There is a South Park episode that explains it all.

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either way I'm pro bunny

As a Christian, the Easter story has great significance and meaning to me. But there are so many other traditions to be celebrated this time of year. And they are all good!

Happy Easter!

And check my wood pile...

6 hours in the smoker, apply glaze, another 20 minutes and ready to munch!

It's a nice holiday about family, fun and good eats. Religious and non-religious people can enjoy it.

More than Christmas.

It means Spring is just around the corner.

It's a holiday where we can relax and enjoy time with family instead of stressing over buying gifts, etc.

And have I mentioned Easter candy?

Jelly beans, marshmallow peeps, chocolate covered marshmallow bunnies, plain old chocolate bunnies...

mmmmmm

I only have one kid, a son who is now 30 years old. I never had a daughter. My brat kid says he and his wife will probably not have kids.

I have 7 step-grandsons.

Don't get me wrong, I love all the testosterone filled doofuses in my family...but, is it wrong for me to just have one little girl that I can buy pretty dresses for? I grew up, and still am, very much a tomboy, but even I loved (and still do) dressing up occasionally.

Damn.

Anyway, as a nonChristian, I agree with you. Have fun Snooper!

P.S. I should say that my son did give me a beautiful DIL that I spoil. Planning a shopping trip soon!

But now, after being a single mom of two sons, I finally have a grand-daughter. Whoo hoo!

And this atheist is going to spoil her at Easter, Christmas, St Patrick's Day etc. cause it's all about the love, not the religion.

I'm an only child. Except that I'm not a child any more. I was a tomboy raised by a single mom who was constantly pushing me into "pretty dresses." They had nothing to do with me, everything to do with her playing dress up and treating me like a doll.

I've dressed up on occasion. I've enjoyed knowing that I looked good on occasion. Dress and looks have never been a focus, or a priority, though. I notice that my mom gets all excited when I come out of my usual casual into something a little dressier, and suddenly wants to tell me how "pretty" I am. Like I'm not pretty unless I gild the lily. In that case, it's the gilding, not me, that is attractive. I don't blame her for holding the values she was raised with, but I grew up with the attitude that I'd be damned if my self-worth was going to rest on how "pretty" I was. I still feel that shudder down my spine when she gets all excited about what I'm wearing, or what I did to my hair. I'm almost 53.

This is probably why I bore and raised 2 sons; no nonsense about "pretty." I have to admit, though, that my grandson's obsession with his hair style is a bit irritating. I've never spent as much time in front of the mirror as he does.

All of which has, of course, nothing to do with Easter. I've got old black and white photos of me dressed to the nines, easter bonnet and all, as a little girl. I remember that those dresses were tight, scratchy, and I got in trouble if I ran around, got grass stains on anything, or wanted to crawl around looking under bushes for easter eggs.

There's a picture of me when I was two, wearing a fancy little dress with petticoats and bloomers and white tights, from the back end. I was on my knees on the sidewalk, butt up in the air, poking a stick into an ant hill erupting from a crack in the sidewalk. We were on our way into a church for a wedding. Another shot of me walking up the stairs of the church shows my dirty, holey knees in those precious white tights.

I also remember breaking my collar bone when I was five, hanging from the monkey bars by my knees. I fell off because, I was, of course, in a dress, and some little boy climbed up to the top to look down and sing about London and France. I let go to grab the dress and fell off.

I guess I was a trial to my mom.

I hope, if you are ever gifted with a girl, she LIKES pretty dresses, lol.

Over Christmas time various forms of bird food was set out on window sills by both the little ones and big ones.

On Sunday morning, candy, much of it ambiguously shaped like eggs, will appear on those same sills.

It represents the birds 'thank-you' for helping them through the dark and cold.

I was looking at Easter Candy. A young Muslim girl of about 11 was picking out Easter candy. Her mother wasn't far from her. I asked the young girl what she thought of Easter. her response was "it's the greatest, better than Halloween."

My 82 year old mother and I have just returned from a major candy store around here in Western PA. Got a fruit and nut egg, assorted molds, a 1 lb. rabbit and a bit more. Had fun.

but MY daughter got Bioshock Infinite for the PS3!

The little kids are hilarious in the Easter egg hunts.

a friend this week:

http://www.lasttrumpetministries.org/tracts/tract1.html

Here's a guy trying hard to keep his coreligionists from sacrificing to Baal.