Memories of Easter and a Questionable Tradition of Materialism

Happy Easter everyone!!!

Actually, today, I woke up thinking, "What's the big deal, anyway?" This birthday is celebrating the ... resuurection of Jesus Christ? .... I'm not sure. And before you stone me, let me inform you that some people do not know. Not all people where educated on Christian history. But I didn't write this to dicsuss religion and politics. Although I may hint on it later. Who else grew up hunting Easter Eggs?

Some of the best Easter Egg hunts, in my memory, occured in our house,, during our later childhood. By that time, we were old enough to reach everywhere, and smart enough, arguably, to look anywhere.

The most memorable spots came form my dad, who had the egg hunt down to a process, a comidic art even. Here are the most memorable places we found eggs on our hunts.

1. In the toilet - The first year it was classic! It became an occasional hiding place, but needless to say, that one went straight to the trash, after being fished out with a glove or net or hanger.

2. In the kitchen sink - I mean in the sink, in the disposal, not visible to the human eye. You had to put your hand in the disposal. Just don't turn it on. And don't forget about it either.

3. Under Mom's shirt. - Let's save that one for therapy.

(Man, I had better ones than these, but as soon as I started writing this, they vanished. So these last few might be weak.)

4. I dunno know - I quit.

I'm sure y'all got some classic places.

You're too old for That!!
I loved hunting for eggs. It was right there along with Christmas and Halloween. I knew, like Christmas and Halloween, it all changes once you get older. But I had a lot of that joy come back living with Brian and Jess, and hanging with the Sunday Night crew. Jess and Brian, remember the egg hunts? OK, before I end this, most of you have heard the Easter story, but a few have not. So, here it is.

Easter Eve, 2003 or 2004, and I worked that night because it was a Saturday. I came home and hung out some, I think I probably beat Brian at Tiger Woods golf or something. Anyway, Jess and Brian crashed out (AKA - gettin busy in the other room). It was around 2 am, and I got an itch to pull out some type of prank. I wanted to have Easter Baskets out for them when they woke up. I would get them some candy, and do something funny like put the Playgirl in Brians, and the Playboy is Jessica's. I drove around but everything was closed. So I gave up, tired. I wake up in the morning and opened my door. Damn! They did it.

In the basket at my door was a Playboy - Tori Wilson form WWE (Still have it) - and other stuff including, finger puppets, and a big bottle of Cocoa Butter. Classic! Before I go, let me remind you two, who were the ones used that bottle of Cocoa Butter!

Aah, Easter in immature land. Hey, I'm like a Toys-R-Us Kid, I don't want to grow up. So fuck off! Happy Easter you cocksuckers! Have fun!