flame, ready to take on the world. The cover of book three is pale blue and shows the Mockingjay with its wings spread out, surrounded by light. The book jacket radiates hope and rebirth. Then you open the first page.
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Yesterday was a tough one. I sort of blogged it out over at at Parenting.com.
But today is a new day. I was nicer to the kids. The fridge situation got all sorted out and the new one is lovely and spacious and if we were gonna cash in our life savings for a fridge, then I’m glad it was this one.
Laylee’s hearing aids are still under warranty and will be replaced by the manufacturer. I told her that they “gave us one more chance.”
Yesterday was bad. Today was better. Tomorrow my in-laws are coming and we’re gonna have all kinds of fun.
I am chicken-sitting for a friend who is on vacation.
The chickens are angry.
When I fed them but did not let them out to roam, they vocalized their displeasure. I have a feeling they will lay non-free-range eggs tonight in retaliation. These eggs of rage should be avoided.
I wonder if they know that if they combined forces against me, they could do significant damage with their sharp beaks and talons. I don’t think they know. I escaped the property unharmed.
Although it was toasty warm on our East Coast beach vacation, Dan remained chill as usual. Who keeps a cool head in your relationship?
This makes me want to add a new category to my blog for premature signage:
If they’ve ended hunger, then why are my kids still begging for lunch and should I still donate to the food bank this year?
