My weekend from Crapsville has decided to extend itself into the week from Crapsville (I will tell you one day, I promise, I just don’t want to jinx anything). So I was halfway through my supermarket shopping today and decided to pop a therapeutic Cadbury’s Creme Egg into my trolley (ooh, I love Creme eggs - that beautiful, gooey centre - yurmmmm). I started to ponder why Easter eggs are being sold in January (I’m not complaining, honest), but then I thought - hang on, I shouldn’t even celebrate Easter really, because I’m just not religious in any way, and it’s probably a bloody cheek. All the religious people probably look at all us heathens eating their Creme Eggs and get really annoyed.
When I say I’m not religious, I don’t mean like an atheist or anything - that’s too strong. I went to church when I was a child, sang in the choir and all that, but I don’t know, somehow it’s just not for me. I’m all for anyone else believing in anything they like: God, miracles, fairies, Santa, whatever. Don’t shoot me, but I’m just one of those people that’s not good at abstract ideas. At the risk of sounding too much like a Vulcan, it’s all too illogical for me, I’m afraid - believing in something that can’t be proved, crediting something invisible every time something goes right, and then not blaming them when it goes wrong?? Nah. Too complicated. As Charles Darwin said, ‘I cannot persuade myself that a beneficent and omnipotent God would have designedly created that a cat should play with mice’. Fair point, methinks. Still, I have the utmost respect for everyone’s religion and find it all fascinating. I think if I was going to be anything, I’d be a Buddhist - they seem a nice gentle bunch. But then as a self-confessed spider murderer that’s probably not for me either.
And then I thought maybe us secular folk could celebrate something slightly different, like Eggmas or Spring Chocolate Break or something. Oh, but then does that mean I shouldn’t really celebrate Christmas either, which is a bummer? But then I got to the checkout and realised I’d forgotten my shopping bags (curse this green nation!) and then I forgot all about religion and eggs and chickens and Christmas. I’m dead fickle, me.



As for sugary centres, it’s all goo-d.
Comment by 73man — January 23, 2008 @ 10:45 am
It also means two bank holiday weekends in a row!
Comment by 5h4mr0(k — January 23, 2008 @ 11:04 am
Comment by aidy — January 23, 2008 @ 11:49 am
Comment by Natalie — January 23, 2008 @ 1:04 pm
And all of you are under his hairy, toasty thumb.
Yellow fondant - BLEEUGH! XP
Comment by Jennynib — January 23, 2008 @ 3:32 pm
Comment by Wee Jen — January 23, 2008 @ 4:05 pm
Comment by Anne Bebbington — January 23, 2008 @ 7:47 pm
Comment by Moon — January 23, 2008 @ 8:35 pm
73: Your puns get worse. Pun-bearable in fact. Heh.
5h4mr0(k: Ah there you are - where’ve you been? Kept checking back but no you! Two bank hols y’say? Woohoo!
Aidy: Ohhhh yes. Gotta be done. Lots!
Nats: Good grief, girl - you’ll start to look like one!! x
J: I knew you’d mention that I have horns. My thumbs aren’t hairy though. Honest!! x
Wee one: Bite the top off, lick out the goo, then the choccy shell goes in all at once (I know, I’m a fatty). You?
Anne: Welcome! Everyone, this is Anne. Anne: this is everyone. Pull up a chaise longue. Glad you liked Bertie’s nest building. He’s intellectually challenged, bless his furry boots.
Moon: Eggs..Easter…resurrection…new life…chicken babies…yada yada. I dunno actually. Jen??
Comment by englishmuminireland — January 23, 2008 @ 9:56 pm
I found myself telling my NS age boys this morning that God created Eve from Adams rib….but rounded it off with, ‘well, according to the Bible, but other people believe other things, shit look at the time, late for school….’ creme eggs, urgh!kids
love them, but then they don’t know what toothache feels like!!
Comment by Queen of Clean — January 24, 2008 @ 1:23 am
Comment by Wee Jen — January 24, 2008 @ 9:58 am
Wee One: Mmm nice technique. I’ll have to try that. I did discover that they don’t go nicely with red wine last night. Unlike Green and Black’s which is a combination made in heaven! xx
Comment by englishmuminireland — January 24, 2008 @ 10:43 am
We eat eggs at Easter to celebrate the concept of resurrection (a la JC) or rebirth (a la loony druid types). Originally, the hen sort, fabulously decorted (think Fabergé) and then, greedy piglets that we are, turned the whole thing into an eagerly anticipated Chocolate Gorging Scoffing Orgy. Sluuuuurp!
Uh-oh… TWO English Mums? Hey, 73! Is there a spare bed at your place?
Wee Jen; Snarf. Heh, Heh. Will be using that one today…
Comment by Jennynib — January 24, 2008 @ 2:25 pm
73: Don’t take her in. She drinks all your Merlot.
Comment by Englishmuminireland — January 24, 2008 @ 9:23 pm
Comment by 73man — January 25, 2008 @ 11:17 am