Jenny’s Hunger Games Poetry
Jenny included several Hunger Games related poems in the poetry book she made me for Mother’s Day. I mentioned Monday that I would share them in a separate post, so here they are!
First up, a poem titled Hunger Games. My favorite part of this one (please excuse the shadow of my hand and the phone that are in every one of these pictures) is the line “Romance and action” because Jenny constantly tells us that the romance and action are the reasons she loved the Hunger Games.
Next, Arena. My favorite line of this one? “You better watch out.” I also like the red and black lettering and squiggles.
Now Jennifer Lawrence. This one’s a bit longer. I don’t know if you know what Jennifer Lawrence wanted in life, but Jenny knows. She wanted “to be an actor, read the Hunger Games, and end up playing Katniss.” Victory for her.
And finally, a poem about Jenny’s one true love, Josh Hutcherson.
If you’re wondering, Jenny did finally admit to me a couple weeks ago that she is actually obsessed with the Hunger Games, like I’d been saying for a few weeks. I think it’s pretty clear. Aren’t her poems and drawings awesome though?
My Kids are Weirdos (Funny Ones)
I find I’m in the mood to post a few recent funny things my kids have said that I’ve just taken a moment to post to twitter rather than writing an entire post. But you may have missed them if you don’t follow me on twitter, right?
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We love to do quizzes on Sporcle, and Jenny made this hilarious comment when she was doing some music quizzes by herself the other night.
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This is just the kind of crazy comment Reagan likes to make when we’re just talking. I told her that I in fact don’t think that’s what happened to Stevie Wonder.
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Who loves the sound that flip flops make? Not me.
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I’m not sure when she believes she’ll encounter a zombie. We were watching Resident Evil when she said this though.
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Except not really because her hair’s too short to look at all like Katniss’s braid.
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Someone’s a little obsessed.
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I don’t really want to know why she thought that.
Random Wednesday #iPPP
It’s time for another random #iPPP post from me with a few pictures taken over the last week, beyond the ones I’ve already shared of the girls’ school dance over the last few days.
Do you think it’s hard for Reagan to read now that her baby brother’s climbing all over everything? She looks like she’s still managing to concentrate, even with the baby and the dog and the bag of goldfish, and I think the laptop’s up there, too.
Here’s Jenny’s squinty-eyed face right before the Hunger Games started at the movie theater last week for the midnight premiere. She may not look it, but she was really excited. And she was probably excited when she went to see it again the next night.
I already shared this on Twitter, but I think it’s worth recording here for all time, too. We call it: Poopface!
Isn’t this octopus Reagan painted awesome? I’m calling him the suspicious octopus because look at those suspicious eyes. Anyway, I thought it was an awesome enough piece of artwork to be worth sharing.
Linking up with KLZ and Liz for #iPPP:
The Wonderful Smell of Gasoline
This is the real story of the day of the Spring Fling. I think that’s how I’ll describe it when I look back on March 23, 2012, when I’m old and my children aren’t at home anymore and I’m remembering things we did together.
First, let me tell you a little about the week leading up to the day of the Spring Fling dance at the elementary school.
It was a very busy week for me at work. I’m an accountant, and it was the end of our fiscal period and quarter, so that’s always a busy time. I also had more meetings than usual that took me away from regular work during the week, so I felt like I was constantly behind, even after staying late.
In addition to Monday night’s run to hip hop class for Jenny, I had a PTA Board Meeting on Tuesday night that went a bit too long and kept me away from my family for a second night. And I’d already agreed to volunteer at the school dance Friday night. So I probably shouldn’t have agreed to take Jenny to the midnight premiere of the Hunger Games movie Thursday night, especially because we had school and work the next day, but I did.
So, it’s finally Friday. The day of course started at midnight with the Hunger Games premiere. It was fun. I already talked about it here. I went to sleep around 3:15 and got up at 5:45 with the baby. So I think it’s understandable that I started my day a little tired.
I had a busy day at work, but I was very excited that an afternoon out of town meeting had been cancelled so I’d have no trouble getting home in plenty of time to help the girls get ready for the dance that started at 6:30. Right? Wrong. I got a call at 4:59 at work that required me to stay a bit late. I shouldn’t have answered, but once I did, it was too late. I called the family to let them know I would be late and they should go ahead and get ready.
