Saturday, April 7, 2012

Parental Advisery is Advised....

I have to be honest, and must confess that believing in the Easter Bunny was very difficult for me as a child. No offense to my parents, because they did a great job with every holiday. They made sure to include all the special details and gave my brother, sister, and me anything that allowed us to have a wonderful childhood. Cripes, I believed in Santa Claus up until 6th grade!

BUT, that Peter Cotton Tail never made any sense to me.

When I have children I am not ever sure of the correct story to give them! Where does this bunny live? How does he travel, and in what time frame? How does he carry all those baskets? How big is this bunny? The questions are endless.

Sure, Santa has elves, lives in the North Pole, travels by sleigh pulled by 8 reindeer (or is it 9?), loves milk and cookies, and has a magical bag that holds a gazillion presents. Duh, I know all this.

You know those "Easter Bunnies" at the mall? Is that the actual size of THE Easter Bunny? If so, holy hell-- that could be scary.

Don't get me wrong, I do not want to be known as the Scrooge of Easter, but I hope I have enough time to figure this thing out before I have children in 8 years.

Happy Easter!!!!

Wishing everyone a happy holiday, enjoy time with your family and loved ones!

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

24 Going on 40

I gotta tell ya, getting old sure does suck.

This weekend I went out, and by went out I mean stayed out past midnight! Yep, still got it in me. It is currently Wednesday and I am still not caught up on my sleep. Par-tayyy animal.

Ah, to be young again.

People always say, "You're young- live life!" To those who think I don't live my life, I am perfectly content with staying in on a Friday/Saturday night with Johnny, watching hours of  Diners, Drive-In's, and Dives. Guy Fieri has the best job, and the worst roots.

Besides the recovery of going out, finding something to wear to go out is a very difficult task. As a 24 year old I do NOT want to be dressed like a skank, and I certainly do NOT want to be dressed like Old Mother Hubbard.  What do you kids even wear now a days?

Any way, here is proof that I am alive and that I still have fun...

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