Color Me Easter

Easter is one of those holidays that I absolutely LOVED as a kid. We got to color Easter eggs, go to the family Easter egg hunt, and get some fabulous new outfit.

So this year I decided it was high time that I got around to coloring Easter eggs again. Luckily, Fielding's sister let me borrow her daughter and we colored some eggs a couple of weeks before Easter. She was SO EXCITED! (Trust me that's what she said in the first picture.)


From there it just kept getting better. She was obsessed with the purple (because it's her favorite). She just wanted to keep dropping the eggs into the different colors to see what they would look like. As soon as one egg was out of the color she would want another one put into the color.


I totally forget all of my skills that I had mastered as a child though. It took me a while to remember that you can actually color the egg different colors and use the wax crayon to draw additional details on the eggs. Luckily, Fielding's dad remembered and started us creating some fabulous eggs. (Neon blue egg with hot pink polka dots, Yellow and Green, purple and pink, etc.)


It was great fun to color Easter eggs again. Some of the best parts were after we finished coloring the Easter eggs though. Lily kept saying thank you and then she wanted to eat some of the eggs.

No big deal right? Well...I guess there aren't too many people who still get around to coloring Easter eggs. She cracked one open and threw it in the garbage can because she thought there was candy inside. Lol. It was SO funny to see her face and hear her tell us that there wasn't any candy inside.

It reminded me of so many memories from when I was a kid. Memories of my grandpa and the Easter party tradition he put in place for my family. I'm pretty sure that I can speak for all of us grandkids and say that it is a favorite of ours even as adults.

It's all a big deal. We break up the group into kids and adults with separate hunting grounds for each.

We have to pass out bags for all the loot we're hoping to get and then the anticipation begins to build.




I still don't think any of you understand just HOW much we LOVE our Easter egg hunt. Seriously, this picture is just the adults. It doesn't include the ten or twenty kids that already ran through the lawn collecting loot.

Obviously, there weren't a large number of pictures taken after this point because we were all set on hunting loot and Easter eggs. I got several random food items and four eggs. Before you criticize the fact that I only found four eggs, I'll have you know that there were fifty of them hidden and most people found three or less eggs. But because my grandpa wanted this to be fun for everyone, we have to make sure that everyone has at least one egg.

*Sigh* there went two of my eggs, even before I knew what prize was attached to them. Number 6 went to Celeste and number 48 went to James. And with each parting, I courteously told them that they'd better not win something fabulous. I guess karma wasn't with me (or maybe it was my courteous wish or Celeste's karma). Celeste got the "winning egg"! What!?! Oy! Why, oh why didn't I give up a different number. Oh well. I guess I'll just have to do better next year.

But don't let that make you think that is ALL our Easter party is about. There's always fabulous food and the candy count. (I've only won once in all my years.) The best part is still getting the chance to catch up with family, creating new memories, and keeping our family traditions going. I love them and I can't wait until next year when we get to do it once again.

Screaming inside my head

I'd love to take a moment to basque in some story full of pithy quips, but it's the end of the semester and my work is prepping for an external audit so it will have to wait.

I'm sorry, but please note that there are little people running around in my head screaming at the top of their lungs. I'm sure you understand.

I will take a moment to say that coloring Easter eggs with Fielding's niece was a lot of fun. I'll have to see what pictures Fielding has of the event and post them after the madness has passed.

*sigh* back to work, school work that is.

Too close

Oy! I don't know what to say about society any longer. There are a million and one ways for people to find out what is happening in your life. There are a million and one people who want to be able to see what you have to say, but very few of them care what you have to say. (Or at least that would be my assumption from the few comments.)

Do people really care THIS much? I don't know that they really do care that much. Instead, I think there are too many people who get caught up trying to figure out what everyone else is doing so they can decide what they should be doing.

Instead why don't we all try to be genuinely interested or genuinely happy without worrying if we have what they have or if we've accomplished what they've accomplished.

Caveat: I totally understand that this blog is public and I'm okay with that. That is the point to my blog. It means that I get to throw my opinions out there and anyone who chooses to read it does so of their own decision. (And yes, any comments I get I do appreciate.) This also would apply to anyone's cyber stalking of public sites. It's public. If you don't want it out there don't put it out there.

Also, recognize that sometimes people aren't willing to accept you because they don't want you to see what they write, aren't interested in telling you what is going on in their lives, or maybe they would prefer to practice an time old tradition of catching up occasionally at social events or maybe over lunch.

Okay, so basically this ended up being a rant, but I refuse to be bullied into letting people closer to me than I'm willing. So...get over it. (or watch the South Park episode about fb.)

Also, a word of caution. Don't let the advances in technology pull you away from who you are. There are SO many people now a days that are caught up in it all and end up walking away or destroying some of the most important relationships you can have in your life. Words become cheap, trust becomes fodder, and love a sacrifice.

