Another Easter Post. The Downside of Easter as an Adult

I realised something today. 
Easter is only fun if you're a kid, a parent and/or have kids around you during Easter. 

Back in the days when I used to wake up, wake my brother up, and go for a egg hunt. In the morning it was at our house. Mum and Dad would hide the eggs when we went to bed the night before (well, you know the story). Once we'd collected all the eggs (once Mum and Dad remembered where they hid them all) we'd get a chocolate bunny and have chocolate for breakfast. And some toast. 
Then at lunch we would go to my Grandparent's house. There (with our cousins) we'd have another egg hunt. This hunt happened outside (a much bigger area) and used much smaller eggs. This hunt was a lot more challenging and with extra people made it a lot more fun. 
I'm also pretty sure we never found them all and thanks to my Nunnu's bad memory; we were finding eggs days afterwards as well.
It wasn't all about the chocolate though. The family getting together, the great biscuits my Nunna used to make, and well...just the tradition of it really, brings a warmth and comforting feel every Easter. 

Then we grew up.

This morning when I got up, there were no strategically placed eggs on the TV, in a vase or behind a frame - not that I looked, or anything. 
To make it worse, Dad had to work. So by 10:30, he was outta here. 
When my brother got up (12 o'clock) Mum pulled out a carton of chocolate eggs. Except - even though they were the same ones we used to go looking for - she divided them up between the four of us (Dad had his own little pile) and we received our chocolate eggs that way. 
I do have to admit, if she'd made us going looking for them, I would have told her I'm not a kid and complained that it was lame. But still....
Then we got our bunnies - except this year, they weren't bunnies. They were a variety of different chocolates; I love the more sophisticated chocolate; but there goes an old tradition. 

But what about Grandma's house? Nope, that was lost this year too. My cousin's have gone down the Coast (those still living in Canberra anyway) and with Dad working, we spent Easter with my Grandparent's last night instead. 

*I'd just like to say I'm not complaining about the chocolates (not that Easter is about that anyway, at all) I just miss the traditions we used to have, and now as my brother and I are no longer kids - in age anyway - Easter isn't as exiting and the traditions we had seem to be lost. Because as adults, I guess there's no need to keep up a pretence. 

I suppose the Blog Title shouldn't really be 'the downsides to Easter as an Adult' but rather, 'the downsides to Easter if there's no kids around'. Though that makes it sound kinda creepy. 

So if you are spending this Easter with kids - be they your own, nephews or nieces, family friends kids, etc - treasure it!
Go looking for those chocolate eggs with them, hide them in the most ridiculous places where no kid will find them, eat as much chocolate as you can, and have chocolate for breakfast, lunch and dinner. 
Remember this time to be with family, if you're religious ( I am, but I don't want to shove it down people's throats) remember Jesus at this time; it is one of the most important times in the Christian calendar after all. 
Also, grab one of those round eggs, place it in your palm, and smash it against your forehead; just like my cousins and I used to do....Ah, the memories...

Writing Conundrum: A Piece That Doesn't Make Sense

So this morning I wrote a piece of children's writing for class. 
The idea is that it's a stand alone chapter for younger children, but could be brought out with other chapters to make it a simple chapter book. 
I was low on ideas.
But finally I came up with one - a shopping trip with a girl and her father. 
I wanted to make it something different so my mind flew off into different directions that could make the story interesting, funny and most importantly, appealing to younger readers. 
So off my story went, till I had something that I was pretty proud of. 
Leaving it for a while, I continued with other work, so when I came back to edit it, my mind would be fresh with the story. 
There was one thing in particular that stuck out in my mind - the story has no logic! It makes no sense and this could never happen in real life. 
I got the idea all wrong, and my perceptions of what a fridge at the supermarket looks like is all wrong. 
So now, I don't want to hand it in. 
But I have to. 
I cannot come up with other ideas (not at the moment anyway) and I know that whatever I do come up with, will probably suck just as bad. 
But I must hand it in - for my whole class to see - a story that makes no sense and has no logic or reason behind it! 
In my attempt to make it appealing for children, I have lost simple logic, making my story stupid and weak. 

So, do I hand it in, and say 'hey, it's for children, it doesn't need to make sense', or do I not and it in at all. Hm, very tricky, and once again proves, that I truly am a writing coward. 

*Also, no one else in my class has showed theirs yet (if they've done them at all) so I have nothing to go off, in how bad my story actually sucks. 

My City's Centenary: Celebrating Canberra's 100 Years

Hello people of the Internet! 
If you live anywhere other than my home town, I very much doubt you'll be aware that Canberra is turning 100 today. 
And props to you if you know where Canberra even is - that's a big achievement in itself. 
Yesterday I read a poem that a women wrote that told us everything she liked about Canberra - I tend to disagree. 
Don't get me wrong, I love this city so much - BUUUTTTTT, there are some things that I don't love - like, I mean, I really can't stand. 
So here's my poem in things that I 'love' about Canberra. 

Canberra: A Poem. 

I love Canberra.
I love how it's sweltering in Summer, and freezing cold in Winter.
I love how despite it's sweltering heat, we have no beach. 
I love how despite our freezing Winters, we get no snow.
I love the Canberra roads. 
I love the bumps and humps of the out of sight back roads. 
I love the Canberra drivers. Those selfish bastards that hog the road, with fists of anger and loathing. 
I love the Canberra people.
I love the Canberra Bogans, in their flannel shirts holding their goon bags. 
I love the Canberra Hipsters, in their flannel shirts holding their goon bags. 
I love Canberra's night-life.
I love the groping hands in Meche, and the perving eyes in Moose. 
I love the bands no one has ever heard of with their mediocre success. 
I love Canberra's reputation. 
I love how no one likes Canberra because they think we're boring. 
I love how no one visits because all the politicians are here.
I love how we get blamed for all of Australia's problems because we are her Capital. 
I love Canberra. 

*Just in case you didn't get the subtext - like is a euphemism. 

I Hate Lips of an Angel so Much!

Have you heard that Hinder song? 
I don't like it - I really hate it. 

The idea that some skank is ringing a guy with a girlfriend for emotion/sexual support is disgusting. And the guy is finding it hard to commit to his girlfriend cause said skank has 'lips of an angel.'

I feel seriously depressed when I hear this song, and want to kick the closest guy in the balls. Really hard. 

I hate the idea that he doesn't want to leave his girlfriend and instead drags her along while he longs for someone else; what a selfish prick. 
I dispise the way he says: 

It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue

I bet she does you arse-wipe. The way he makes it sound like she's too stupid (or they're to clever) to get caught also pisses me off. 

In this stanza there's also the mention of The Skank having a boyfriend. I hope the boyfriend punches this other guys lights out. 

And in case you're wondering; no, I have never been fucked over by a guy in this way (or any way for that matter) but regardless I hate the ideas this song brings. 

I guess it's because this whole idea could happen to me, these people could be anyone, and I'd hate to think I was in a loveless relationship. Ergh, even thinking about it makes me want to cry and reach for a bar of Turkish Delight. 

So in conclusion - I hate Lips of an Angel. It makes me sad. And turn me apathetic to everyone. 

And no. I will not post the song on here for you to listen to; find that horrible song for yourself. 

Please don't.