Hunter-gatherer

I read The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins last week, which totally rocks.  I was so geared up when I finished Sunday evening that I went online to check out what the other books in the series were (it's a trilogy).  I'm such a dummy that I ended up on Wikipedia reading the summary of the series.  I was so disappointed to find out how everything ends and really feel a "spoiler alert" was in order. 

Then I couldn't decide if I should even go ahead and read the remaining books.  Anyway, I am going to finish the series, I'm on the waiting list at the library - that's right I use the library again.  We have a new, fantastic one in town that the kids and I frequent, so I have started taking out books as well.  I'm totally cool.

Here is the synopsis of the book from Amazon.com: 

In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. Long ago the districts waged war on the Capitol and were defeated. As part of the surrender terms, each district agreed to send one boy and one girl to appear in an annual televised event called, “The Hunger Games,” a fight to the death on live TV. Sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives alone with her mother and younger sister, regards it as a death sentence when she is forced to represent her district in the Games. The terrain, rules, and level of audience participation may change but one thing is constant: kill or be killed.

The point of this is, I realized I would be totally screwed if anything remotely apocalyptic happened.  I don't have enough canned reserves, water, or any survival skills for that matter.  I don't even have a flashlight.  I can eat chicken, but could I shoot it, pluck the feathers out and do whatever else you have to do to get some skinless boneless breasts.  No.  Basically I'm in trouble.  I expressed this to Wizz, who tried to convince me that he could take care of our family.  All of the sudden he's an urban hunter-gatherer.  The man is out of his mind.  He often has these surprising stories about things I am not convinced really happened, like the summer he spent branding cattle; sure you did.  I'm not certain he has what it takes to keep us afloat if the grocery stores magically disappear.

So, what am I going to do?  Nothing.  I'm just letting you know, if things go pear-shaped, count us out.  Also, read the book.

M.  

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Comments

[justkeepinitrealfolks]

Be sure to stock up on twinkies. They have no expiration date. The "treat with the treat in the middle" will serve you well for the apocalypse.

[Meg]

Deb - very good suggestion. I should probably grab a few Big Mac combos too, apparently those can sit on a shelf for years!