Oh.My.Gosh. Easter is WHEN?!!!???!!!
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Any one else agree that Easter came entirely too early this year?!
I mean, once this weekend is over, we’ve got like one semi-decent holiday on July 4th and then that’s pretty much it for this year’s magic until next Halloween!
I didn’t even see it coming, to tell you the truth. The signs of Spring were all around, I even blogged about it right here at MamaNeedJava, but then every one had the flu for like two weeks and it sucked out all the lead time we had to anticipate Easter. Now its Sunday? Sunday?!
Hubby and I are really excited to go to our first Bat Mitzfah on Saturday, woo hoo! Then I’ll very likely spend Easter laying the groundwork for the chicken run, (oh the joys, the lovely day that will soon come when my kitchen does not have the distinctly musky smell of chicken sh*t. There’s a deeply reflective Easter thought for ya!) And while on the chicken subject, I so can never again bring myself to eat an animal I now call a pet. Just wrong. Their sweet little thighs… that soft warm breast… with SALT AND PEPPER?! Wrong, I tell you!
So yeah, I don’t quite know where this post is going anymore so I guess I’ll move along.
I just realized a day or two ago that Easter is Sunday! My mom didn’t even invite us to dinner this year. Either she’s sick of feeding us (which I doubt) or she forgot too.
(I wouldn’t eat the chicken either… hope they lay eggs!)
ok so you’re not going to gobble or chickies or any chicken? I’ve tried the vegetarian thing, but my rebelliousness kicked in and “you can’t tell me what I can’t do” sort of things happened. Anyway HAPPY EASTER! I’ll miss you guys this year
no Hostile experience…
I don’t think I can eat CHICKEN, period! The shape is no longer some random piece of food- its like A WING! poor thing! Not saying vegetarian, just can’t eat what I call a pet- dogs, cats, rabbits, birds… so long as I don’t get any cows I’ll still willing to eat cow meat here and there. I think…
Seriously, last Easter’s amazing Georgia tree house “hostile” was a DUD, however it makes for interesting memories…
We will be going to a couple’s house from our church for Easter dinner on Sunday. Should be fun!
We miss you too. I think this will be the first Easter that we haven’t had you guys to our house in like 4 years! Gosh, now that I’m all sad and everything…
Yum. Chicken wings
Thats cool man; I expect you to hold off on the cow until at least a year from now, but soon enough you’ll be our little liberal portlandie vegan 
I’m going to miss Susan’s fruit salad too….
oh friend. I don’t even want to think anymore about easter without you and Tim. Too weird. My knees feel all regretful, you know what I mean by that? Of course you do. That’s what best friends are for, its like we read the other’s soul. So glad you are the one who knows all my secrets, man. Miss you BAD. We need to have another 3,000 miles apart girl’s night… man that wine just disappeared… good times…
Oh yeah, and have fun at breakfast with your husband’s ex-girlfriend. I’m not THAT desperate to make local friends, sheesh! Skimming the bottom of the pond, aren’t ya? Call me this weekend, we’ll brainstorm some Friend PR campaigns, perhaps that do not involve our current lover’s ex-lovers. Gotta put those communications degrees to use, huh?
I have to end this really long comment and start skyping you again before people wonder why the heck they are reading this.
TOO LATE.
(Speaking of skyping, if I forget to set mine to “away” tomorrow, just know I’m at storytime and the park with Finn and Ethan, and not intentionally ignoring you! Crazy lady!)
Hey I’m glad I read this comment b/c I’ve been calling you all day and I was like, “Stupid Vivian never puts her away message on!” We really are a kindred spirit.
Breakfast was actually good. She brought her boyfriend and her sister and we all seem to really get along. I’m actually going to their house tonight to play video games. So even though I think thats about as desperate you could be to find a friend, it worked so far….
I’m jealous of storytelling time! (Who am I? Think of your college days)
First of all, I have absolutely no idea who you are referring to there at the end.
Second of all, yay for it working at breakfast! And rock band games sounds really fun, actually! I made a new friend today too! As I was briefly telling you on the phone just now, a gal from our church met us with her two little one’s for coffee and park time. She’s totally laid back and we had a nice little theological discussion where I think we were coming from some similar directions, so it was purty kewl.
Have fun at rock band! Pick the drums, I can picture you rockin out to fake drums, LOL
Umm Hellooo? Doctor Cotton was always saying he’s jealous of sleep and of being late as like a very passive aggressive way to say, “I’m glad you think those things are more important than my class.”
Ok I’m done hoarding the commenting space on your site.
I chickened out with Rock Band Night…lol Tim work opposite hours from me and we never get to go out on dates anymore so he got off and I’m going out with my man
Ohhhh, doc cot! too true!
I can’t believe you chickened out- date night a good excuse though. Sheesh, at this rate you and I will never make local friends! (Oh well, if you can’t beat em, join em… IN PORTLAND!)
Yep, this must end our random and excessive commenting chain. Let’s pinky swear never to do something this lame again, cool?
Ok this brings up some major resentment within me. You always have to be the last one to say bye or end the conversation LOL. I’m totally pinky swearing (no crossies) to keep the comments short and sweet, but you can’t be the last one to end the conversation. Its my turn so thats it; we’re done commenting! I said it, not you!