Thursday’s book

Between the U.S.A. and Aztlán (once called Mexico) lies a strip of land, known as Opium, the name of its chief product. It is ruled by a 146-year-old drug lord known as El Patrón. His fields are tilled by illegal immigrants, called "eejits," who have computer chips implanted in their brains so that they can be kept in slavery. Matt, a boy who is confined in a cottage on El Patrón estate, manages to break out, only to find himself treated like an animal. The tattoo on his foot, "Property of Alacrán Estates," means that he is a clone of El Patrón--and that he is being raised to provide spare body parts for his original.

Yes, it is a little creepy concept, but you will love it. I absolutely fell in love with Matt and wanted to take him home and protect him. You know it is a good book is when you love the protagonist and seriously hate the antagonist. The antagonist in this book El Patron is easy to despise, and a couple of weeks after finishing the book I still am seething at the evil El Patron. Nancy Farmer writes her characters beautifully.

Another teen fiction that is set in the future in a very corrupt society. The youth with moral courage rise up and fight for becoming a better society. Are all these books telling us something?

This book is great read, and has won many literary awards. I also believe it is suggested reading in schools for about sixth grade and up.

The Choice

 

I am curious if you made the same choice I did between the two movies that came out on DVD this weekend.

Both are fantastic movies, both are beautiful to watch. Of course both need to be purchased ASAP.

But of course do you really have time to watch both movies in one weekend?

So what is your choice??

1985

I know my beautiful and talented friend is probably not very happy with me that I posted this photo the other day.

But it was her birthday, and even though most years it fly's by and I ignore it just like I do my own.

I couldn’t resist.

Something takes over when I see these classic 1985 pictures. It is an urge that is so powerful – I can’t resist. I can’t win.

In fact this picture puts such a smile on my face I might post it once a week – FORever!

Truthfully, the thing that is the best about this photo is the couch, carpet, and the wall decor.

Oh my, Oh my, Oh my! I can’t even explain.

Fact:

Both dresses were hers,(I think) probably the ear rings, lip gloss, and blue eye shadow too. She has always had much better taste than I, and she always shared.

We were on our way to a hot Friday night dance at the H.S. Wahoo!

We were seniors. We were going to room together after H.S. We had senioritis!

Bi-level hair was the rage, and we were hip, but I remember being more blonde then this???

I notice jelly shoes – still cool, or is it cool again, or have they come and now gone again. I can’t keep track.

I believe I had just seen Sixteen Candles, and the Breakfast Club. Great movies to get fashion advice from, and movies I would not recommend for my own princesses,

but you have to understand it was 1985.

He’s a keeper

Remember when I did this to Cupcakes flower last year.

How embarrassing – who knows how to pin these things on, anyway? 

He is really coming in handy. I think I’ll keep him.

I am so blessed.

Thursday’s book

The best thing about this book is that you will spend an hour on the computer after you read it to find out if it is true. And it is, well mostly.

For the first time in a long time I wanted to take off my shoes and run.

Christopher McDougall sets off to find a tribe of the world's greatest distance runners and learn their secrets, and in the process shows us that everything we thought we knew about running is wrong. Isolated by the most savage terrain in North America, the reclusive Tarahumara Indians of Mexico's deadly Copper Canyons are custodians of a lost art. For centuries they have practiced techniques that allow them to run hundreds of miles without rest and chase down anything from a deer to an Olympic marathoner while enjoying every mile of it. Their superhuman talent is matched by uncanny health and serenity, leaving the Tarahumara immune to the diseases and strife that plague modern existence.

Favorite passage:

Whenever an art form loses its fire, when it gets weakened by intellectual inbreeding and first principles fade into stale tradition, a radical fringe eventually appears to blow it up and rebuild from the rubble. Young Gun ultra runners were like Lost Generation writers in the ‘20s, Beat poets in the ‘50s, and rock musicians in the ‘60s: they were poor and ignored and free from all expectations and inhibitions. They were body artists, playing with the palette of human endurance.

Three things I want to do from reading this book.

1. Meet the Tarahumara Indians

2. Run a crazy distance on the mountain trails.

3. Completely barefoot.

Beautiful

Don’t they make a beautiful couple.

Side note: The nostalgia came when He realized that this is the last picture he would be in the middle, or do you think he will try it with Mookie????

How do You

lose a memory card?

Forget his birthday?

and hers too?

I’m going to blame it all on losing my memory card, my internal one that is.