It is Easter. The day our lord and savior found eggs...right? I think commercialism may have confused me a little. I know there are baskets...that I know.
In other news. I still haven't gone to the gym since I've been back. My DAD however has been hitting the gym like a f***ing champion! Good work, dad.
All through growing up I know my dad's back has hurt...and got progressively worse as years went by. On the cruise ship my folks got VIP treatment which meant free access to the spa. My dad went to the spa and use the steam room or sauna or something and said he had the first pain-free day in a long time.
Does he just walk away saying "Well, that was good...I'll miss it." NO! He got a gym membership and is there not just using the steam room, but working out.
I'm proud of you, dad. You too, mom...but for different stuff. ;) Seana...we'll see (BURN!)
Eat eggs for Jesus everyone!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
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It's ok to spellout "Freaking". Ah, my kingdom for a hot tub. That's what did it for me on the ship. Don't want to own one as I don't want to maintenance it. The message of Easter is not chicks and bunnies - that is pagan fertility input. Be fruitful and multiply is a different Christian ceremony called marriage. The message of Easter is The tomb is empty - Yesua is alive! Believe it or don't. go visit religious places with dead leaders. Merry Easter, all. Dad
i didn't eat any eggs. but if i did, they would have been for dead jesus.
if you get this before you write your next blog, say whether or not you'll be coming to bh and if deanna is coming too, por favor.
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