Easter Bunny

Greetings.

Today, as most people know, is/was Easter. And that is one of the many days a year we assemble with our families, catch up, and participate the cliché that is the Brunch.
My family is no exception. Nana and Gramps met Dad, Bev, Bentley, and I at the Double Tree at nine. Uncle Sam, Aunt Gertie, Jeremy, and Josie couldn't make it this year. However, the adults decided mutually that the service has slipped at the Double Tree ever since their favorite manager was laid off, so for Mother's Day (another cliché brunch day) we're hunting for a new spot to eat brunch at. Wheeee...
Then we all retreated to Nana and Gramps's house for (oy vey) Easter Egg Hunting. There are two kinds of eggs: hard-boiled and hollow plastic ones with money in them. I got the most on both counts. I got $26 and 13 out of 25 eggs. Basically, I beat the snot out of Bentley. Oh well. He got the better Easter basket. For some reason, whenever there's a gift giving holiday, Nana and Bev always ask for a wish list from me. Understandable. But then they go and buy me things that aren't even CLOSE to my wish list and that I have told them over and over and OVER that I don't use/want. Today I got lotion, those StrapPerfect thingies, hair products, a new perfume, two pairs of earrings, a stuffed bunny, the movie GUYS AND DOLLS, and UP. I asked for, out of all of that, UP. I will not use the lotion, GUYS AND DOLLS, the StrapPerfect thingies, half of the hair products, (seriously the clips they got me have these little bangles on them only suitable for girls 7 and under) and the stuffed bunny. I will use the perfume and the earrings and UP. That's it. And whenever I try to tell Nana and Bev that I don't like the stuff and that I want them to stick a LOT more closely to my wish list so that we can avoid these confrontations in the future, they yell and get mad at me. They always get Bentley stuff that he'll use and have fun with. Whereas, with me, they get me three out of fifteen things that I'll use/have fun with. AND THEY DON'T GET IT!!!!!!!
My dad's best friend, Stuart Farley, is coming to stay with us for a little while. He's going to teach a class at my dad's school. Something about screenwriting. Stu (as he lets me and Bentley call him) is awesome and Dad is always so excited when he gets to see him. Stu lives about one hundred and fifty miles away from us, three hours through winding mountain roads, so Dad and Stu don't get to see each other that much. Whenever Stu comes, he tells what we call "Luke Stories", about my dad. (Whose name, I forgot to tell you is Luke Walker. No pun intended.) Anyways, these Luke Stories are very funny because my dad was a big old idiot when he was younger. There are too many stories for me to recount a few without having to tell more and more and more because some of them build on each other. But Stu has been working on a book about my dad so I'll let you know when that comes out.
I've got to go. We're taking Stu out to dinner.

Hugz
HM

Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy (la la la la la la la!!)

Greetings.

(Sing-song voice) Guess who came home yesterday! And guess who I just saw today! (end sing-song voice) WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! Joseph came home!! I am sooooooooooo psyched!
And another thing, I just came back from Joseph's house. We hung out for a little while, watched INVADER ZIM (Weirdest. Show. EVER. Seriously, what's with all the pigs? And the one syllable names? Gaz, Dib, Zim, Keef, Gir... oy vey!!), played "Super Smash Bros. Melee", and hit each other in the head. I now have a dent on my forehead, thank you very much, Joseph. Also, he gave me my souvenirs: a necklace made of seashells (the cliché of Hawaiian souvenirs), a little bear with a hula skirt and "fiery" torches, and a GORGEOUS gold chain with a gold (probably not REAL gold) pineapple. (big anime eyes) So pwetty... ooooh...
I've been wondering, what do people do for Easter? The tradition in our family is very simple: Dad, Bev, Bentley, Nana, Gramps, and I go to the Double Tree Hotel for breakfast. Sometimes we're joined by my Aunt Gertie, Uncle Sam, and my cousins Josie and Jeremy. After breakfast, we go back to Nana and Gramps's place and do (oy) an Easter Egg Hunt. (Mind you, I am almost seventeen and Bentley is almost fourteen. It's more acceptable for Jeremy, 9, and Josie, 5, but not two almost adults.) There are two types of eggs: edible dyed ones and the hollow plastic ones with LOTS of money in them. After the hunt, Nana and Gramps give us our BIG Easter baskets stuffed with lots of fabulous goodies!
Sigh... I love Easter...
Mind you, I do try to keep in mind WHY we celebrate it. I always read my Bible the day of and I pray and everything... I'm not a SUPER religious person. I'm a Christian and I love Him and everything. I just don't go to church. (I went to private school for nine years. SHUDDER.) Which is why I always feel REALLY guilty during Easter and Christmas. So, I shall apologize to the Big Guy Upstairs for the whole world to see:
I'm sorry I am not as religious as I probably ought to be.

Hugz (and Easter prayers)
HM