my mom never made me an Easter basket. I don't think she understood the concept. I myself don't quite understand either, and would love for someone to explain it to me fully one day. so if i have it somehow right, the easter bunny hides a basket full of candy and you're supposed to find it on easter? i have never looked nor found a basket full of candy, and if i had it wrong for 28 years, then i'm going to need to go back to my old house and demand 8 years of unhunted easter basket hunts. we did do the egg hunt, that much i remember. and we had a basket that you put the eggs in. then my mom would get mad because i never ate the egg yolk. the consistency of the yolk of a hard boiled egg is the grossest thing imaginable in my mind. it's one of the few non-meat items that i refuse to consume. it's chalky and it ruins most great egg salads and i don't care if there are starving people in the world, they can come to my house and have my uneaten egg yolks and consequently suffer high cholesterol. let's just also take a moment to mention that my house currently smells like fried fish and having a room above the kitchen sucks, as my clothes somehow bear the odor of the chosen cuisine for the day. but i digress. no chocolate bunnies, no jelly beans, no plastic eggs with jelly beans, no peeps, no chocolate gold coins, none of that, unless given as gifts from the ginormous white population around us. no, filipinos don't get down that way, they are the ones that you see on the news reports, getting flogged, or nailing themselves to crosses. yeah, the hardcore ones that reenact the Passion, and don't encourage watching tv or listening to music from Good Friday till Sunday. But then how could I watch the Ten Commandments? I'm just saying. Happy Easter. Back to eating seafood, cursing up a storm and wasting time on myspace!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
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my mom never made me an Easter basket. I don't think she understood the concept. I myself don't quite understand either, and would love for someone to explain it to me fully one day. so if i have it somehow right, the easter bunny hides a basket full of candy and you're supposed to find it on easter? i have never looked nor found a basket full of candy, and if i had it wrong for 28 years, then i'm going to need to go back to my old house and demand 8 years of unhunted easter basket hunts. we did do the egg hunt, that much i remember. and we had a basket that you put the eggs in. then my mom would get mad because i never ate the egg yolk. the consistency of the yolk of a hard boiled egg is the grossest thing imaginable in my mind. it's one of the few non-meat items that i refuse to consume. it's chalky and it ruins most great egg salads and i don't care if there are starving people in the world, they can come to my house and have my uneaten egg yolks and consequently suffer high cholesterol. let's just also take a moment to mention that my house currently smells like fried fish and having a room above the kitchen sucks, as my clothes somehow bear the odor of the chosen cuisine for the day. but i digress. no chocolate bunnies, no jelly beans, no plastic eggs with jelly beans, no peeps, no chocolate gold coins, none of that, unless given as gifts from the ginormous white population around us. no, filipinos don't get down that way, they are the ones that you see on the news reports, getting flogged, or nailing themselves to crosses. yeah, the hardcore ones that reenact the Passion, and don't encourage watching tv or listening to music from Good Friday till Sunday. But then how could I watch the Ten Commandments? I'm just saying. Happy Easter. Back to eating seafood, cursing up a storm and wasting time on myspace!
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i read the first sentence about your mom never making you an easter basket, and my heart just stopped. i, too, am a victim of basket-less easters. i, too, feel like my mom (and dad) didn't understand the concept. years later we got into egg coloring and all that other bullshit, but it was just not the same! IT WAS JUST NOT THE SAME!!! ok, i'm done now. thanks.
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