Mom Jeans

I’ve been reading blogs forever, and the one thing I can’t get over is how mom bloggers are constantly talking about fashion.  There are so many posts about how just because you’re a mom doesn’t mean you need to buy mom jeans.  You’re a person, too!  Be hip and trendy, stop wearing yoga pants, buy a fedora, rock your braids, etc. etc.  There’s a lot of talk in blogdom about “putting yourself first” and “a happy mom means happy kids” and this whole genre of “mom-guilt” about leaving your kids to go do something for you.  It’s giving off the impression that some moms would rather not be moms.  Or would rather have two separate identities–mom, and {insert your first name here}.

And what woman doesn’t want to wear pajama pants all day long?  I cannot even tell you how much I look forward to the hour when I get to come home and pull those puppies on.  Most of the time I don’t even change out of my shirt, just the pants.  And then my hair immediately goes up.  This whole yoga-pants-wearing thing is not a mom-only attribute, and it doesn’t make me less of a person so it won’t make me less of a mom.  What it will do is make me a whole lot more comfortable and will enable me to enjoy my husband and future children knowing that a giant piece of denim elastic won’t cut off my circulation everytime I sit down or bend over.  And I won’t have to be constantly pulling down my dress to I don’t flash the neighbors.

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Before the wedding and immediately following the wedding. Honestly, the bride and groom are probably grateful I just put on clothes.

I’m an just so grateful and so humble that I even get to be a mom. So I’m kind of looking forward to the day I get to buy a pair of straight-legged high-waisted jeans that I can tuck my oversize t-shirt into and slip on my white Keds for a quick jaunt around the neighborhood with the kids loaded in the stroller.  I’m in love with the idea of wearing clothes that shout, “I’M A MOM” to the world because I certainly don’t have a baby belly to prove it.  I just really don’t see why I can’t let my kids be my everything (after Jesus, of course) and why I can’t sit around and complain about how I don’t get to spend enough time with my kids everyday, and how I sometimes I wish I could put them to bed later so I could talk to them more or how I wish I could wake them up early just so we can sneak down to Dunkin’ Donuts before Dad wakes up.  Because I’ve already missed more of their lives than I wanted to in the first place.  And I’m really okay with spending every waking moment with them if only to try to make up for not being there before.  And all you moms reading this who are shaking their heads and muttering, “Just give it a couple months, weeks even, and she’ll be singing a different tune,” well, I just really don’t think so.

So while I can’t really dress a bump, and I don’t really have a reason to jet off to the mall and buy all new clothes, I certainly can accessorize what I already have.  And I absolutely love this necklace from Starburst Studio.  It’s cute, and its chunky beads are in line with what (I hear) is trendy right now.  It also seems durable, since foster daughter loved it so much she insisted on wearing it most of the day yesterday, and it withstood little girl wanderings.   And honestly, if my little girl loves it, then I call that a win in my book.  (She’s pretty fashion forward, so I think she knows what she’s talking about.)

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Katie from Starburst Studio has graciously offered up a necklace for one of you to wear!  The rules for entry are below.  And be sure to check out her shop or Instagram–she has flash sales ALL the time, so you won’t want to miss that.

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To enter Slightly Overrated and Starburst Studio Giveaway:

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#FridayReads: The Giver

Okay, let me admit something to you right now.

I have never read The Giver.

I know.  You’re shocked.  It’s a dirty secret I’ve kept my entire life, too ashamed to even tell my husband.  And when I realized my short term sub assignment was happening right in the middle of them reading the book, I decided it was probably time to come clean.  {I know this feels sarcasm, but really it’s not.  My husband went around for days after I told him that I was reading it for just the first time muttering, “I can’t believe, I just can’t believe.”}

ANYWAY.  I read it.  Quickly.  And you know what?  I was unimpressively impressed.

So it’s about a boy who lives in this society who promotes Sameness.  Everyone looks the same, acts the same, and follows the same rules.  Adults have to apply to obtain a spouse, and then that family unit has to apply to obtain children who are birthed from designated Birthmothers.  At the age of twelve, all the children are given their assignment, and Jonas, the protagonist, is assigned the job of The Receiver of Memory.  So he goes to the current Receiver–who becomes The Giver–and slowly has all the world’s memories transferred onto him.  And then obviously, and predictably, Jonas wants to change the society.

And when I was finished I was just.so.mad.

There are so many YA books/series that have stolen this plot! The poor Hunger Games trilogy will be viewed in a new way.  Divergent is no longer so “unique.” And don’t even get me started on my dearly beloved Matched Trilogy, which probably violated The Giver‘s plotline worst of all.

