An Easter Surprise

This Easter weekend I had planned on visiting my boyfriend down at his college. While there, we went bowling with friends, ate a scrumptious breakfast at Cracker Barrel, played tennis until our arms ached, and caught Jim Gaffigan’s comedy show down in Roanoke. I could dedicate a post to every noteworthy element that made up our time together, and yet, there was something missing come Sunday morning. Though it had the all the essentials for a memorable weekend, the fact that I was missing Easter Sunday with my family was rather devastating.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I didn’t have to sit in a stuffy church listening to babies cry for an hour and a half, but I missed having the “Easter Bunny” hide eggs around the house and having an excuse to eat chocolate for breakfast. I know I’m not a kid any longer, heck, I’m not even a teenager any more, but those are some quality family memories that I never wanted to lose. And that fact that there weren’t going to be any hidden eggs for my brother to find due to my absence left me riddled with guilt and an urge to change this year’s depressing Easter fate. I had to make it home for Easter.

After waking up that morning, I embarked upon my Easter adventure through the rain and fog. I called my parents to let them know that I wouldn’t be heading back to school until later that night and that I was bummed out about not spending time with them, they ate it up. I took pride in my lie as I drove the 5 hours up north to bring me closer to their long-lost faces and hoards of candy stored in the cupboard.

When I pulled into our driveway I made sure to park the car far back from the house and close the car door as silently as my anxious hand would allow. I ducked under windows while trying to maintain balance with my suitcase and made it to the front door not a moment too soon. Not only was I proud of my undeniable stealth, but I was positively giddy with the excitement of being reunited with my family. I rang the doorbell and hid below the glass window in the middle of the door, not daring to make a sound. Out came my grandfather looking rather confused until he spotted me stooped low to the ground. He began silently laughing and helped me up into the foyer where he called for the whole family to gather. My dad came first, and as he tried to hide his shock, a big smile broke out onto his face. My mom and grandmother could hardly believe I was real, so thoroughly convinced were they that I would be going straight back to school. My brother met my arrival with an air of teenage indifference…

What followed was a sweet and memorable Easter day with my family. We ate a great dinner, talked about our lives, and watched a documentary about the Raven’s championship season. Suddenly, I had a new highlight from my weekend.

P.S.        My cat usually sits in a box on our big table. When we took it away for Easter dinner, she just wouldn’t have it. We’ve never had a cuter centerpiece. IMG_1923

Stress Drinking

I have a lot of midterms coming up. Yikes! In addition, I have two papers, a business proposal, and a website design due. Double yikes! And while trying to juggle all of my academic responsibilities I still have two jobs and a steady date with the gym. But, instead of shirking away from my responsibilities, I am facing them head on with a little help from what’s in my mug.

That’s right folks, I’ve been drinking hot chocolate and plenty of it. It’s the perfect thing to lighten my mood when I’m in the middle of a theory review, or need a boost to get through those last 20 pages of The House of Mirth. I love using lists to get my work done, but those lists just don’t give me the same satisfaction as a nice steamy cup of Swiss Miss hot chocolate, stirred smoothly, and topped off with a little skim milk so it’s enough to warm me, but not too hot as to burn a hole in my tongue  Even as winter begins to leave us, this is one treat I’m going to continue indulging in until the end of the semester. Because, what makes you happier than chocolate? Actually, I really don’t know…but if I find something, I’ll write a blog about it.

Mine never look as good as this...But I'm sure it tastes just as delicious!

Mine never look as good as this…But I’m sure they taste equally delicious!