I think it’s hard to love the holidays as much when you’re an adult as when you’re a child. Take for instance Easter. When I was a kid – I was fucking excited as hell that the Easter Bunny was going to hide a basket of candy for me somewhere in the house and if I found it, I could eat shit-tons of sugar all day and night! Wooooooooo! Then I became an adult and I realized, “Holy fuck, I can buy candy for myself!” And once you realize just how easy it is to get your hands on the earliest gateway drug, it ceases to have the same luster that it used to. Now I just have a mouth full of fillings to show for Easter’s come and gone.

Really, though – this time of year is all about fertility, right? So as I’ve matured as an adult, I’ve come to learn that I enjoy Easter weekend for “different” reasons.

(Three days off means PLENTY of recovery time after a few marathon sessions.)

I should add that I was raised Catholic, so I do give my little nods to Jesus and the Resurrection… because it’s a story that as I was growing up both creeped me out and amazed me at the same time. As I think I’ve said before, while I’m not religious – I don’t discount any religion, and I think that a lot of the Bible made for some entertaining stories with some great lessons to take from it… That is, if you aren’t a complete dick who will take bits and pieces of the Bible and create a Cliffs Notes of Hate out of it. But a story of betrayal, court drama, angry mobs, death, and then people going ape-shit when the dead fucking walk the earth? I’d buy a ticket to that movie.

In fact, I think I HAVE bought a ticket for that movie in another form…

Regardless, I took a bit of extra time off to celebrate my man’s birthday, so I’m making this one a four day weekend. And as luck would have it – he seems to be suffering from some major issues due to the pollen count lately. If we have the windows open even a crack, his allergies go crazy and he can barely function. He’s down to sleeping in two hour intervals, which has made him a job to be around in his waking hours – but I bought him some “Night-time” medicine which has always knocked his ass out, and should hopefully solve the lack of sleep problem.

For the time being, I wish everyone out there a good weekend, and where-ever you are: go find large quantities of candy and pretend you’re a child again! It won’t be nearly as much fun as you remember, but what the hell!