Ah, so jess has introduced glorious self.....wowp dee doo!!..Na just kidding jess!
And so another grand easter filled with fun activities. Examples are: waking up, blinking, yawning, blinking, discovering that the carefully hidden easter eggs had been tasted by a sitanical bunny or a rouge mouse.
Dont get me wrong..i love mice!!!They are wonderful animals and fantastic pets. BUT!! I am also a chocolate lover and what that little rodent did is almost unforgivable. Eating the haloed easter eggs BEFORE easter morning....eating my easter eggs!!
This was the first year that I had bought chocolate from the rest of my family. Totally without self gain..apart from getting choccy's in resiprical. Well, me and dad went to buy the presents together and thus he told me of a great hidding spot...the back of his wardrobe. Smart move maddy, trusting a notorious well intending person. I hate the way good intentions always lead me to say..bugger!
Anyway back the story........I woke had a lovely time blinking away to my hearts content and then relised I had 20 min to eat somthing before church. Good old church. I like the fact that even though to be a functioning catholic you only really have to go to church twice a year. But even the months of preparing for the event doesn't prepare you for the traditional "ye shall wait one hour before recieving the holy communion or god shall insert burning coals in body opennings and the curse of a thousand pointy sticks shall be apon you"(i will have to post the curse of a thousand pointy sticks...its sooooo funny!) .
SO after downing a bowl of coco pops and 1/2 a litre of orange juice(seriously i think i could have drained a swimming pool apart from impracticalities like a drought, lack of straws in the house and who really wants to drink a large puddle of water that people have been marinating in....*shudders*) I had the fastest shower to date and dressed for church.
There is a skill in dressing for church. It can't look too trashy(i dont even own cool clothes let alone trashy ones so i am safe in this department), it can't be to formal, it shouldn't look to rich but it also should say" golly, look at all those pretty lights". Well, that can be replaced by the always popular "I never understood what stress is untill i tried to get dressed for church" look.
I think i pulled it of wonderfully.
So dressed in my black buckle pants and almost cool green flower top I boldly ventured into the church. Churchs' really need parking signs that say "Carpark 3 in now full, anyone wishing to bathe in Gods light should now head for upper level parking". The fact there are three churches on the same road, one after the other, meant that not only was the traffic catholic, it was two other denominations as well. The church's priest is my mother's friend's brother (i kid you not!) so going to church is always more personal. He really tries to get the church involved and boy is it working. He is always making jokes and explains to the non-catholics what is going on.
It was nice. A mass can tell you many things about the people in it and lessons that need to be lernt. One: Catholics may not be able to sing that well, but it doesn't stop us from trying!(ok some,like myself, can sing. ButI am sure that church is the only place some people can sing without having boots thrown at them.)
Two: Never drop the collection (a plate of money passed along for the poor people/ect)..it is really loud.
Three: Try not to trip in the communion line..it really messes things up in the organisation department.
Four: Young children will cry at the worst possible time
Five: bribeing children sometimes works
Six: Don't use two bunny fingers as the sign of peace...older people may be scared
Seven: Don't start clapping for the priest...unless he tells you to
Eight: Readers mumble will mumble if they have their face in a book..know your lines!!
Nine: Praying for more comfortable seats will not work
Ten: Do not use mass as a lame excuse to sleep....use it as a great excuse!
After mass nature called but my loveing parents thought " wouldn't it be nice to torture our child be driveing around for a bit...oh look a houseing place we can drive around in...yay!!". After a hurried trip to the ladies room i went to get the eggs to dritribute to my family. But hark!Look apon thine evil and laugh for it is marked with a shadow of sin. In other words, when i found them a little furry thing with teeth had nibbled at the edges of most of them.
Oh cruel world!Oh tragic fate! Thou hast forsaken me and my chocolaty bounty!!!!!
But any who, easter isn't about chocolate....or is it?
No...its a religious holiday.....
Non-profit...really.The million of dollars made from the money spent on eggs are really given to the needy....
really.
So now i will go and drown my sorrows in my depleted chocolate supply. Maybe i won't give my family those presents....you know. I'm all heart. Saving them from the demons of suger and fat.
Really
