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What’s your favorite Easter candy?  I have a co-worker friend who ranks holidays by the candy attached to them.  Have you ever pondered that?  I hadn’t before she mentioned it.  For me, Easter would rank first on that scale.  What about you?  She says Valentine’s Day and Halloween rank high and Christmas is in the mix, too.  I’m still going with Easter!

 

After doing a little polling of the close friends, it is clear to me we are a nation of Reese’s eggs, Jelly Belly jelly beans, and Peeps!   I’m all for the Reese’s as I’m sure you know, but Si Robertson can keep his Jelly Bellies and you all can keep those magical Peeps that they now sell for every freaking holiday to yourselves!  Ick.

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Me, I’m more of a Reese’s peanut butter egg-sour gummy bunny-Hershey’s eggs girl.  No, not the individually wrapped Hershey chocolate eggs, the good ones that are candy-coated.  They only make them at Easter, and I love them!  Actually, I’m addicted to all 3 of those.  Oh, and I sure don’t mind those Dove Easter eggs either.  Yum!  Mmm… no wonder my husband never has a problem finding me happiness this time of year!

 

But you know what I was just thinking about?  I keep seeing all these pictures of friends taking their kids to Easter egg hunts, and it made me think of the annual Easter egg hunt that the Rainbow girls put on in Oakland.  Oaklandites, do you remember that???

 

Every year, the football field was covered in color!  And every year, I hoped I would find the magical plastic prize-winning eggs instead of those nasty marshmallow-flavored things.  Actually, I’m not entirely sure they were marshmallow.  Were they banana?  Does anybody remember?  All I know was that they were white on the inside, they tasted horrendous, and they used them because back then they were the only candy eggs you could buy individually wrapped.  Oh, and I’m not bitter much that I never found one of the plastic eggs for the good prizes.  Ha ha.

 

But maybe I just like Easter egg hunts more than most.  My grandma used to hide these wax candle ducks for me year-round, and I thought it was the most fun ever.  She left them for me when she passed away.  I’m still a big fan of scavenger hunts, Easter egg hunts, treasure hunts, anything that involves looking for a win!  Not a kid that can’t talk me into joining in on something like this because I remember being the youngest and everyone having to humor me with it.  Now, it’s my turn.  I don’t take that job lightly.  Plus, it’s just freaking fun!  I promise you I am going to put on my own Easter egg hunt someday in football field fashion.  But don’t be surprised if the prizes are a little more of the adult variety!  See, I’m all for children having fun, but I’m even more for adults having fun!

 

And with that said, Happy Easter, everybody!

 


Holy 50 Shades of Orange!  What is the world coming to?  If my eyes do not deceive me, I do believe we’ve become a pumpkin nation overnight!  When did pumpkin become the new chocolate?  Here we were living in our little world of dark, milk, hot, caramel-centered, and unhealthy and now suddenly we’ve got pumpkin-itis.

When did all of you become pumpkin-obsessed?  I have to wonder if it’s a chicken-or-the-egg situation.  Did you all become pumpkin addicts because the stores put it out there or did the stores cater to your passions?  Honestly, I guess that really doesn’t matter.  What matters is that some of you are being swayed over to the dark side, or should I say the burnt orange side?

If I didn’t know any better I’d think Bubba Gump ditched shrimp and took up pumpkins!  Everywhere I turn there’s a recipe for pumpkin bars, pumpkin brownies, pumpkin frozen dessert, and pumpkin cake with cream cheese frosting.  (And don’t kid yourselves, we all know that’s why you eat the cake!)  And, for the record, you can have your cake and eat it, too, because I certainly don’t want any!  Plus, you can keep your healthy pumpkin seeds, too, unless you wanna dip ‘em in chocolate to make ‘em edible.

Here we were living our little lives with a traditional pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving and those nasty orange and green hard candy pumpkins on Halloween, and now I’m seeing facebook posts of pumpkin spice latte mustaches and Sonic pumpkin pie shake cups in the garbage.  Not to mention how upset I am about pumpkin crème Hershey’s kisses.  Are you kidding me??? There are only 2 kinds of kisses:  chocolate and French.  Need I say more?

Perhaps I’m over-reacting (it’s not like me to do that though – lol), but it just seems like everyone’s become a pumpkin addict.  I’m betting Beyonce would have a hit with Pumpkin-licious.  Even the beer makers have gone pumpkinesque.  They’ve got pumpkin ales and pumpkin spiced rums.  My coworkers are lapping it up like cattle in 110 degree weather.

Here’s the thing:  I’m all for picking them, gutting them, cutting them, and decorating them, but must we eat them???

I understand that whole “tis the season” theory, but let us not forget the real reason for the Halloween season:  candy!  Of the chocolate variety!!  Well and I suppose dressing up like slutty nurses, too, but even they prefer chocolate, I’m sure.  I get that you want to spice up your life, but must it be with pumpkin spice?  For the love of all things chocolate, don’t let yourselves be converted or tricked-or-treated into falling for a decoy.    If you need to stick with the holiday, what’s so wrong with going with Devil’s food?  It’s the devil’s holiday, right?  Nothing like a devil’s food cake drenched in chocolate and vanilla cobwebs to scream “Halloween,” right?  Who’s with me?

