Happy Easter

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Whether you are religious or just like the bunny, I hope you all have a nice day.

Going to my in-laws (I love my in-laws) I supplied the ham which I got for free from my supermarket. Hope it doesn't rain, I don't wear dresses often as it is.

-- Anonymous, April 11, 2004

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We like the bunny!!

Had a wonderful day, but I may never eat again! Just waved goodbye to the last of the rellies - only 21 folks here this year for dinner. Hubs had to work, so he is cleaning up leftovers right now. The weather was beautiful; a bit of wind, but sunshine and temps in the 60's. No rain - YET! Cousin Laurie Ann's son was home on leave from the Air Force, so lot of hugs to be passed around. Yep, a wonderful day!

-- Anonymous, April 11, 2004


I roasted a chicken and made mashed potatoes and gravy and corn to go along with it. Spent the day putting the vinyl flooring in the downstairs bathroom. I'll hit the stores tomorrow and see if I can buy any discount candy. :)

-- Anonymous, April 11, 2004

I love Easter and bunnies. You know, "here comes Peter Cotton Tail, Hopping down the bunny trail......Bam... Bam....Pesky little rabbits won't be scaring any little kids anymore! Or was that clowns that scare little kids? Oh well, it's illegal to kill clowns. Unless they're dressed up as rabbits.

Wileman, (still practicing)

-- Anonymous, April 11, 2004


And what is it that you're practising again, Wildman?!

Speaking of bunnies - every year at Easter, I make this pull apart bread shaped like a lamb; got the idea off the Rhode's frozen bread dough site (they have lots of neat ideas!). So, Saturday afternoon, I'm standing there at the counter, arranging these blobs of bread dough and Pop walks by and snorts "Doesn't look much like a rabbit to me!" "Huh. Imagine that." I replied. "S'pose that could be because it's a LAMB! not a bunny?"

Fast forward to Easter Day...Unc calls it a bunny, Susan calls it a bunny, Velma calls it a bunny...

I think I might as well give up on my artisitic endevours! Altho, it did at least give everyone something to argue about - as if this bunch NEEDS a reason to argue!

-- Anonymous, April 12, 2004


We hadn't gotten together for Easter in I don't know how many years, but my mother asked us over this year, asked us to just bring some muffins, so we all went, including Lotus' Matthew. Mom called three times the day before, asking me 'gluten-free' questions, which was encouraging that she was making an effort to include Bren's needs.

Bren had a really tough week at work; she was basically ambushed in a meeting by a bunch of arrogant young hotshots who think her methods of design and documentation are too old-fashioned and detailed. They are of the Nintendo generation and everything they do is fast and short, with absolutely long-range thinking involved. (like the government, and like they teach in business school......idiots).

Anyway, she was devastated by this meeting, completely fell apart when she left the meeting, and actually was inconsolable all evening, and most of the next morning (I managed to console her finally).

So I was feeling protective of her, and when I walked in my mother's kitchen, she starts telling me that of all the myriad dishes she made, there are about three that Bren can eat. Now I realize intellectually that some people are just missing the empathy gene or chip or whatever (they seem to be quite plentiful nowadays), but I was immediately pissed. She had made choices that easily could have been better with little extra effort, like a fruit parfait thingy that she put freakin COOL WHIP in, fer cryin out loud! Now I wouldnt eat that chemical soup in any case, and she knows it, and there was no excuse for it. So I huffed outa there, said I'm going to out to buy some of mother nature's good CREAM, came back and cut up some fruit and whipped some cream for Bren and me, and only ate the things she could.

People have no idea how difficult it is for people who cannot eat gluten. It's everywhere, and we always have to read labels on everything, ask lots of questions of clueless restaurant help before ordering from the few places that she can safely even go to anymore. She hates these kinds of things, cuz she isnt assertive like I am, and feels like its a big bother for folks to cater to her needs. Well it IS a bit of a bother, but that's what people do for each other, as I see it.

Now I have no patience for fussy eaters, I'll admit, but this is not a matter of pickiness. If she gets any gluten in her body, she is extremely ill for three or four days, not to mention the long-range damage it does to her guts. When the moment is right, and I'm not feeling defensive or angry, I'm going to try to make my mother understand this from our perspective. Like what if I invited her over for dinner, and 80% of the food I presented was stuff she could not eat? How would that feel to her? Well I imagine it would feel pretty lousy, and like her daughter couldn't be bothered to accomodate her needs or her feelings of being left out, of having to look at, smell, and watch others eat delicious food she could not touch. Do you think that would help her see things from Bren's perspective?

Otherwise, it was a typical family gathering. My dad has been extra sweet since his fall last year though. But basically we all sit around trying to think of something to talk about that doesnt offend anyone, which isnt easy considering we are 180* apart in almost all things.

This is the first year Bren hasn't given easter baskets to the girls. she never got one as a child, so it was lots of fun for her, even when they were way too old! Too depressed this year, and no one eats sugar much anymore anyway.

We always colored eggs, and Bren would hide little chocolate eggs all over the house for the girls to hunt for. When they were little, we would hide the colored eggs all over outside at the farm. It was lotsa fun. But then, little kids are always lotsa fun.

-- Anonymous, April 12, 2004



Hey EM, I know how Bren feels in work. The boss's son became manager after he graduated at 18 and started telling everyone what to do as if we hadn't been working there for the past 6 years. The other day, he was on my case so I started yelling at him that I've been working here for 8 years, I know what my job is. Meanwhile, the boss is just sitting there letting it fly. He doesn't like confortations and figures if he stays out of it, it will go away.

Tell Bren I said to hang in there, they will grow up.

After reading about the food, I went to heat up some Amy's Organic Cream of Mushroom soup for dinner. (In my family they used to make Borsh but no one knows how to make it now so this is close enough) We put in kilbasia, ham, hard boiled egg and horseradish. Really filling. Anyway, I pick up the can and it says :Contains wheat and milk. I'll be darned!

I remember trying to get my family to believe about our food allergies and the chemical problems. My father sneared at me, "Does your nose run, do you sneeze?" Like that is the only allergic reactions a person could have.

-- Anonymous, April 12, 2004


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