So now I’m so mad that I didn’t know all these books stemmed from this one that set before it.  My blissful ignorance has been shattered.  And I am so very torn up about it.

But really though, I thought that The Giver should’ve been about 80 pages longer.  Maybe that’s because I’m used to reading these long, drawn out series that are becoming so popular, but I have to agree with my students that the little action and all the details can make for a boring read.  I devoured it in a weekend because I was desperate to know more, but there wasn’t any more to know.  And I hated the ending.  Where did he go?  What happened to his community? Why aren’t there more details???  How could Lois Lowry do such a thing to me?!

Or, did Lowry really get it right all along?  I mean, after all, she did stop when she’s ahead.  And probably the best cliff hanger of all time.

And now I can jump on the hate train and bash all this nonsense about how the trailer for the movie doesn’t look anything like the book (while I secretly harbor intense opinions about how I think the movie will actually be a lot better than the book).

Am I the only one who didn’t like Frozen???

Apparently I’m the only person on the planet who pretty much hated Disney’s Frozen.  I mean, the thing even got nominated for/won an Oscar (right?). Rotten Tomatoes gave it almost 5 stars. And people rave on and on and on about how good it is.

To be honest, I don’t get it.

1.  The song lyrics were terrible.  Disney has done a WAY better job at their lyrics in the past.  Just take The Little Mermaid or Beauty and the Beast.  Or for something more recent, Tangled.  Tangled had much better lyrics to their songs than Frozen.

2.  Kristen Bell should not sing.  Just no.

3.  I couldn’t stand the whole “I fell in love with you after only an hour” storyline.  I know it basically happens in all romantic comedies, but in a kid movie I didn’t care for it.  And don’t even get me started on those song lyrics.

4.  I don’t get the whole toad/gnome/green people thing.  They should’ve never appeared.

5. Kristoff was boring.  And Sven was only almost funny.

6.  The fact that Olaf wasn’t in the movie from the beginning was stupid.  He was literally the best thing that happened to the movie and he only appeared after 45 long, boring minutes.  And then he was so awesome.  I think he’s the best character Pixar has put out in a very long time.  My theory is that because the movie ended with him, you forgot how terrible it actually was.

So, anyone else out there that doesn’t get all the hype about it?

#FridayReads: A very interesting plot & a personal giveaway

I’m officially part of BookLook Bloggers, and I’ve finally had a chance to finish the book they sent me a while ago.  (I promise I read it all guys!  Things have just been really stupid crazy over here.)  From what I gather, I think most (if not all) of the books are part of HarperCollins’s Christian publishing brand.  Which completely makes sense if you start reading the titles they have.

I will be completely honest with you.  I HATE Christian fiction.  I mean, there are some quality books out there, sure, but about 98% of the time the books are stupid, have bad writing, faulty plot lines, and are in general just bad bad bad.  But I didn’t know that’s what these books were.  I thought I had picked a non-Christian book.  But I didn’t.  I picked Stranger Things by Erin Healy.

I won’t go as far as saying that Erin Healy redeemed the entire Christian-fiction genre.  But I will whole-heartedly admit that this book superseded my expectations and made me think that there could be hope for the genre after all.

Okay, without further ado, my review.

In a nutshell, the book is about human trafficking.  Which caught me off guard, because who writes a book about that?  I mean, who writes a book about human trafficking that doesn’t come off as sordid or seedy?  Erin Healy does.  And she does it very well, I might add.

Serena Diaz is a high school Biology teacher who is accused of molesting one of her students, Brock Anderson.  Her parents have run a safe house for trafficked girls for about 30 years, so it’s sort of ironic that she would be accused of doing the opposite of what they’re trying to end.  She is also accused of being involved in the human trafficking movement by the Fire Followers, an organization whose entire intent is to rescue trafficked girls.  She has no idea that when she enters the school building one morning that her entire life is going to change in an instant.  (I tried to find a less cliched way of saying that, but I couldn’t.)

What I hate about the book is that Healy uses about 50 different viewpoints to tell the story.  (Not really.  More like 8.)  So it’s really hard to set it down and pick up a few days later, because you have to remember who’s telling the story and what time frame they’re in at the moment.  I also hate the weight that a plot like this one has, because it doesn’t make for an easy read.  The plot moves quickly, there’s a lot of suspense, but when you’re reading about something so heavy you just need to get a break from it sometimes.