Okay, I know the answer to that… Nobody.  I know when I’m the minority and outvoted.  It would appear this would be one of those times.  So go have your pumpkin chocolate chip muffins and pumpkin risotto, but when the clock strikes midnight on All Hallow’s Night, you better be turning back into chocolate-lovers with visions of Ghiradelli and Dove dancing in your heads!  Until then, I’ll be the loner in the corner getting fat on Snickers trying to keep Hershey’s and Mars in business.  (Listen, it’s a sacrifice, but I’m willing to take one for the team.  Of course, if you wanna join my team, there’s always room for a fellow choco-holic.  Just say the word.  And the word, of course, is fudge.)  And for the rest of you, well, you’re still pumpkintastic in my book!


Whatcha packin’ in yer Easter basket?  No, that’s not a euphemism.  Just simply asking if you’ve made a basket full of goodies for somebody (it does sound dirty, doesn’t it?).  Why do I ask?  Well, it seems to me that we all worry about the tatter tots at Easter, but let me introduce you to the Adult Easter Basket.  You’re never too old to like getting gifts and having somebody remember that you exist!

Seriously.  What’s so wrong with doing something extra special for your spouse, your mommy and daddy, your elderly neighbor down the street, or your co-worker that has been shit on repeatedly lately?   Don’t tell me you wouldn’t be excited to the see the Easter Bunny show up at your door!  I guarantee he’ll be showing up at mine!

So let me share with you how the Easter Hare works (no bunnies at our age!).  The Easter Hare can make a basket using a gift bag, a wrapping covered shoe box, a laundry basket (which probably needs replacing anyway), or an old suitcase duck-taped up for that matter.  The over 21 version of the Easter basket doesn’t actually have to be a basket just some make-shift version of it because we don’t care about the packaging.  We’re all about the insides (at least, that’s what we tell people).

Once you have your “basket,” then you need to find the appropriate filler.  If you want to stick with the Easter theme, you could start by giving Bunny Tracks ice cream (get it?) with some Dixie paper bowls (no mess) and a new ice cream scoop (because probably they’re still using the one their mom passed down to them when they went to college that she kept as a back-up.  You just realized that’s what you own, too, don’t you?) .  If melting would be an issue, I happen to like to use baked goods.  Nobody over 21 is upset to get homemade food as long as it’s identifiable and non-toxic (read as:  if you’re not a crappy cook).  I like to give cookies or banana bread or chocolate chip muffins.  Just some quick options.

If you’ve got a college kid, I’m all for mac and cheese, microwave popcorn, spaghetti-o’s, chips, and beef jerky, but I’m sure you could hunt down some ramen, too.  Now, if you’re low on time for the holiday weekend with no time to spare, there’s nothing unacceptable about chocolate!  Who doesn’t love chocolate?  I’m a big fan of those Reese’s peanut butter eggs and those candy-coated Hershey chocolate eggs that are almost impossible to find these days.  Not afraid to break out the sour gummy bunnies, either.  And if you know the person, you know whether they’re a peep show kind of guy.  Personally, you can keep your peeps to yourself, but did you see they now come on their own pole?  Well, technically, it’s a lollipop stick, but it sounds more fun to call it their stripper pole.

However, you may be thinking to yourself that nobody in your house, or around you, needs any candy.  For shame!  Okay, so we don’t need the added pounds, and if that’s the case, skip the chocolate (I can’t believe I just said that!!!).  Last time I checked, the hippity hop hare was down with other treats, too.  Need a little help?  I’m on it!

First off, nothing says l love my husband like a 6 pack a beer (unless it’s a 24 pack of beer).  Who doesn’t like a basket of beer and pretzels (well, besides me)?  Beer not appropriate for Easter in your mind?  That’s fine.  There’s always books and magazines with bubble bath and candles for the ladies.  I’m a big fan of flip-flops, sun tan lotion, and bug spray.  Love me some summer!  And always like when Easter gifts are useful – you know, not the giant carrot decoration that says “Happy Easter!” that sits in your storage area for a year and then you forget to get it out before Easter only to hear your husband say on a monthly basis that you have too much crap.  Just sayin’.  And if you really wanna get useful, go with the basket of man panties and socks for the hubs or a beach towel and mini umbrellas for your best friend.  Nothing wrong with baskets of fishing lures, golf balls, or pansies (the flowers, not the unmanly types), either.

The Easter Hare is all about celebrating our blessings and the people around us are those blessings.  They put up with us.  They love us.  They bail us out when we get drunk and disorderly.  They order pizza to celebrate our 20 pound weight loss (lol).  They even listen to us vent about all the stupid people who don’t do what we wanted them to do when everyone else knows we are exactly right about everything!

The Easter Hare knows that we may be grown up, but we’re not too old for surprises, or treats, or getting that fuzzy feeling that somebody loves us.  Listen, he’s not even above a mini bar bottle egg hunt if you need to.  Plus, I’ll let you in on a little secret.  Getting to be the Easter Hare gives you that same winter-afternoon-tummy-full-ready-for-a-well-deserved-nap kind of feeling, too.  You can’t help be a little happy at other people’s happiness, but if you decide to dress up as the Easter Hare, well, we’ll see you on YouTube I guess.  Until then, Happy Easter!



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