My new song to the tune of the 12 days of Christmas: “On the first day of vacation, the universe gave to me, a dog who couldn’t wait to pee.”
Hope you had a nice Easter. In case you didn’t see these photos on Facebook they are from Easter 1958 and 1959 when I was 3 and 4. I remember getting all dressed up to go to church and having to wear black patent leather shoes — I hated those except they were great to rub together and make the most annoying sound. I couldn’t wait to get home and put on my play clothes. I was never much of a girlie girl although I was (and still am) cute as the dickens. By the way, on the 1959 picture note the Easter bonnet (I believe Peter asked me there it was in the 1958 photo) and the white gloves.
So here’s a question … if you are on vacation does “vacation” start when you leave work or does “vacation” start the first day when you are suppose to be at work but you are not? Well either way, I’m not vacation until next Monday the 16th or until 4:00 this Friday — depending on what you call ‘vacation.” I have no plans at all for the entire week. So since I have nothing to do I wanted to get up early and start doing nothing. Well actually Freckles wanted us to get up early and start doing nothing. Of course, she is back in bed now — and what the heck I could join her but I may wait until later. I love to take afternoon naps. They are better than ice cream!
Well I better hurry up and do nothing. I’ll let you know how it’s going.
I’m not what you would call a church going person, but I have a hard time believing that when Jesus was dying on the cross he thought to himself “I hope someday people remember this in a nice confectionery treat or on a pair of whimsical socks.” By the way, the Cross is kosher.
I keep expecting a picture of the Easter bunny waiting outside the tomb with Mary and Martha and a nice basket filled with colorful eggs and treats.
There’s no place like sleeping in; there’s no place like sleeping in. Well s*it I closed my eyes and clicked my heels and I’m still awake and ready for work.
I’m taking a week off in May — three weeks from now — I desperately need a week or a month or a year off. It will be a staycation but I like hanging out at home. Now all I have to do is take out a small loan so I can go for long drives in my car, which is my favorite thing to do on a staycation. On Good Friday I drove over to my friend’s mom (my sparent) to take her out to the cemetery. There is a gas station on the corner about four blocks from her house. Gas was $3.79 when I went to pick her up and $3.95 when I left. It went up 16 cents in an hour. I’m not going to drive past that station again just in case I made that happen — I have that kind of power you know.
I hope if you celebrate Easter you had a nice day. I looked out my window last night and there were two young women walking down the street in bunny outfits. Now by bunny outfits I’m not referring to Peter Rabbit although these outfits tend to have a strong affect on the Peters of the world. Yes they were dressed as Heffers and I thought to my agnostic self “Well Jesus I’ll bet seeing this makes you think ‘Boy was that worth all the pain I went through’.”
I had to buy it … I just had to. A candy cross. Every year I see this I am still amazed that someone continues to make it. Perhaps it’s because people like me continue to buy them. And even better yet, if you read the ingredients you will find that they are Kosher. I’m not a religious person but I just don’t think Jesus died on the cross so we it could be commemorated in a tasty little snack. I’m waiting for marshmallow Peeps in the shape of the apostles. Remember you read it here first.
Going to be in the 50’s today. I may have to run naked through the streets. No I think after this winter people have suffered enough.
You know with this look … I can’t imagine why I never pursued a career as a Playboy Bunny … a demented bunny for sure but still.
Happy Easter. Here in Minneapolis we have a beautiful day. I live near the Basilica of St. Mary in downtown Minneapolis so last night I could hear the Easter eve bells ring every hour and this morning at 8:30 they were ringing as I took Mz. Freckles for a walk in the park. What a great way to start the day.
Now for the family thing … I use to ask my mother “Did we have a really slow milkman or mailman?” because I was sure my brother and I couldn’t come from the same two parents. Even when she was in the hospital dying I had to ask one more time. It made us both laugh – I remember that. But, back to my family. I have been invited to “brunch” at my brother’s home — at 1:00. Who eats brunch at 1:00? And I am willing to bet it will be 2:00. My brother is lucky to have married a woman who shared his slower pace in life. If you invite them over and hope to eat at 6:30 you tell them 5:30. And dinner is almost always served around 8 or 9:00. I think they are doing that New Yorker thing in Minneapolis which is hard on those of us, like me, who are doing that Minneapolis thing.
My favorite Easter memory is when one year my dad put chocolate covered raisins on the carpet in the living room near our Easter baskets and then picked one up, smelled it, popped it in his mouth and said “I hate it when that bunny poops all over the place” and continued to eat the bunny droppings. And people wonder why I turned out the way I did.