Our Competetive Side Crashes Into the Season

Well, it’s that time again. I have to be honest- with everything going on-much like My Christmas decorating, chocolate making, and shopping before Black Friday- I was going to let our Gingerbread Faceoff pass peacefully and quietly away this year. That is- until I caught a glimpse of Rain’s paper for school. In it she expressed how she looked forward to our silly Gingerbread tradition! So- we just had to FIT it in to the already overpacked schedule!!!!
So without further ado- our houses up for your vote!!!







So this is how it works! Comment on this post with which one you like best, Hunger Games Tribute OR 70’s Bungalow.
The winners get bragging rights all year.

Thanks all!!!


The Hunger Games Continued

A while back I had posted how the Hunger Games had taken my life hostage .  Why, I wondered, was I so captivated by this series?  Yeah sure, I have ripped through a few series in my time BUT  The Hunger Games has been different.  I have analyzed and thought and wondered and dreamed about these books on more than one occasion in the the short time since finishing them.  Today  think I may have stumbled upon my answer.  So in true Ash form, I wanted to shout it from the mountain tops!

The following exerpt is in NO WAY MY WRITING.  I do not wish to dishonor my self by passing it off as my brain child.  It would be a disservice to the actual author.  That said: HERE is the original link

Here is the copy/paste 🙂

So every teenage girl, it seems, wants to be Katniss.

I’m not surprised.  I would, too.

The Hunger Games is about culture, and more specifically, Katniss vs. Culture. And it’s our culture, of course, through the lens of caricature.

It’s our culture, and every teenage girl, it seems, would like to pick up a bow, and fire an arrow directly into the heart of it, and watch it die.


In the books (I haven’t seen the movie, yet) Katniss is substance, and adult culture – embodied and enforced by the Capitol – is all about appearances. It’s mean, it’s selective, it’s heartless, it’s cruel, and it pits one-teen-against-the-other.

Katniss cares about her appearance, but not very much.  It’s the Capitol, the culture, that cares very much, foisting makeup and fashion experts upon her, each charged with making her understand how important outward beauty is to her survival. They convince her: Change, and change outwardly, and extremely… or you will not survive.

Katniss has romantic feelings, but they don’t control her story. It’s the Capitol, the culture, that wants romance to control her story, to define her, and give her meaning.

Katniss wants to protect her younger sister from this culture. No girl, she thinks, should be drawn into this, but certainly not one so young. But to her horror, the Capitol, the culture, wants to draw in the youngest, the pre-teen, girl.

Katniss wants to provide for her family, in the absence of her father. The Capitol, effectively, took her father from her, through his work. Forced to work in mines, he was killed in an explosion.

Katniss wishes she didn’t need to hunt, but she is willing to do what it takes to make it work. The Capitol, the culture, literally sets up barriers to stop her.

Katniss finds a boy/man who is flawed, but self-sacrificing, protective, warm, and committed to not being changed by the culture. He will not, he says, become a self-seeking “monster.” The Capitol, the culture, is patronizingly charmed by that… as it is fully committed to changing him into a self-seeking monster.

Katniss knows truth matters. She’s no philosopher, but she knows loyalty matters. She knows sacrificing for the vulnerable matters. She knows there is such a thing as Good, even if she can’t articulate it. The Capitol, the culture, tries to convince her otherwise.

Katniss loves her family. The Capitol finds that quaint, and valuable only in that it adds to an entertaining storyline, since amusement is, of course, the ultimate goal. And a human, a teenage girl, only has value to the extent the Capitol, our culture, is attracted to her.

No wonder Katniss wants to kill it.

And millions of teenage girls want to help her.


Original Post is courtesy of Air 1’s Brant Hansen



When beautiful Rain was born 11 years ago, what I knew I wanted to impart to her most is a solid sense of self.  While I know that the only true way to achieve that is through a good relationship with her Savior, I do feel there are a few tools I can provide her with on her walk.  In the past few years, our paths have taken on vastly different courses.  I am a GIRLY GIRL to the hilt, and she is NOT.   I’ve had to learn that its not my place to choose what to support her in, just to support her in what she deems worthy.  Right now; soccer and hockey are what she deems worthy. Sure I wanted it to be dance or acting, but its not my life she’s living…it’s hers.

Rain loved these books too, you can read more about that HERE.  She too is obsessed, and I believe we are experiencing our first bout of superstar crush.  But more importantly, she loves Katniss and can connect with her on a deep level.  After reading Brants post, I’m inclined to say HELL YEAH!  Rain you can have that kind of a superhero any day.  I don’t know how it’s happened, but somehow, what I’ve wanted to impart the most to her is exactly what she’s showing me is important to her too.  Funny how just when you think you’re lost, your FOUND.


Are you hungry?

I was working on a post about how I’ve been a model of efficiency.  I went into great detail about how I found the best site ever that has helped me to get organized inside and out.  I drone on and on about how my house used to look like this…


and now it looks like this….

well not really this, but the serene feeling of if you goofball!!!

And the most time I spend a day is 30 minutes.  No….REALLY!!!!

I scrapped it.  The whole thing.  It was boring and lets face it, who really reads this blog but mostly people that know me…although I aspire to have that change.  I want everyone to read me but that’s not for this post.

So anyway I spared you the bore, or the brag…whatever.  If you really have questions…ask!!!

This post, instead is about me completely loafing off the past five days…opposite end of the spectrum huh?  That’s the way I roll, you know!

Rain received The Hunger Games for Christmas.  I mentioned that I wanted to read it when she finished.  Well, she finished…in three days….and then proceeded for a week to badger me about if and when I planned to read the book because Miss Popularity has a waiting list a mile long of friends that want to read the book.  Thursday at 3:58 I picked up the book and read exactly three pages so I wouldn’t have to lie to her when she walked in the door from school.

Friday, I needed some me time.  So we went to the gym…imagine the child care attendants surprise when I told him, straight faced, that he could find me in the hot tub if he need me the next two hours.  To his credit, he didn’t burst into laughs, or look at me with disdain at my selfishness.  I unpacked my “book” and beelined to the hot tub…where I sat reading for the entire two hours.  I finished the first book Saturday afternoon and started STRAIGHT into the second book.  I am hooked!  I don’t want to give anything away, and I am still trying to gauge where all of this will lead.  Then I find myself staying up late at night, oh wait let me qualify that…staying up LATER at night, trying to analyze all that’s happened.  For me, I wonder if this is like a C.S. Lewis thing where the book is a brazen political statement hidden in a book aimed at a teenage audience    Perhaps this post apocalyptic sci-fi stuff is rooted in some reality of what COULD be.

If called upon to argue my point of the books political premise, I will surely blanche in the limelight of that stage, but if anything, I am being entertained.  So enraptured that the series is consuming my every breath.  So without giving any spoilers, I will tell you this, you won’t be disappointed, and finally, read it before the movie comes out…it’s always better that way anyway!

And there you have it…from model of efficiency to mediocre book reviewer, I am a woman of many talents!

Until next brag….