That being said, with all the things this book juggles–intricate plotlines, numerous viewpoints, a huge cast of characters–Healy handles it all with finesse.  Not once does she drop the ball or forget a detail and it doesn’t end so suddenly you can’t figure out how we got there.  The plot line continually moves along and pushes forward to an very non-contrite ending.  Albeit a predictably happy one.  (Happy in the sense that everyone is fine, although there are definitely life issues everyone needs to work out.)

I’d probably gives this three gold stars, a thumbs up, and five smiley faces.  And a wish that this would someday be a movie (because I think Hollywood would actually do good with this one).

And I liked it enough that I’d like to give you my copy for you to read!  All you need to do to enter this mini-giveaway is one (or both!) of two things:

1.  Share this review on Facebook or Instagram
2. Comment below with your favorite Christian fiction book.

I’ll pick a winner next Tuesday and send the book to your mailbox.

Happy weekend!

#FridayReads: The one you’ve all been waiting for.

Okay, so YOU probably haven’t been waiting for this review.  But I’ve certainly been waiting a very long time to finish this series and post my thoughts.

Oh dear, dear Veronica Roth.  You are amazing.  And you suck so terribly.  But alas, so amazing.

What I love most about the series is that the entire trilogy is one long story.  None of them can stand alone.  With The Hunger Games, the first book is awesome, but you can’t read the second without the third and vice versa.  With Harry Potter, each book has a beginning and and end, but yet they’re all connected.  Even with The Wolves of Mercy Falls trilogy, there’s a beginning and end to each book, but you still can’t’ read the second without the third.  Not so with Divergent.  You can’t read one without the other without the other.  And she weaves such a beautiful story throughout.

There are a bazillion different things I could write about.  Like I could post the summary, but chances are you’ve already read it and don’t care.  Or you haven’t read it and won’t read this post in case there are spoilers.  I could compare this book to The Hunger Games trilogy.  But I’m guessing you could find a million of those posts all over the interwebs.  I could also write about the this whole Utopian/post-apocalyptic theme that’s running in YA literature.  But that’s another post for another time (and another website.

Instead, what I’m going to write about are the characters.
Because, oh man, these characters.

I’ve written before about how I’ve found the best characters in 21st century literature.  But I’m going to have to amend that statement by saying that Celia and Marco are the best characters in ADULT literature.  Because I have learned that Tris and Four are the best characters in YA literature.


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First, I have to commend the author on the amazing job she did on making an entire dystopian world so very real.  The second I started reading I felt like I was Beatrice, I was living in her city, and I would’ve left Abnegation to go to Dauntless, too.  And then throughout her entire initiation process I felt like I was also a Dauntless initiate.  And I cried at the end of Divergent–which made my students look at me weird–and I audibly gasped aloud saying, “OH EM GEE” at the end of Insurgent–which also made those students look at me weird–and I bawled my eyes out at the end of Allegiant–which made the husband roll his eyes.

What I love about Tris and Four are their chemistry.  But not they’re lovey-dovey, can’t live without each other, let me stroke your jawline chemistry.  More their motivations for leaving Abnegation and their determination at being Dauntless, and their sense of protecting each other and their loved ones.  They’re insightful, well-rounded, well-developed characters hardened by their past, their present, and their future.  They take on the world just the two of them because that’s the only one they have and the only one they trust. (And for good reason.  There are some whacked out characters in this series.)  The two of them steam off the page and tell their story in front of my eyes.

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But even if Tris and Four weren’t so steamy, their individual characters would be just as palpable.  It’s a case where the two are certainly better together, but even a story about just one of them would get me reeling and wanting more.  They’re strong and mature and don’t take things lightly.  They’re also a little juxtaposed throughout the story.  Tris wants to leave Abnegation in order that she might figure out who she is.  Four has spent so long ignoring his old life that he has created a persona of himself, and it isn’t until he finds Tris that he realizes he hasn’t grieved his past and that he doesn’t know himself as well as he thought.

I think most people could argue that this book is all about mindsets and points of views and what happens when one group of people think themselves higher than another.  It could almost be a reflection of today’s society.  And I’d agree with those people.  But I think more than that this is a book about identity–another common YA lit theme–about how events and people shape who you are and how your choices can define you.

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And that ending, oh my gosh that ending.  It was so wrong and perfect all at the same time.  I loved what she wrote and hated that she did it.  It was so appropriate and just reinforced the entire theme of making choices that will define you as a person, that no one is ever who you think they are, and that it takes more than just one person to tell a story.