I knew we could still make it in time to the dance if I timed everything just right. I got out of work at 5:40 and drove through McDonald’s for a healthy dinner on the way home so that everyone would be able to eat. I got home about 6:05, with dinner, and handed over the food. The girls were already ready, and their friends hadn’t arrived yet. Plenty of time to get to the dance at 6:30, right?
Actually I decided we should take a few extra minutes and leave at 6:30. I told them it would be cool to be fashionably late. I changed clothes, cleared out the back of the car so I could put up the third row seat to fit the friends we were bringing with us and got the baby changed. And we still had time to take a few pictures.
When we got in the car, I remembered that I was almost out of gas and decided to stop at the gas station because I’d hate to run out of gas with five kids in the car (or any other time really). I told the girls we were making a quick stop, and then we’d be on our way.
I have one of those gas caps that doesn’t attach anywhere when it’s off, so I always set it on top of my tire so the wind doesn’t blow it away. I was rushing a bit so we wouldn’t be too late. I unscrewed the gas cap and went ahead and started pumping the gas, then leaned down to set down the gas cap. It fell to the ground and busted into three pieces, but that’s okay. It does that sometimes. What doesn’t normally happen is this: I leaned down to pick up the pieces of the gas cap, and my fat butt hit the fuel dispenser, knocking it out of my car and since I’d of course locked it into dispensing position, spraying fuel all over the back of my clothes. Great. I decided to stop getting gas at that point. We certainly had enough to go to the gas station.
The girls managed not to see any of what was happening outside of the car because they were having a great time rocking to some loudJackson5 music. I hopped in and told them we needed to take one quick detour back to the house so I could change clothes again because I might smell a bit like gasoline. They agreed since the fumes were immediately filling the car. I rolled down the windows, turned up the music, and headed home.
I ran in the house (sort of – I never actually run), changed my clothes, and headed back out after a quick stop to tell Lee why I was there. I believe he knew since he could smell the gasoline. I suspect I probably still smelled a little like gasoline because of what got through to my skin, but no one said anything if I did.
Even though I felt like all of these things were a sign that I just needed to go home and sleep, we headed on to the dance, and we made it there at about 6:45, fashionably late. And everyone had a good time. And after the dance, and after sending Jenny off with a friend to see the Hunger Games again at 10:00 that night because she has endless energy, I finally got a good night’s sleep.
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Magazine Day, on a Monday?
It’s true. I’m running behind with my Magazine Day post this week, but don’t worry, I still read my magazines on the weekend like I normally do. I even took the pictures for the post. I just ran out of time to actually post. I’m going with completely random order for the stories today.
Reese Witherspoon is pregnant again. I’m happy for her. We were pregnant at the same time, I think when I was pregnant with Reagan, so it made me feel like we were pregnancy buddies.
Lee thinks Jessica Simpson looks just like Ursula from the Little Mermaid here, if she only had dark hair. I can’t say I disagree.
Jude Law and his son look exactly alike. Don’t you think?
Wow, Shia LaBeouf. Just wow. How’s that look?
I vote cuckoo! For January and Betty Draper. Yay for Mad Men’s return though! I didn’t watch it yet, so don’t tell me what happened.
Did you realize Kristen Stewart was so short? Or Charlize Theron is so tall?
Minka Kelly is way too good for Fez. He’s not good for the ladies. They all turn bad after dating him.
My favorite royal photo of the week. Kate and Prince Charles crafting together.
This shows my main issue with the Hunger Games movie: the casting of Peeta. He’s too little. Look how tiny he is in this picture! I thought the actor did a good job, but he’s not what I pictured Peeta to be.
This kind of makes me sad for Kelly Taylor. But I’ve never really liked him. I think he’s really fake looking.
I’m ending this week’s post with a couple pictures that are gross, because that’s my favorite thing. It looks like Tori Spelling’s chest is caving in, and there’s something freakish about Dean’s face. I hope their kids hold off on the plastic surgery for a long, long time.
I don’t like Nicki Minaj. And I think she’s kind of gross looking. Sorry. (I’m not even really sorry at all.)
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