Curses

For the past couple of weeks any time someone asked how things were going, I'd shrug and tell them it's normal. Nothing exciting one way or the other. And now that I've thrown statements like that out into the universe it's come back to get me.

So just an FYI, if you ever think that your life is too boring just find the happiness in it. There's so much more for us to love about a boring life. A boring life means you don't have anything in your life causing you stress. No stress about money and how you're going to pay your bills. No stress about doing things just right. No misunderstandings, arguments, or frustrations with your spouse.

Overall, I guess I'm saying that we should be happy with the simple every day joys in our lives. If we don't remember to notice those things we're likely to find ourselves being reminded.

Did you buy a turkey

I got woken up yesterday (Friday) morning shortly after 2 A.M. by Fielding coming in to bed. (He's been sick and not able to sleep.) I had fallen asleep several hours before and had shifted to the middle of the bed while I slept. (You have to take advantage when you can.) I shifted over ready to fall back asleep only to hear Fielding ask, 'Did you buy a turkey?' What!?!? (Anyone who knows me knows I don't really cook, especially dead things. Secondly, I thought only the sleeping person said weird stuff. Thirdly, I start wondering if I was supposed to have bought a turkey.) What I ask him, thinking he'd lost his mind. 'Did you buy a turkey?' Still confused and wanting to go back to sleep, 'What are you talking about'. The bed feels like it's preheated to cook a turkey. Oy! Okay, so I sleep hot, so what. I swear to you there is always one person of a couple that sleeps hot and the other one sleeps cold.

Six Years plus

Okay...I'm going to be lame and just say it.

Fielding and I have been married for over six years now. It hasn't been perfect, but he's been perfect for me. He always tries to make sure that I'm happy or if there's anything he can do to make my day better. He's not a traditional romantic, but I think I'm getting to the point that I appreciate his own romantic notions better. What can I say? He may not be the type of person I thought I would end up with, but he's exactly who I love being with.

Lub you babe!

Outside of that life is normal. Still going to school, still working, still dealing with life. =) I guess I could say I started working out, but mostly I've just got the cloths. Now I want shoes. I <3 shoes.

Oh, and we added another kid to the family. That would be Kristy's family. She's the proud mom of Paisley Lyn and so far Gage thinks she's fantastic. Waiting on another one in May from my sister, Kaylene. (Man, do my siblings work it!)

Introducing my bag

So I decided to use my blog to help me do my homework. See productive.

My first speech in my COMM1020 class is called "That's My Bag". It's basically an introductory speech about yourself using three items that represent you. I had originally discarded the past, present, and future option from the style of speech, but I think that's the one I'm going to go with.

My objects are...Okay, so this is part of where I get stuck. I'm pretty sure I know where I want to go with the speech, but I'm not really certain what objects to pair with the sections.

I know I want to play off of my obsession with the Asian culture. When I was a kid my favorite food was Ramen and my greatest goal was to become more Asian (difficult for a white girl who's biological parents are white.) I would actually spend time in the bathroom pulling the edges of my eyes back, letting go, and thinking they looked a bit more almond shaped than they had before. I thought almond shaped eyes and Asians looked quite lovely and I was going to be one.

College helped allow me to follow this obsession through both TaeKwon Do and Kung Fu classes. I remember Fielding walking in to the class the first day and wanting to get to know him. The instructor knew him from before and said he'd just gotten off his mission. (Yeah, like a year before.) Outside of the obvious fact that he was cute. He was also really happy and I was certain he had some interesting stories to tell. Unfortunately, Fielding wasn't really into being social and I practically had to stalk him (I know I'm creepy). But luckily, Fielding finally got around to talking with me and decided even though I was crazy (WAY too much energy for him) I was pretty cool. Then he decided I was cool enough to marry even if I wasn't the kind of girl he originally thought he'd marry.

But though marriage is amazing, it also can impact our life plans. Fielding and I both stopped going to school for a while and I finally got back in school two years ago to finish my Bachelors I'd started almost 8 years ago. (Wow, that's a really freaking long time ago.) I'm pursuing my Bachelors in History with a minor in Political Science and am hoping to finish by the end of this year or early next year. From there we'll just see what the future has in store.

hmm...I don't know why, but I feel like I'm still missing the paragraph about my future because my graduation (or expected, anticipated, insert other appropriate word) seems much more immediate than the 'future'. HA! Eureka!!! Brilliance. I totally just came up with the third object I need. An giant empty jar my aunt gave us for Christmas. (I know it might sound like a weird and random gift, but it really did and does still make sense. Find the book Penny's Christmas Jar Miracle then it will make sense.)

Empty jar representing all the hopes and dreams I want from life. I may not have any specific goals, but I do know that I want to be happy with Fielding doing whatever God has in the works for us. (See I told you, brilliant.) =) Also, did I mention my two weeks? Yup. Doing good.

Okay, I think I've got it so I'll leave you all alone now with my ramblings. =)