Inevitably, the day before a holiday is going to be a crazy, busy day. I'm not exactly sure why, since you can look at calendars far into the future dates the and see exactly when Easter 2015 is going to be. But I bet next year on the Saturday before Easter, I'll be having another crazy, busy day. I just don't understand.
Today was no different. I woke up at 7:30 a.m. and haven't stopped till now, at 8:33 p.m.
Here's a sample of what I did today. I made my mom's Crusty Pound Cake. Do you ever need a relatively simple, very southern and very homemade dessert? This is the perfect thing. It also uses ingredients that, even I, have on hand. Well, all except for the eggs. My daddy brought me a dozen REAL EGGS. Yeah, you know, the brown-colored ones that come from real, farm-raised chickens! I'm lucky, I know.
It looks so pretty in my glass cake dome! It's a pretty cake! The appearance doesn't hold a candle to the taste of it, though! It's so moist, little lemony, little vanilla, WONDERFUL!
I had been looking for an Easter apron or something springy, something festive. I couldn't find anything. So if I see an Easter apron on clearance anywhere or if I can remember next year, I want to get an Easter apron.
Michael's came to my rescue, though, with a plain canvas apron, a beautiful cross and verse of scripture iron-on transferrable. I made myself an Easter apron.
After we left the cemetary, daddy drove me around to one of the subdivisions he worked in when I was growing up. I couldn't begin to count the number of times I had heard him talking to someone about the Chapparal. The Chapparal, and the work it gave daddy, helped raise Crystal, Suz and me. Then he showed me a road he used to drive on as a teenage boy. He said he knew that he had gotten his car up to 100. It was a narrow, curvy road, too. Man, I bet he gave his momma a few gray hairs.
We got back to their house and I helped mom carry her groceries in the house. Is that not one of the worst domestic jobs there is? I hate it. I will carry 48 bags and practically dislocate my shoulder to make one trip. She hates it, too.
Came home and finished tidying up after my cooking earlier in the day. Then I gave myself a DIY mani/pedi. I am not a fan of DIY mani/pedis. I don't have a steady had, even though I've been polishing my nails since I was probably eight years old.
Oh, well. I hope everyone has a wonderful Easter Sunday. I hope everyone celebrates the risen Savior we serve. I hope everyone eats too much of that oh, so perfect Easter candy. And I hope everyone enjoys the time they spend with their loved ones. I can tell you that A Girl Named Kelly Kelly plans to do all of the above. And bake two hams in the morning before church...
Till next time...