Happy Easter

 
I love long weekends, and this one was no exception 🙂
 
It kicked off Thursday night by heading to London to visit Greg. I stayed until Saturday evening and while there I did a whole lot of really cool things.  I met some great people, I saw cows get milked, I got to pet some goats, and I got to witness a calf sucking on someones fingers which sounds like it would be cute, but caused me to have grossed out convulsions.  I also showed my true city colors when I got excited over a real pitch-fork stuck in a real bale of hay… a totally authentic farm scene 🙂
 
I also went bowling for the first time, and for future reference… I didnt have some secret talent stored away.  I truly suck at it, but I had a lot of fun and would do it again.  I did however break a thumb nail inside a bowling ball and even my emergency emery-board that I carry on me at all times wasnt enough to save it 😦  So sad.
 
There was so much more that happened but you’ll have to trust me — it was a great weekend!  The drive home from London was uneventful and peaceful and I arrived home in time to snuggle up with my cat and go to sleep.
 
This morning I went to church and it was a terrific service.  I think in a lot of ways an Easter service can be more moving than a Christmas service, and todays was food for thought.  I wish every sunday morning was treated like a holiday… it would be so great to feel that spark every week.
 
Afterwards I went to moms and arrived just in time to catch some good old fashion family chaos 🙂  At some point in the first 10 minutes Sarah found the silly string mom had hidden and was wreaking havoc on everyone.  If silly string sits in a can long enough it becomes very moist and goey… and this was its current state as Sarah took aim and gave me a face full.
 
Forgetting that I’m an adult, or that there were other people around, or that I’m SUPPOSED to be responsible — I grabbed the sqeezable bottle of mustard out of the fridge, opened it and followed Sarah into the bathroom.  Two seconds later her screams could be heard into the next town 😛  Of course, pregnant or not she still had the strength to pin me in the middle of the kitchen and was about to change my opinion of mustard when momma intercepted and saved me 🙂
 
Becky made me an Easter card and colored me a picture, and Noah gave me a dead snail he’d been saving for me (NEVER tell kids you eat escargo).  Noah was expectantly waiting for me to devour it so I explained I only eat them with cheese.  Two minutes later he was distracted (thankfully!) by his uncle Franky as he rushed at me with a brick of cheddar — oi.  I in return gave them the easter egg decorating kit I picked up in London and after a long and tasty dinner the 3 of us sat down with a dozen hard boiled eggs and got at it.  Once the eggs were done and the kids satisfied with our time spent together I turned my attention to momma and we had a nice visit together too. 
 
 
All in all, it was a fabulous long weekend and I couldnt be happier 🙂  The only thing that would have made it better would have been for Joan and her family to be down here (haha, I mushed :P) and of course, for it to be longer.
 
Happy Easter Everybody 🙂
 
 
 
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4 comments

  1. y’know, noah’s getting to an age where he can read all about your lies on the internet.  cheese?!  come on!  why didn’t you just tell him that you don’t eat them when they’re dead?!

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  2. BECAUSE… its going to be hard enough this summer when he’s bringing me dead ones to eat.  If I tell him i only eat them alive then I’ll really be in hot water… I’ll have to think of something 🙂

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  3. Well I know you are a big mush but I guess I expected nothing else….p:
    On another not looking forward to saterday……lol
    I don’t get out much anymore……

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  4. And you know he will bring them to you just so that he can watch and crindge all at the same time or you might even inspire my baby to do the same…….p: PLEASE DON’T that is yucky…….lol

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