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Greetings and salutations, beautiful people! I hope this day finds you all happy and healthy and eager to take a big, greedy bite out of the apple that is life. Now, I’ve been told that the PC thing is to never wish anymore than a generalized ‘Happy Holidays’ out of respect for different beliefs and the sort, and while I greatly respect other people’s beliefs for the most part, the same people that made up that rule apparently want to call Easter Eggs ‘Spring Orbs’. As that I find that incredibly dumb, I’m going to go ahead and do what I usually do when I find myself in disagreement with the so-called ‘acceptable norm’; I’m going to do whatever the hell I please. In this case, it pleases me to wish an exuberant HAPPY GOOD FRIDAY to all of you who celebrate/observe or otherwise recognize the day; and a HAPPY EASTER to the same lot while I’m at it. To the rest of you; HAPPY LONG WEEKEND!!

For me, long weekends typically mean a busier schedule, and this one is no different…

We’re going truck shopping this weekend (our poor Dodge was a right-off by the way… in case you have no idea what I’m talking about – and find you actually give a rat’s butt – read this) and I’ve decided that getting my new computer is a priority, so I’ll be doing my best to haggle my way into a great deal over the next day or two. I suck at haggling, so wish me luck.

As that I have the two girls, we’re going to be doing the whole Easter egg painting thing (probably tomorrow morning). I prefer carving pumpkins at Halloween, but painting eggs isn’t so bad; it’s actually rather fun I find. We’ll do an egg hunt on Sunday – weather permitting – sometime after Peter Cottontail stops by and gets my kids all hopped up on sugar. That’s usually quite amusing. We’ve decided NOT to do Easter dinner this year; we held a family vote and opted to go for Japanese food instead. Since we had to partake in five different turkey dinners over Christmas, we’re all still a little turned off by the idea of turkey, and I hate ham, so that’s never an option.

Let’s see, what else?

Somehow we got roped in to taking my niece to her riding lessons tomorrow afternoon, and we have that party thing tomorrow night which is nonnegotiable (I’m told) as that it’s an accomplishment-celebration sort of deal. I love the guy whose achievements we’ll be celebrating, but he’s kind of a twonk when he drinks. Oh well, it should prove interesting nonetheless.

My youngest has just gone through a weird and unexpected growth spurt, and nothing – especially her shoes – seem to be fitting right, so I’ll have to do something about that so the other babies don’t tease her about wearing floods. My oldest needs new art supplies; she’s a rather talented artist; and my man needs a bigger bank account; nothing I can do about that one, sorry babe.

There’s grocery shopping and house cleaning (again!) and recycling that needs to be dealt with, and both my eldest daughter and my man need computer maintenance done –unfortunately, that job always falls on me. Come to think of it, it’s been awhile since I did my own maintenance… perhaps this is at least part of the reason my computer keeps bitching at me.

A little good news; the Pagan Ball I was invited to will be held on the 28^th so YAY!!! I’ll be able to attend without having to worry about schedule conflicts. I’m really not clear on whether the date was moved, or if my girlfriend just mixed up the dates in the first place, but either way it works out for me. I’m SO excited about that! Apparently there’s a whole day of medieval festivities before the ball – I still have no idea what that all entails, but it should be rather interesting – so the whole family is going. Now all I have to do is track down a kickass costume. Yes, I am just that dorky… deal with it. I have a few things in my great box of Halloweens past, but I want something new. I wonder where one finds a medieval-type costume outside of the Halloween season. I’ll be keeping an eye out for such things while out on other errands over the next few days.

So yes, my weekend ought to keep me pretty tied up, which means there’s a good possibility that I won’t find a lot of time for writing. I have been playing with the idea of reposting one of the first pieces I put up on here since it had like two views and I’d really like some feedback on said piece, so if I find myself as pressed for time as I think I’m going be, I’ll break that down into easily digestible pieces for your viewing pleasure/horror. I feel like that’s cheating, but it is what it is.

Also – because I expect to be as busy as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest – I likely won’t have a lot of time for sitting at my computer to read your blogs over the next couple of days. I read a lot of them from my phone while I’m on the go, so even if you don’t see my presence on your pages, know that my eyes are constantly fondling your words nonetheless.

It’s looking like it might be a lovely day; most of the snow that fell yesterday has already melted, and the sun is big and bright and glorious. I love days like today!

On a funny’ish note, yesterday, when I went to the corner store, the lady that works there (she reminds me of one of those crazy cat-lady people) kept staring at my split lip, then at my man, then back to my lip. Thanks to the evils of dentistry, my jaw is still faintly swollen so when you put the two together, it looks a little like someone socked me one. By the time we got up to the counter, she was scowling at poor Zed like he was the devil. I witnessed this same phenomena a few years ago when I managed to give myself a black eye while cleaning the bathroom – don’t ask – and I learned that the more you defend your guy when people brand him the Candyman (stolen line), the more people give you that sad, pitying look that says, “Oh, you poor girl, I don’t believe a word you’re saying.” While actual spousal abuse is NO laughing matter, I intend on counting the number of dirty looks my man gets today, just to amuse myself. What can I say? I have a bizarre sense of humour.

I tried to get drunk last night to numb the ache in my jaw (which really isn’t that bad), but after three glasses of wine and way too much time on Facebook, I found I really wasn’t in the mood after all. I was asleep by midnight. Yep, I’m a badass. Before I gave up and went to bed, I did up the following picture for my oldest daughter’s amusement…

… You see, you’d really have to be a fan of both ‘The Walking Dead’ and ‘Skyrim’ to get the humour in this I think, but I’ll try to explain it anyhow. Everyone in this house is ‘Skyrim’ obsessed, and any of you who know that addiction surely know how huge the lines ‘FUS RO DAH!’ and ‘I used to be an adventurer like you, then I took an arrow to the knee’ are. (Just YouTube either line if you have no idea what I’m talking about, and you’ll see how popular these quotes have become.) Now, on the season finale of ‘The Walking Dead’, this one dude in Winnebago opens the door (like a ding-dong) while surrounded by zombies, and a few of the flesh hungry little buggers decide he looks like a pretty tasty snack. They manage to knock him down – still not sure how that happened – and then the first bite comes out of his knee. At this point, my oldest (she doesn’t have a pseudonym yet… um, let’s call her Ariel) blurts out, “I used to be a survivor like you… but then I took a zombie to the knee!” Okay, for us this was funny as hell; funny enough to have to pause the show till we all got over our giggling; and she asked me then if I’d do up a pic for her. We both forgot all about it until last night. Initially, I tried to use the exact clip from the show, but a layman wouldn’t be able to tell the knee-muncher was even a zombie, or what exactly was going on in the pic, so I dug up a random zombie from the show instead. Wow, if you really don’t care, that’s one hell of a long explanation, huh?

{NOTE: My youngest (two next month) keeps FUS RO DAH’ing everyone and everything; her poor Elmo doll seems to be her favourite victim; and one of these days I’m going to capture it on film.}

My household is just starting to wake up around me – lazy buggers – and soon they’ll all be sniffing about for breakfast, so I best wrap this up so I can quickly do the other post I have planned for today. Have a great day people!