April 4th, 2010

i completely forgot about april 4th, 2010. it's really kinda sad. as a Christian you'd think that besides Christmas, Resurrection Sunday would be on my radar. i'm not much for holidays - i really don't celebrate them. not since they've become overly commercialized and i've gotten callous to the fact that stores are pushing the holidays several months before the actual holiday date.
sure, when i was a kid i LOVED Easter. i loved that my mom would put a basket together and hide it outside under a bush somewhere (usually under our back bush or the front one that had my plastic easter egg decor all over it). i would wake up and run to my mom's room, wake her up before church and try and get some semblance of where the "Easter Bunny" may have hidden the basket. she and i both knew that i didn't believe in the ginormously creeped out pink or blue bunny (those bunnies still give me the creeps), but the idea of using my imagination was what my mom always pushed me to do. so, before the pretty frilly dress (yeah, you heard me - i used to wear the frilly stuff) was carefully put on (including accessories: hat, frilly socks, and patent leather shoes), i would run all throughout the yard looking for the basket. my mom...clever woman that she was (and to this day still does this to either teach me patience, torcher me, or to get a laugh) would empty the jelly beans, candies, and anything smaller than the size of my pinky finger and mix it all in the grass - and let me tell you there's a WHOLE crapload of grass in there. the plastic kind that got everywhere and boy did i hate that stuff. it was messy and would get everywhere and i refused to dump the basket to get to the candy until i couldn't take it anymore. if you know me, you know i like separating things, putting things in each individual pile and coordinating colors. this would take up the rest of my Sunday after church.
we no longer have the bush out front that used to be decorated with plastic easter eggs and the bush in the back is overgrown and unable hide anything near or underneath it. i no longer spend the Easter holiday at my mom's nor do i dress up in anything white, frilly, or overly prissy.
i remember these things as i continue with my beth moore esther bible study. we're 1/2 way through the study and she's made some remarkable points. but the lesson i'm on today reminded me to concentrate on 2 Peter 1:3-4 however, i went to 1 Peter 1:3-4 accidentally and it reminded about what Resurrection Sunday really means:
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. According to His great mercy, He has given us a new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that is imperishable, uncorrupted, and unfading, kept in heaven for you"
remember the memories as you begin to prepare for the upcoming celebrations.

Hockey Mania!

(Nashville Predator's Starting Goalie Pekka Rinne)

have you ever had something that gave you butterflies in your tummy and make your heart beat faster every time you thought of it? do you get anxious and nervous whenever you realize that you'll get to see that specific thing/person that you can't think straight? this is how i feel about going to a hockey game! i know. ridiculous. this all started when i was probably 10 years old when i took ice skating lessons and our teacher had on special black skates. i thought that only the cool skaters wore those skates and boy was i right! after the lesson i'd watch the older guys go on the ice in their pads, jerseys, gloves and sticks and glide across the ice following the puck across the ice. a little spark of envy crossed my eyes and the love of the sport grew in my heart. ever since then, i've been hooked.
the excitement of the cold arena, the zamboni, the anticipation of the glove throw down (ultimately done by Predators #22 Jordin TooToo), the traditions of the crowd, and best of all when overtime kicks in and the game lasts just a bit longer. the idea of walking with the crowd those 3 blocks from the parking garage to the arena in my hockey jersey and then as you walk in the doors you pass the boxes filled with programs just make for a perfect evening. i imagine this is what a die hard red sox or buckey fan would feel.

i'm sure when i meet my future husband this feeling will gravitate toward him - and if he loves hockey then i'll probably just burst.
so...until i meet that special man i'll just have to have those special butterflies for my favorite sport - HOCKEY!

Alice...Alice...Wake Up Alice...

i just can't contain myself. this weekend is the release of a movie that i have been waiting patiently for...Tim Burton's Alice In Wonderland. Alice has been one of my favorite fairy tales ever since i was a child. as a book reader, i used to get lost in the story lines of a book. i would imagine myself within the story interacting with the characters much like Alice did. after seeing the Disney cartoon, one Sunday afternoon after church the old Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass came on. i was immediately sucked in. the Jabberwalky scared me, TweedleDee and TweedleDum were annoying, and the Caterpillar smoked a hookah. there was a Crazy Mad Hatter having a tea party with a Mouse and Rabbit. over the years, many versions of the book have been adapted and i've begun collecting them. its a random collection with a similar baseline but each have a slight difference in the director's interpretation of the book.
not to mention the fabulous concoction that will appear with the collaboration of Tim Burton and Johnny Depp. those two are geniuses. i understand that not everyone will agree, however i do love when those two are working together. i look forward to this movie with anticipated excitement, well...pretty much i have been holding my breath this whole week with joy and happiness.
i think it would be amazing if Tim Burton took on a Jane Austen novel...how CRAZY would that be!