BED HEAD, BITCHES!P.S. This is what you get when your husband has access to your camera in the wee smalls.

P.P.S. Also, I am totally digging the left over eye makeup and ick in the corner of my eye.

P.P.P.S. In fact, this whole look is awesome. Everyone wants some of this hawtness.

P.P.P.P.S. I AM getting this mess “De Skeezed” at the spa tomorrow.

P.P.P.P.P.S. I’m splurging on myself. Facial, mani/pedi and cut and color.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. AND then I have to pack for MY TRIP TO OKLAHOMA TO HAVE A SLUMBER PARTY WITH THE PIONEER WOMAN! (Squee!)

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. AND I also have a 3-hour rehearsal for a new chamber choir I’m in tonight so packing is going to SUCK. But it will be worth it because I am going down the night before my flight and playing in Salt Lake and staying HERE with my husband tomorrow night. Awesome, right? I dig The Anniversary Inn.  :)

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. It’s totally the afternoon of the next day now. I forgot to post this and left it sitting open for a gazillion hours on my laptop.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.Which is ALMOST the same amount of time that I was at the spa today.  (Kakoi) I had THE most heavenly facial. Le SIGH.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Would you like to see the finished product? I have to warn you, though…I let her go bold AND “work with the waves” in my hair.  Which I’ve never actually had anyone do before. I think the color is RAD, very, very ME and the style is workin for me too. Easy peasy and hey…might as well work with what you’ve got, right?

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S The color and style look better in person, so if you’re cool with the photos, I am happy about it.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I bet you regular readers are utterly disappointed that I have not gone of on some “post script rant of weird” by now, right?

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. WELL I’M SORRY, OK? I CAN’T BE LIKE A PERFORMING MONKEY OF WEIRD DAY IN AND DAY OUT!!! A GIRL NEEDS TO HAVE A MOMENT OF BORING NORMAL, OK? EVEN IF HER BLOG IS CALLED LOONEY TUNES AND SHE HAS A SERIOUS EMOTICON ABUSE PROBLEM! I DESERVE TO BE HO-HUM BLAH EVERY SO OFTEN, RIGHT??? RIGHT??? SCREW THE TEABAG PROTESTS! LET’S HAVE A RALLY FOR BORING, NORMAL BLOG POSTS, M’KAY???!! FREEEEDDDDOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. But that isn’t really my style, is it?  I mean I’m more like the girl who will be blogging about cooking broccoli and suddenly yell out, “VAGINA! VAGINA!!! VAGINA!!!” for no real reason whatsoever.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. WHICH REMINDS ME. Dude. I was having this conversation today with a friend who was totally confused by the post of an ex-girlfriend that wrote in all caps that OMG! I AM SOOOOOO TOTALLY OFFENDED BY THIS FACEBOOK TAMPON AD IN MY SIDEBAR!!! WOMEN! STOP BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY THE PRISON OF FEMININE HYGIENE PRODUCTS AND GET A MENSTRUAL CUP!!!! and then he was like, “Dude, and then she linked to a ‘how-to article’ WITH ILLUSTRATED INSTRUCTIONS!” and I was like, “OMG, yeah. The are HUGE with a lot of my friends online. They’re called ‘Diva Cups’ and loads of women LOVE THEM. Not me though, because I obviously have vaginal-menstrual-cup-issues. I don’t care if anyone else uses them but for me and my house we will choose the earth-hating, garbage landfill increasing pads of death and toxic shock-loving, cotton bullets of tampon evil!!!!!!”  and then he was “Wait…women actually do USE those things? NO WAY” and I was like “WAY” and then he was like, “No, WAY, WAY” and I was like, “WAY, WAY, WAY-ER-TO-INFINITY-PLUS-ONE WAY!!”  and then he was like “Some things should remain a mystery to dudes” and then I was like, “Yeah. Wait until I tell you about the Go-Girl”

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Yeah….I came THIS CLOSE to having non-weirdness, didn’t I? Dammit.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Sigh…I’ll just have to hork down a dozen of Ree’s cinnamon rolls to make myself feel better. Much loves to you all. I’ll write you from “The Ranch”. :)

When I was 6 I tried to tell my friend, Roger, that the Easter Bunny didn’t exist.

“My mom says that the Easter Bunny is really just your parents and that Easter is too sacred a holiday to have a fake bunny in it.”

“You’re a piece of crap liar! D-A-A-A-A-D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LORALEE SAYS THAT HER MOM SAYS THAT THE EASTER BUNNY IS REALLY JUST YOU AND MOM AND THAT YOU ARE MAKING HIM UP!”

“She’s a piece of crap, liar, son. And so is her mother. The Easter Bunny is real!”

(Roger’s dad was a TOTAL TOOL and our families did not get along, but that is a story for another day.)

My mother is an extremely devout Mormon. Mormons don’t have a stance against the Easter Bunny or anything, not at ALL, but as a faith they take the resurrection of Christ very seriously.  Not that other religions take it LIGHTLY, but LDS people don’t even “do” crosses. At all. Not on hymnals, buildings, or on jewelery.  They prefer to concentrate on the miracle of Christ rising again instead of concentrating on the symbol of his death. As someone put it, “If your brother died in a car accident would you want everyone using a smashed up car as a symbol of them?”  (I can see that point but I have also found the comfort and solace people take in crosses very sweet and I am not bashing the use of it AT ALL. I know that it means more than the crucifixion to people. I’m just explaining, in an awkward way, how it is that I wasn’t allowed to believe in the Easter Bunny growing up.)

So, basically—my mom thought that Easter was too sacred a holiday to allow us to believe in the Easter Bunny.

We still got baskets and did egg hunts and the like, but there was no magical, mythical feeling about it.

We knew it was mom and dad.

I felt a little gypped when I was littler but not really. We were allowed to believe in the tooth fairy and Santa Clause, so it was all good.

When I had children, knowing that even though I attended church I did not have NEAR the spiritual level of my mother, I decided to let Jonathan decide what we would do with Easter. His mom is also UTTERLY devout in the LDS religion and he grew up believing in the Easter Bunny and wanted the same for our children.

I agreed, no harm no foul.

We haven’t attended church regularly as a family for 7 years, but we make sure our kids go.

They will be there at Easter, we will not. (Unless there is a program and they are in it. Then? We go.)

But we will dye eggs and hide them and put chocolate and books and toys in baskets with that SUPER ANNOYING GREEN PLASTIC GRASS THAT YOU FIND FOR MONTHS AROUND THE HOUSE NO MATTER HOW DAMN WELL YOU VACUUM and have it waiting for them when they come home.  Compliments of a furry little bunny.

So, what about you?

Do you “do” the Easter Bunny in your house? Did you growing up? Do you participate in Easter at all? (Obviously, I am not referring to my lovely Jewish friends, here. Although, I would love it if you chimed in about your culture and religion. It fascinates me.)