Well, there went Easter, faster than a slithering snake. It seemed like it took forever to get here, though.
Oh yeah. It did.
I was hopeful for a visit from the Easter Bunny but all I got was an appearance of Mr. Dry and Scaly:
Click to enlarge at your own risk.
He didn't even leave me any chocolate.
Loser.
I hope he loses himself somewhere munching happily ever after on juicy rodents.
OK. So it's not a boa and I'm just guessing that's what happened to the Easter Bunny since he didn't visit me. Work with me here.
WARNING: Don't go to flickr and search for "snake eating".
Ugh.
Speaking of juicy, Easter was yummy. My mom got a ham (She didn't actually "get" the pig, 'K?) and cooked us some veggies. On Sunday, I made Brats wrapped in phyllo with spicy brown mustard and a bit of cheese. I also made some scalloped potatoes. YUM! Homemade Coconut-Lime cookies were for dessert. Nothing low-cal was served.
Oink.
Ok. Ok. Maybe the veggies and the salad.
Did I mention deviled eggs?
Yeah, those too. My mom made them for us.
Burp.
**loosens belt to allow belly to expand**
NEIGHBORS, GOTTA LUV'M: My neighbor pulls her car over as I'm working in my rock garden and points to something I have growing near Big Tex. She said "I've been trying to grow that. It attracts Monarch butterflies." Evil Twin replied, "I think the secret is to not try. Heh Heh. Mine just appeared here and I just let it be."
I piped in telling her she was welcome to some of it as it has popped up in quite a few places in my rock garden.
"Here, butterfly, butterfly."
This neighbor is usually nice but can be a bit hoity-toity sometimes.
She explained that it was Milkweed, as if I should have known.
Pffft.
This is the same lady that left a belligerent message on my friend's answering machine, chastising her husband for scheduling a neighborhood board meeting on a church night. Hum....
Point, Comma, Missed.
Perhaps she also has an Evil Twin that doesn't hide as well as mine does.
Did you just say that mine DOESN'T hide well?
Oops.
INTROSPECTION: Some of you may know that I teach yoga and pilates classes. The yoga helps soothe Evil Twin. I said "helps". I go to workshops and trainings occasionally for continuing education. Recently, I noticed a workshop that was limited to about 20 participants. Their ad said "Only those truly committed to a paradigm shift need apply". Apply? Sheesh. No judgment there. Ha. Paradigm shift? Really?
On one hand, I can understand someone wanting to continue to grow and improve themselves but some people always seem to be looking for something. What's wrong with being content with your Evil Twin you?
Complacency anyone?
Ok. Enough of the deep stuff. Go forth and be hoppy....er...happy! A little humor never hurt anyone.
Photo credits: Reffie from her garden, always full of surprises!
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16 comments:
Snake! EWE!
I'm glad you went full calorie for the holiday. mmmmm
"Paradigm Shift" - That's just east of the Continental Shelf, where all whack jobs are truly committed.
If Bagel the beagle was still alive, he'd shred that slithering scaly thing. As for NutJob? She'd be under the bed.
Here's how out of touch I am: I don't even know what a Paradigm Shift is! IS it anything like the Hustle? Now THAT, I can do!
Thanks for the laugh, I needed that, Geek!
I think I just had a Paradigm Shift unless that was an out-of-body experience.
Was that a bad snake or a good snake? Let's put it this way. Is it okay to do gardening while the snake is hanging out?
Your hoity toity neighbor, pointing out the obvious to the idiot neighbor....hmmmm....I know that if you had laughed at her, you would change your mind about "a little humor never hurt anyone".
So....not EVERYTHING is better in Texas, eh?
HA!!!
Woops! Looks like Evil Twin visited ME!
hee hee hee
@Madge - Ah, but it's a GOOD snake....as long as he keeps his distance.
@Deb - I'm sure Bagel flipped over the paradigm shift in the afterlife.
@Joan - LOL - It's one of the fad terms for "life-changing". I'm sure there will be dancing. Some of these yoga folks really like to dance!
@Lauren - It's a good snake. It eats rodents and is not poisonous - not that I want to play with it or anything. An out-of-body experience sounds like a good description of a paradigm shift. :)
@Dana - So I shouldn't have laughed at her?
@Quirky - You always say you want to borrow the twin. It looks like you got your wish. Hee Hee.
I will visit very often in this site because you have plenty of brilliant insights and you are actually at this a long time, that's very impressive and tells me you know a lot. I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more credence and attaches so much more importance to waking events than to those occurring in dreams... Man... Is above all the plaything of his memory?
I think I just got a little bit fatter reading this. Yum!
Okay, I've never tried yoga except to give the boat pose a try after one of my blog friends wrote about it. I think I'm sort of doing it right, but I don't know.
Anyway, my impression of yoga is that it's a high-brow thing that Madonna and Gwyneth Paltrow do in their spare time.
And then I read about the paradigm shift (just wrote sh*t by accident) and I though, I can see Madonna in that class levitating five inches above ground because she's so enlightened.
So what am I saying? I guess there are snobs in every corner of the world giving a bad name to every activity out there. Now in the interest of full disclosure I must admit to being a Chuck Taylor snob.
I love low tops and tend to turn up my nose at high tops. But I try to be quiet about it -- no sense in starting a fight I know I cannot finish.
@ireland - Yeah....um...
@Ziva - Me, too. **buttons popping**
@cardiogirl - Low tops! Appalling! :)
Levitating. Hee Hee. Wouldn't that be cool?
Forget that. I want to jump immediately into being able to fly.
I've heard the argument about yoga and pilates being faddish and associated with celebrities with too much time on their hands. Oh, well. Yes, there are quite a few "snobs" out there in every activity, like you said.
Fortunately, there are some quality yoga and pilates programs being taught at local gyms and studios that are helping people meet their fitness goals and provide a way for them to calm down and focus.
I'll drink to complacency!...or anything else for that matter.
Throw in some left over ham and it's a party! (-:
the snake ate my bunny -- instead of the dingo -- ah, that's what happened...wondered why he didn't make an appearance...I plan to write a post on my pickled eggs soon -- like them better than deviled eggs, and that's saying a lot. I love your Texas shaped rock/cement decoration -- too cute...as for your neighbor chastising someone about scheduling on a 'church' night??! Does she live in a bell jar? Why would she assume everyone would know when 'her' church met during the week?? Geez...
I killed a bunny by mistake once. It's not something I'm proud of, but I saw it in my bushes and tried to get a closer look, it got scared and jumped down our sump pump. It still haunts me, the bunny incident does.
Needless to say I never get chocolate anymore at Easter. You know how rabbits are, this dead bunny had to be related to the Easter Bunny.
Although I grew up one stop before the middle of nowhere, that stop was a full-fledged town. I lived in the middle of that town, a place concreted enough to not include snakes.
When I became more of a country girl, with a real yard and woods and everything, I learned about snakes... I don't like it one bit.
When you hear high pitched screaming, you'll know the city girl just had a run in. I think I need to get an evil twin.
@Mrsblogalot - I'll join you with that drink!
@Wonder Wye - Thanks. I have another Texas stone out back! Yes, said neighbor lives in a jar, rarely going anywhere besides church. Pickled eggs? I've heard those are good.
@Sue - Where has all the chocolate gone? Long time passing... Sigh.
@Ivy - Yes, you need that Twin to help with the bugs and snakes. You poor city girl!
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