never say die Happy resurrection, Jesus! I just got back last night from spending a few days with my parents so that they, Bill's parents, and everybody else in the freaking world, could see Juniper. That's the problem with babies: they draw a crowd. Well, of course it has been the holy Christian week. My dad, who is a musician, has one of his extracurricular gigs at the Catholic church in my little hometown. So he was gone like almost the whole freaking time. Here's my beef with the Catholics, or at least middle-class white Catholics: they have absolutely no fun. On mondo-Thursday, or whatever the hell it is, the day of the last supper, these guys don't have a big potluck. Why wouldn't you have a big potluck? You should be thanking the earthly Jesus and God for their sacrifice or something. Have a party! Dress up and pretend it is the last supper! Bitter herbs and wine!But no, they just have a big, long service. Bo-ring. Then on Good Friday, which should be a sad day, a day of meditation and prayer, they have like a three hour service so they can all feel guilty. And bored. And their asses can hurt something fierce. Then they had a soup supper. Soup??? Come on, people, at least bake up a casserole or something. On Saturday, another long, long, long-ass mass. Jesus is dead!!! Let's all sit around and be depressed and bored! But then, today, on Easter Sunday, the happiest of days when Jesus comes back alive... I mean, what can be happier than having a loved one, whom you thought was dead, show up alive? (Although I think this would be pretty freaky, as well). So have a party! Have a potluck! Hunt Easter eggs! Show off your pretty pastel Easter dresses! But no- just a regular one-hour mass and go home. No food. No Easter egg hunt. No reason to feel bad and guilty, so why hang around? That's my beef with the Catholics. I celebrated Easter by eating chocolate and honey-roasted peanuts for breakfast. Jesus is alive, so I'm giving myself diabetes. Juniper seems very happy to be home. She spent a lot of time being naked-in-the-sun, much-adored baby on this trip, which was fun but kinda scary, I think. She is sleeping right now, which she didn't do much of on the trip. The sun has bleached out her hair a little. It isn't so red anymore. It is turning blonde, true to her white-trash genes. Last night she spent a lot of time trying to roll over from her back to her front. It was an intentional effort, and I don't think it will be long before she is successful. Babies are supposed to roll from their fronts to their backs first, but my baby is obviously backwards. That just means she's cool. This summer, my mom's side of the family is having a big reunion. Usually this would have me running about 2000 miles in the other direction (for real, people, these guys are nutsoid, schizo, kitten-murdering crankheads) but this is a special occasion. My cousin, whom I didn't even know existed until a couple of weeks ago, is coming to meet us all (and probably be really glad she was adopted out). I guess TWO of my aunts had babies in their early teens which were given up for adoption. All the sisters knew about the first aunt's baby, but the second one, the one that is coming to meet us all, no one knew about that one. It happened right in front of their eyes, but no one knew. So I am curious about this human being that shares my genes but was raised by higher primates, or so we can assume. |