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What Easter Means To Me

What Easter Means to Me nowadays is vastly different than when I was a child. I was oblivious to the religious connection to the holiday, as a kid. I thought it was about the Easter Bunny, and hiding eggs in the yard. Literally we would hide real hard boiled eggs in the front and back yard for my sister and I to find. What Easter Means to Me Honestly, it changes from year to year, and from relationship status at the moment. I once dated a mother of two that were young enough to still enjoy chocolate bunnies, and other candies, while searching for plastic eggs and the prizes within. One of the other candies was (still is) the Just Born-marshmallow Peeps. Ugh! I never liked them, but loved the Washington Post's The Peep Show which was a contest on how to create the best art and diorama of the confection. After 10 years though, they have canceled it. Read about it here , but it's true! I would read about the reprint in the Seattle Times when it was still a printed new...

Bayne of Easter - Happy Easter To All

Happy Easter from the Evergreen State which is Washington State (NOT to be confused with Washington D.C. which is the acronym for District of Columbia) While watching the final minutes of the movie, Logan , as the main character Logan aka Wolverine using his Adamantium claws, brute strength and healing power to berserk his way through enemy soldiers to get to his daughter who was being hunted like a dog in a thin forested area, I was reminded of an #Easter memory. It's a day in Bayne history as the one "that Los went ALL Wolverine" (or Hulked out, or full-potato or well, you get the picture) Lemme explain further, and in more detail. Growing up in the modest city of Mountlake Terrace, my family was lower to middle, middle-class. So while we had money for a roof, food, and clothes, beyond that there really wasn't much to spend needlessly. Which meant no extra expenditures on toys! As a child, I had to be resourceful in securing new toys. Well, the City of Mou...