If you haven’t read this trilogy yet, DON’T!  At least, don’t start until you have access to all three books.  I started it before Allegiant was published, and then was number 110394320 in line at the library to get it after it came out and it drove me bonkers.  So if you don’t plan on purchasing all three right away, then wait until you can get it easily at the library.  Because once you start, I promise you won’t want to finish.

A photo wall and a giveaway

I’m still nesting over here.  And besides a second shelf and clothes hanger rod in the closet, the room is just about as complete as it can get before an actual kid moves in here.  But one thing I really wanted to do in the room is fill it up with some feel-good prints:  scriptures, words of affirmation, pictures of our family and theirs, etc.  I’m leaving a few frames blank because I want to fill them with family portraits and allow them to frame pictures of birth-family or foster-family that they want displayed.

So here’s the semi-finished product.  Semi, because I don’t really like it, but I can’t put my finger on why.  Help me out:  is it the lack of uniform frames?  Should they be all black?  Should I put the canvases somewhere else?  Is it just the blank frames that aren’t right?  Is it not spaced properly?  There’s too many holes in the wall for me to just try again, and I’m not a perfectionist (or patient) enough to do that trick with the paper and tape.  So what’s wrong with it?

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No matter how stupid it looks now, I’m still loving the idea behind it, and I can’t wait to continue to fill it up and flesh it out until it’s perfect.  And hey, how much do you love this “For this child I have prayed” print from Hey Normal Day shop?

I had emailed Lindsay a while ago asking if she’d like to partner with me for a blog review and giveaway, and she quickly replied yes.  Her stuff is beautiful, and I was nervous that when I got my hands on it it wouldn’t be as pretty as the pictures in her shop.  (Don’t you hate when the product looks better online than it does in person?)  But I was pleasantly surprised when I saw it! It’s hand-lettered and printed on some sort of glossy-type paper I think, because it has that finished look of a photo–sort of shiny, you know?  And I also love how centered and straight it is.  Most of the time hand-drawings are just a tad off-center and a little tilted.  But not this.

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In addition to sending me my own print, she’s also graciously sent one for my readers to win!  So be sure to enter the giveaway below and you could have the chance to win this pretty thing: And if you want more, be sure to check out her shop.

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You can use the discount code ADOPT20 for 20% off anything in her shop from now until March 31st. 

Here’s how to enter:
//One entry for each item done for a total of 6 entries per person//

1.  Like Slightly Overrated with a Hint of Lime on Facebook
2.  Like Hey Normal Day Shop on Facebook
3. Follow @caitlinmfrost on Instagram
4.  Follow @heynormaldayshop on Instagram
5.  Tweet about the giveaway and tag @caitlinmfrost

//You MUST leave a comment telling me which of the above you completed so I can verify your entries//
//Giveaway ends Thursday, March 6th//

#FridayReads: A cute & random find

It’s been a while, but here’s a #FridayReads for your Valentine’s Day.

I’ve been looking for escape literature lately.  Not the amazing writing kind that takes me to different places.  The chick lit, predictable kind that gets me swept up in the story and allows me to forget where I am.

I stumbled upon Emily and Einstein by Linda Francis Lee and was pleasantly surprised.

After reading the first two pages, I figured out the plot. Spoiler Alert:  when the husband dies, his soul is transported into the dog’s body and Emily adopts him.  Yeah, super corny, right?

But that’s what chick lit basically is, corny and predictable.  But Lee did a great job not making the soul-in-a-dog plot too over the top and ridiculous.  This book even had some depth to it.

Emily works as an editor at a publishing company.  After her husband, Sandy, dies she realizes there had been a lot of lies about her marriage and her life in general.  She struggles with her loss and with realizing all the lies Sandy kept from her.  When her sister comes to visit, bringing news about their mother–a woman activist who raised two almost opposite daughters–she realizes that most of what she thought about her sister, her mother, and her life with them was not what she thought it was either.  As she tries to get past the loss of Sandy and the lies she’s discovering, she realizes she has to get past her emotional baggage, too.

Meanwhile, Sandy is in the dog’s body, Einstein, and he gets to tell his side of the story, too.  (That’s probably the weirdest part.)  He’s all mad that he’s a dog and this mysterious old man who tells him if he helps his wife he’ll become some sort of awesome soul or something.  So Einstein tries to help his wife to get back on her feet.

It’s a book about self-discovery and new starts.  I may not read it again, but I enjoyed the story well enough. It kept me entertained on a dull, sub day at the high school.