Use Your Elbows!

So when did Easter egg hunts turn into the kids' version of Black Friday?

I keep hearing these crazy stories of egg hunts turning ugly or even being canceled due to the unruly kids and parents! Come on, people.

I know egg hunts are competitive. But let's try to stick to common courtesy! Not to mention, these so-called egg hunts are more like egg races. Eggs aren't hidden, like they were in my day, they're just scattered in fields. In these cases no one's searching, they're just fighting to get to the eggs first! And the parents are egging them on. (Haha, see what I did there?)



It's just silly. Everyone knows kids taking on kids in epic battles for prizes (Hunger Games, anyone?) isn't the point of Easter. Reese's chocolate peanut butter eggs are! Just kidding....

I hope you all had a great Easter with your family and friends. I made a few loaves of makowiec, which is a traditional Polish poppyseed bread. It took a while to make, but it was worth it. I ate about 17 pieces yesterday. Maybe that's an exaggeration. Maybe not. Anyway, I should go into business it was that. good. Want to try it out? Click here for a recipe.





Happy Monday!

The Friday That is Black

Ugh. How does 9 a.m. feel like 4 p.m.?

That's right. When you roll out of bed at 3:30 in the morning.

If you're the type of person who thinks Black Friday is stupid, don't judge. And don't keep reading.

Last year was my first year out on Black Friday, and I thought it was so fabulous! I found great deals, completed almost all my Christmas shopping, and had fun experiencing something unique. If you know me, you know shopping usually makes me whine and drag my feet. However, this time of year, I sort of live for shopping. So my alarm went off, I convinced myself not to go back to sleep, and I headed out!

It was a rack of brightly colored scarves for $5 each. Oh my I love scarves! As I eagerly reached for the last pink one, a pointy elbow came out of nowhere and got me right in the side. As if in slow motion, I turned and slid simultaneously, falling on the ground only to let out a pathetic moan. I looked up as a woman smiled triumphantly, draped the scarf around her neck, and stepped on my hand as she walked past my crumpled body.



I just made that up.

It sounded pretty good though, right?

I WISH something like that had happened so I could blog about it, but everyone I met was really decent and friendly. We helped each other find things and chatted in line. Nothing dramatic. It's cool because most everyone is excited to be there and having a good time.

Did you have a good Thanksgiving? I had a great day with family; can't believe it's over already! Christmas is so close I can practically taste it! This year, I'm especially thankful for my job at the library. God gives His children so much more than they can ever imagine.

All right! Off to bed.

Sharing Does Not Apply Here

Don't cough into your hand.

The hand you touch things with. The hand you touch people with.

Didn't anyone teach you this? Don't you know how gross and unnecessary it is?

I'm not super concerned about germs. I wash my hands and use hand sanitizer, but I don't lie awake worrying about germs getting me. Exposure to germs keeps your immune system strong.

But coughing into your hand? Nasty.

Don't you know why God created elbows? Let me inform you.

1. To hold a baby's head.

2. To support your arms on the table. Or not, if you think that's rude.

3. To propel your way through a crowd, such as on upcoming Black Friday.

4. To cough into.



An elbow is perfect to cough (or sneeze!) into.  You're containing the germs, because how many times do you reach for things with your elbow?

Here is an important side note: Elbow usage can't be combined. You can only use your elbows for one thing at a time. That means, no coughing into your elbow if it contains a baby. And, obviously, no elbowing people around you at the table.

Have some common sense! Use the elbows God gave you! Don't cough into your hand, touch something, and then try to give me that something!

Pass it on.

Stand Tall

I used to really hate being tall. Now, I realize some benefits through the years:

1. Able to reach things off the top shelf. For me, or for random short strangers at the store.
2. Assumed to be much older than I really was.
3. Long legs to walk fast and pass short people on the sidewalk.
4. Tall enough to see over people’s heads at the theater, church, or a claustrophobic store on Black Friday.
5. Tall enough to look most people in the eye. Or down at the tops of their heads.
6. Could go deeper in the pool while still able to touch the bottom. This eliminated the risk of losing my footing and being devoured by “pool sharks,” who lived in the dark corners.
7. Long arms to grab falling items before they hit the ground (similar to “ElastiGirl”).
8. People assumed I played basketball. So they thought I was an exceptional athlete who used my height to my advantage, instead of curling up my limbs in a comfy chair and reading “Little House on the Prairie.”
9. Able to spot Easter eggs quicker, whether they be nestled in a tree or up on a dusty shelf.
10. Could easily place the angel on the top of the Christmas tree instead of blindly waving it above my head and getting my eyes poked by needles.

Sure, there are disadvantages of being tall. But, having dwelled on them much of my 21 years, I choose to leave them behind. Because they can’t catch up with me and my fast-walk.