4/11/12

Let The Games Begin

I don't do fashion or organization. 


In fact, I'm wearing the sweatshirt I have on in this picture circa early '90's, as I speak.   On an scale of 1-10, I'm probably about a negative 43. OK, let's face, it I'm a mess.


But there's always hope. Just look at my pinterest tab.  Everything labeled and on it's little organized grid board.  And all with catchy titles. I especially like my fashion board title, If I Cared About Style.  My pinterest site suggested I follow my niece Ashley, so I clicked over to her site and laughed out loud when I read her profile statement, "I can't decide if pinterest is annoying or not."


I do care how I look and it totally frustrates me when I can't find a file, fax, or tax paper . I'm working on my organizational and fashionable skills and recently got everything all neatly arranged and behind bars  tabs.  I found a Plato's Closet in Lafayette!  {insert Hallelujah Chorus} Hoping to find my MOB dress there.  My mac desktop comes and goes.  Once in a while, like just now,  I create a folder, title it clean-up 4.11.12 and drop  I-don't-know-how-this-all-got-out-here into said file, and I do clean up nicely when the occasion calls for it.


I found a new trick for logging what I do during the day. I set the timer on my phone and then make myself work on one thing until the timer goes off.  The other day I hit stopwatch instead of timer, started out on a walk, forgot all about stopping the stopwatch.  According to my iPhone, I walked for 68 hours, 7 minutes, and 42 seconds.


Dangle a shiny, new, pretty book in my face and I'm distracted like a "Peanuts" 4th grade school child character.


When the reality TV series "Survivor" first debuted, my son demanded a refund. His commentary; This is not what I expected with a title like Survivor.  I thought they would throw a bunch of people on a deserted island and see who survives. This show has nothing to do with surviving ... it should be called, "Voter".  You shoulda wrote a book, Ben.


I've only read the first book of The Hunger Games, but I'm hooked. The analogy's can go all sorts of ways;  anit-big government, social injustice, sacrificial lambs, but one can't help putting our crazy quest for entertainment as the mother ship of all analogies.


Most likely this was quoted while in her sunday finest slowly walking the red carpet and waving to nameless faces:  Even Jennifer Lawrence, the star of the film, has gotten in on the act. She told Parade magazine recently that she saw "The Hunger Games" primarily as an indictment of our obsession with reality television. "I was watching the Kardashian girl getting divorced, and that's a tragedy for anyone," she said. "But they're using it for entertainment, and we're watching it. The books hold up a terrible kind of mirror: This is what our society could be like if we became desensitized to trauma and to each other's pain."  


This is what our society COULD be like?????   With our flagrant obsessions over fame, fashion, fun, fortune, and the fountain of youth, honey, we're already on the darkside of hunger games.


"How you spend your time is how you spend your life."


But because I'm human and outright fickle, I'll set my timer,  head out to do some yard work, all while downloading  book two; Catching Fire. Let the {hockey} games begin.





And that's all I have to say about that, said in my best Forrest Gump.

4/10/12

The Big 1-0

Every picture tells a story and everyone has a story to tell.  I'll let the pictures do the talking.















































Thank goodness bracketball is over, now I can concentrate on "The Hunger Games" trilogy.
Next up: Articles of Organization and how 'bout them Tigers?