Do you think this loaf of bread was worth $8.50? I don’t, but on the other hand, I’ve spent more on greater foolishness, which didn’t make my little girl giggle, so.
The bread wasn’t bad, either. We had Alan’s mom and sister as our guests this weekend, and they eat Bunny Bread pretty exclusively, so there was the visual-joke thing, too. (Warning on that link: Embedded sound file of a really hokey jingle.)
And that, pretty much, was the weekend — cooking, entertaining, cooking some more, loading and unloading the dishwasher, eating jelly beans. I feel: Tired, chapped-handed, over-sugared. But happy. It’s a good weekend when you can color eggs with extended family, and the dog gets two Reese’s Cups, wrappers and all.
I can’t wait for the morning walk.
Ron had an interesting story in yesterday’s News, about the next wave in megachurches: the cool church. Special effects, rock ‘n’ roll, movie clips, the works — it’s been a long time since I’ve been so baffled by religion. Radical Islam is easier for me to understand than the idea of attending a church called Scum of the Earth, but hey, I’m ecumenical. Whatever blows your hair back.
And if, like me, you enjoy gray as opposed to black and white, you might enjoy this profile of Michael Schiavo’s lady in waiting. Not a job I’d want, but hey. See above.
Busy day tomorrow. Wish me luck.
brian stouder said on March 28, 2005 at 12:19 am
Great pics on the blog! Marvelous, in fact!
Sounds like you and yours had as pleasant an Easter weekend as we did. We went off to grandmother’s house 90 miles west for the weekend, and at about 3 pm Saturday it hit me that we hadn’t done the egg-dye thing.
Ran off to the store, got a few Paas kits (deluxe ones, with glitter paint included, along with the color tablets) and two dozen eggs (I stupidly bought mediums, which the young folks immediately laughed about as too small!) – and we all ended up with green fingers and pink palms (or vice versa), and all was right with the world.
Gotta have that vinegar smell wafting about as the color tablets dissolve, and the young folks impatiently await their opportunity to transform a plain white egg into a brightly decorated masterpiece of art
Dorothy said on March 28, 2005 at 5:39 am
Well, it’s a trio of us who dyed the eggs on Easter Sunday! My youngest sister visited for the weekend with her three, ages 10, 7 and 4. It was wild and memorable. I was astonished, however, that she’d never dyed eggs with her kids. (She says they don’t eat hard boiled eggs.) While the youngest napped the boys and I went to town on 11 eggs (one burst in the boiling). I heard “it smells like glue!” when I poured the vinegar, but they had a blast. We were surrounded by Legos, crayons and Uno cards all weekend. And best of all, they came to accept Augie, the resident pup. No small feat considering Zack had been bit by a dog twice before. I love it when kids come in a little frightened of the dog, but leave wishing they had one at their house.
Good luck today, Nance. Not sure what you need it for but I’m sending it your way. I’m just looking forward to a quiet house tonight, though. And Augie will enjoy it, too.
Mindy said on March 28, 2005 at 6:33 am
Lots of luck, Nance. Knock ’em dead.
John said on March 28, 2005 at 7:57 am
Grandma Ritter always had Bunny Bread and Foremost milk…bought at the local Piggly-Wiggly.
Jeff said on March 28, 2005 at 8:07 am
The St. Pete story on Michael Schiavo’s “fiance” isn’t gray, it’s Rocky Road Swirl, full of various colors and irreduceable lumps of reality as it’s lived. I’m on the “this shouldn’t be done this way, but he (Michael) is clearly if wrong-headedly just doing what he thinks he should do” side, and this story was a real hunk of balance, plus really, really good journalism. The lawyer (Felos) still gives me the creeps, but i wish more of the pro-life supporters of the Schindlers could read this.
Thanks, Nancy, and good luck! (Sounds like someone building up interview karma to me…)
Michael G said on March 28, 2005 at 8:45 am
Good luck, Nance. I’ve got everything crossed.
Nance said on March 28, 2005 at 9:05 am
Good God, I need to reread before I hit “publish.” All I have going today is two deadlines on two different pieces. By “big” day, I guess I meant “busy.” No interviews, just sweat at the keyboard.
Go on about your business. But thanks for the big ups, eh?
Dorothy said on March 28, 2005 at 9:39 am
Well go buy some lottery tickets anyway, just in case.
juan said on March 28, 2005 at 12:22 pm
While I’d be a little henky telling the kids’ other parents that they are attending “Scum of the Earth” church (explain THAT one to a family court judge!), I am certainly intriqued by any church that sponsors Texas Hold ’em Poker!
Amen! I’m All In!
mary said on March 28, 2005 at 2:02 pm
I just turned on the TV to see if there was any earthquake/tsunami news, and there was John Edward, TV psychic, commenting on Terri Schiavo on “The View.” Thinking fast, I turned off the the TV and returned to my desk.
harry near indy said on March 28, 2005 at 8:09 pm
you never said how big the bread bunny was, but guestimating its size compared to the hand in the picture, and to it’s price ($8.50), i’d say you got a very good bargain.