It's Monday.

Well I hope you all had a very hoppy Easter. Mine was pretty good, I went to my first Baptist church service with Chris and his family in Fremont. It was no Westboro, but for the most part it was nice. I will say, it was a little different from the Catholic service I'm used to, there was no kneeling, no holy water, no "father, son, holy spirit, almond." And the other thing I couldn't figure out, which might be said at Catholic services too and I just don't pay attention, is when the minister continued to say how God is always praying for us when we're struggling... So I wondered, who does God pray to? Himself? Or... Or does God have a God us Catholics don't know about it? And in that case, I better make sure and spread the word because Catholics do NOT like to be left in the blue about things. The other thing that was weird was that no communion bread was given. If you don't have communion how can you leave early? Catholics need little mile markers through out the service so we know when it's okay to slip out early, but not too early so God does indeed know we came and worshipped and is able to put a check mark next to our name (it's just a bunch a paper work that has to do with length of stay in purgatory I guess.)

Anyway, shortly after service (the whole service) and lunch, Chris and I got in the car to make the trek back to Peker. I was lucky enough to be able to color eggs the day before in Norfolk, but I was disappointed no one had an Easter egg hunt for me. Chris offered to hide golf balls around the house once we got home but I told him it just wouldn't be the same. I don't know why people think only kids like the challenge of a good egg hunt, I still think I would find it quite entertaining. I'm hoping Knox will be up and about next year at this time so I will have someone to share the fun with, and even though I'll obviously be way better than him for at least the next 6-7 years I think it's my duty as a good aunt to teach him the art of mastering an egg hunt. I was the Norfolk Country Club egg hunt winner for three years running.

Today, as every Monday is, has been a real struggle. I was at one of my favorite ghetto schools, so I really anticipated a good day, but boy was I wrong. The kids were yelling and screaming and literally jumping on their desks. It was awful, I was in and out in about 20 minutes because I just couldn't take it. The worst of it was probably a little girl (and by little I mean HUGE) who sat in the front row directly in front of me and continued to ask me the most stupid ass questions the entire time I was trying to present.

"I don't like really like to take pictures. But what do you do in photography?"

I wasn't in the mood to play, so I just bluntly responded with,

"You take pictures."

"Oh, okay. And I have another question. What is fashion design?"

"You design fashions."

"Oh, okay. And what about video game design?"

"Give you one guess."

"Oh, okay. And what do you study?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, okay. And can I have more chips?"

It went back and forth, back and forth, for twenty minutes as the rest of the class hooted and hollered like a bunch of monkeys. Replaying that conversation I realize it doesn't sound that annoying, but it was. And she didn't have the slightest idea, no matter how many times I ignored her, that her questions were not relevant. Whoever once said that there is no such thing as a stupid question is an idiot.

I have a bad feeling it's going to be a long week. First of all, I can barely sleep at night as it gets closer and closer to William and Kate's wedding. And the other thing I'm anxious for is the National Teen Chef competition that I will be working in Kansas City this weekend. I am just thrilled I get to work not just Friday night, not just Saturday, but I get to give up my Sunday, as well to be surrounded by hundreds of the best high school chefs from all over the country. It's going to be a weekend to remember! I can barely wait. I love teenagers. Love love love them.