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Friday, April 18, 2025

Just the Facts #10


 “If Friday were a rainbow, it would be a double one.” (Keith Wynn)


 Happy Friday Funday, my lovely friends! 

 

    Can you believe Easter is just a couple of days away? I got curious and dug up some totally wild and wonderful things that happened on Easters throughout history! 🥚✨ Before I spill the beans, tell me: What's the most memorable Easter you've ever had? And more importantly... did you ever catch a glimpse of the Easter Bunny?! 🐰👀

 

1.  Alright, gather 'round, because let me tell you about the night I ALMOST caught the Easter Bunny red-footed! Picture this: the night before Easter, I'm tucked snug in bed, practically vibrating with anticipation. My room was basically Ground Zero, right next to the living room. Well, nature called super early the next morning, and as I tiptoed past, I swear on a stack of jellybeans, I saw him! Right there in the middle of the living room, a fuzzy, floppy-eared silhouette. My heart did a thumpy-thumpity-thump against my ribs, and I dove back into bed faster than you can say "chocolate bunny." Sleep? Forget about it! I was too busy replaying the sighting. The next morning, basket overflowing with goodies, I breathlessly told my sister I'd seen the legend himself. She gave me that look, you know the one, but I knew. Oh, I knew I saw the Easter Bunny.

 

2. Okay, Easter Egg Contest memory time! Our community held one the day before Easter – kids only, one egg decoration. My sister, age eleven, was intense. An hour at the kitchen table with paints and brushes, creating egg perfection. Me? Seven years old and firmly entrenched in outdoor playtime until Mom finally corralled me with ten minutes to spare.

My egg strategy? Grab, smear, done. It was a chaotic, colorful mess – definitely not winning any artistic achievement awards, but it was decorated!

We entered them, my sister's flawless egg next to my... abstract expressionist take. They'd call the winner. Fast forward a few days, phone rings, and against all parental assumptions (they totally thought it was my sister), I won!

The prize? A glorious, shiny, BRAND NEW blue bike with training wheels! Best prize ever, especially for a kid used to hand-me-downs. The best part? The reason I won! The guy said my egg looked like a kid actually made it. Apparently, all the other "perfect" eggs looked too much like adults helped.

So, yeah, sometimes embracing your inner messy kid is the winning strategy!

 

3.  Picture a tiny, relentless me, around five or six, driving my dad up the wall with Easter eggs. It wasn't enough to find them once; I needed the thrill of the hunt, apparently on repeat, endlessly. Poor Dad was on egg-hiding duty number four, five, maybe six – bless his patient soul – when genius struck. He sends me to my room with a knowing smile, promising to perform the ultimate outdoor egg-hiding magic trick. I'm practically vibrating with excitement in my room. Little did I know, the magic was happening inside! He literally just put the eggs back in my basket, fluffed the plastic grass over them, and called me out to search. I was on a serious, focused outdoor mission for a good five to ten minutes, scanning every possible hiding spot, before the dawning, hilarious realization hit me: the treasures I sought were cozy in my own basket all along. Got me good. LOL!

 

4. My teenage years? Basically lived at McNichols Arena, fueled by a steady diet of hair metal and questionable fashion choices. Easter of '87 was particularly epic: Whitesnake and Great White tickets burning a hole in my pocket. Thankfully, family dinner was an early escape hatch around 2 PM, leaving ample time to prepare for the main event with my concert crew. I swear I saw steam come out of one aunt's ears when she heard my parents were letting me attend this 'devil's music' convention. Back then, these bands were considered a direct pipeline to the underworld, and the parking lot was a battleground of rock fans vs. soul-savers. The ultimate cosmic joke? You can now hum along to those very same 'sinful' anthe while picking up toilet paper. LOL

 

5.  Fresh out of my teens at 19, I traded familiar surroundings for Florida sunshine and resort life, conveniently joined by my sister and her husband. My first major holiday away from the family homestead? Easter! While my poor BIL was stuck on resort duty, my sister and I hatched a plan. We started the day right with church, then hit the road for an impromptu Keys adventure! Forget ham and mashed potatoes – we celebrated with a glorious lobster dinner, the ocean practically our dining companion. Yeah, it wasn't the usual family circus, and maybe a tiny violin played for a second, but honestly? Kicking off my Florida life with an Easter road trip to the Keys for lobster with my sister? That was pretty epic, and definitely still counted as family time!

 

6.  Easter in Florida got a serious upgrade when my mom sent care packages that turned out to be full-blown Easter baskets! There was one for me, and another for my sister and BIL. And get this – the tradition stuck! To this day, I still receive an Easter basket from my mom every single year. One glorious year, she even found the perfect one adorned with a bunny, and that's the basket I proudly use year after year. Proof positive: you are absolutely never too old for the Easter Bunny to hop by!

 

 Thank you so much for stopping by! Hope your morning/afternoon/evening is extra cozy and delightful. Until our paths cross again!

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