Since I’m just lounging on the couch, I thought I’d look through some of the old photos my mom put online a few years ago and find something good from Easter. I think this fits the bill!

That’s me and my brother Jesse. I recognize the blue bunny in the bucket—I had that well into adolescence! Don’t ask why I’m squatting, I don’t want to know either. Yes, we used to be blonde, and yes, my brother looks like a child model in this picture.

Here’s another good one. Me, Leslie, Jesse, and my Grandma on my Mom’s side. I’m clearly over the picture taking, Leslie looks possessed, Jesse is trying to steal that fish thing (which I recall had money in it to give to the hungry) from Grandma, and it features our fantastic knee socks and hand woven baskets. My basket looks pretty bad too—I was never good at DIY.

Here’s another from seems to be that same day. Leslie seems to have been exorcised, and we also include my mom and my grandpa. I guess my dad was the photo taker!

I can’t say for sure but I wouldn’t be surprised if this were from Easter another year. Usually pictures were from some holiday! Ah, the days when it cost money to take pictures…

The past few days have been a blur of nothingness. I’ve done a few gigs/rehearsals, but mostly just been a blob on the couch. I hate it, but I just don’t have the energy for anything else! The best part is that I KNOW this is just a bad cold and it’ll pass and then I’ll get back to regular life. I’ve also read a few books which has been nice, but this wasn’t how I planned to spend my weekend. I planned to do a lot of practicing, some work, some fun stuff—relaxing AND socializing. I had to cancel an Easter Potluck I was invited to because I’m just too gross and miserable 🙁 I’m really just whining. I’ll be just fine.

I haven’t had any Easter Candy this year though. My favorite are the Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs. I did get some candy at Trader Joe’s the other day: Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Salted Caramel Truffles. I had one last night: the verdict is GOOD but a bit of too many flavors all together. That’s what I get for being greedy. Don’t worry, I will manage to finish the bag eventually…it’ll be a bit of a hardship but I can do it 😉

What’s your favorite Easter Candy? Do you have any pictures of your pets dressed up in funny seasonal costumes? (This isn’t something I have, but I certainly wish I did—photoshop perhaps?)

I’m pretty sure the cat wasn’t really enjoying this.

But I did rock at building stuff and being blonde. And so did my brother Jesse.

A short lived stunt in T-Ball. Confession: I don’t believe I even got a hit. In T Ball. THE BALL IS RIGHT THERE ON A T AND YOU JUST HAVE TO SWING AT IT.

So originally I thought it was odd that I was the one in yellow and Leslie and Jesse got pink and blue. But I recently realized that I am the only sibling with a name that is ONLY a girl’s name. Jesse/Jessie. Leslie can be a guy’s name. Carrie/Cary. So…I had yellow because my gender was clear.

I grew up in a small town in South Carolina.   Clinton, South Carolina. 

I used to spend much of my free time (at least in the summer) traipsing around town on my bike with my younger sister Leslie and my friend Suzanne.  I don’t remember quite how old we were, but I’d say under 10 (and then subtract three years for Leslie.)  We would ride our bikes all day long, only occasionally stopping to collect enough change to hit up the Pizza Inn buffet, which was a place that charged 20 cents per year, so it was easy to get enough change for that.  They also gave out free buffet coupons for perfect report cards and we tended to have a fair amount of those lying around too.

One day there was a bike-a-thon of sorts going through the neighborhood we lived in.  A lot of people rode by, and kept asking us if we were in the bike-a-thon.  We got tired of being asked that, so we made signs that we put on our backs that said "We are not in the bike-a-thon."

I try to remember that when I tease children today.  Sometimes it gets old.  And you want to make a sign about it, because then people will stop asking you.  And then later you realize that likely no one thought you were in the bike-a-thon because you were a bunch of little girls riding your bikes around a neighbor’s driveway, and the bike-a-thon was all adults, adults who thought they were VERY FUNNY.