THE INNER WORKINGS...

back on the wagon.

Sorry I've been neglectful. Blame it on the rain. Or on school. Or on my visitors (which, by the way, were wonderfully welcome). Or on the fact that I momentarily forgot that I had a blog. But now that the visitors have boarded planes headed back home, that the sun has come out, and that I'm back to my procrastinating self and therefore have not really thought about school for the last two weeks, I decided to stop by.

In this month or so of my blogging absence, you might have experienced some concern imagining that I was left on the side of the road, in the dust (somewhat literally), watching the tailgate of the little red wagon fade into the horizon. First of all, I want to thank you for your concern. Second, I would like to pose a theoretical question: if you were really that concerned, why didn't you come looking for me? And third, I'm happy to tell you that there has been no falling off of the blog wagon. At least not this time around. (Lucky for you. You don't have to live with the guilt of having just left me there in the dust.)

Now that we've cleared that up, I'd like to share with you a little holiday cheer. Having lived outside of this dominion of capitalism for so long, there are certain things that sneak right up on me and give me a big old surprise. The commercialization of Easter is one of them. I have no idea how Jesus' death and resurrection inspired so many shades of pastel pink, chocolate bunnies, or plastic eggs filled with wonderfully vibrant beans made of jelly, but somehow, in the last 2,000 years, someone thought that the empty tomb might just look a little brighter with some baby yellow chicks and fake grass. And hey, as long as we remember the reason for the season, I'm not opposed.

What I am opposed to is this.


As if sitting in Santa's lap at Christmas wasn't sketchy enough.

I would like to know what protocol is when one makes the obligatory visit to the giant Easter Bunny. Do you tell him what you want for Christmas because Santa didn't quite get it right last year? Do you hand the guy a carrot? Invite him to your family's Easter Egg hunt? Tell him which Pez dispenser you were hoping for in your basket this year? These burning questions might just require me to jaunt on over to our local mall and conduct an exit-poll on otherwise unsuspecting children in lilac dresses. Because it's clear I need to help do some real investigative journalism to solve some of life's greatest mysteries.

Good thing I didn't fall off that wagon.

posted by Courtney @ 11:31 PM