But I'll be doling it out in little bits. I missed a Ten On Tuesday, although I did write the post, but was boring the heck out of myself and decided not to spread the wealth of boredom on that one. The highlights of foods I don't like? Twinkies. And some people actually deep fry them and then eat them. As if they aren't disgusting enough on their own. I just broke a rule that I have tried to teach my kids, never to say that something other people like is disgusting or put it down. You must just say, "I don't prefer that." Much nicer. And then there is this little story:
Soda. Okay, I really hate soda. As a kid I would drink birch beer on the Atlantic City Boardwalk while vacationing (my mom's family lived down there and I was born there), and root beer the few times we would fast food, which was confined to the rare occasions of travel and a couple of times per year when my parents would go out. My father would either go for the pick up or if we were in the car with him, we would have to wait (pre-drive-thru) and then we would eat in the car. He didn't like special orders so even though I wanted a cheeseburger and root beer, he would only order four hamburgers, four small fries and four cokes. I hated coke. I never drink soda now. Or anything fizzy actually. I just cannot stand that bubbly feeling in my chest.
After that I planned on posting every day. I have socks, a shawl, a sweater (don't get too excited, it's a toddler sweater) all finished and a serious case of startitis. I don't feel like writing any of those posts now so this is what you get.
Did you have a nice Easter? Or Sunday? Whichever it was for you? We did. I went to church, which I had no intention of doing, but Meg was here and getting ready which was just the nudge I needed. I'm so glad I didn't miss church, Easter isn't the same unless I go. We sang the standard Easter fare, but not the most fun hymn and we were bummed. So we sang it around the house all morning and we rock it out with more dramatic effect than those people. We were not as cute as these three though:
Among others, we did sing this one, as did almost every church-going Christian in America. I have to say, we sounded a lot better. In our own minds.
Alrighty then. I know what you are all really wondering. "What the heck did she wear to Easter Sunday Service?!" That is the important thing on Easter right? Clothing is one of the things that was keeping me from going. I had nothing I felt like wearing and really wanted to wear jeans. I compromised and wore my Indigo Ripples Skirt, out of denim yarn and digging around for a shawl to throw over my white blouse I rediscoverd a long ago knitted Shapely Shawlette. Just the ticket!
The perfect size and shape for the day. I made this shawl a lot of years ago, maybe eight or nine, something like that. I kinda love it and can't figure out why I haven't worn it in years. I love the pin I have holding it together:
Cute, right? This is me trying to take a picture of myself:
Never the best idea, but we bloggers persist in doing it, don't we?
Fifty-two. Even Meagan is complaining about the absence of a new post around here. Happy Meg?