This past Sunday we reached another of the many small milestones that pave the path of Life: first Easter in LA.
I celebrated with a mani/pedi (done by yours truly):
Love the shimmery, soft pink ("Lion Around" by Essie), but the green ("Da Bush" by Essie) looked like I had mold on my toes. Sad face.
To make up for the brownies I made the night before, I softened some butter and threw together another batch, this time WITH flour, sugar, and butter. They were much better.
Michael made a reservation at Tam O'Shanter for Easter Brunch.
Though I thoroughly LOVED my St. Germaine cocktail (Sauvignon Blanc + St. Germaine liquor + soda = HEAVEN), I found one of those tabs used to hold bread bags under my potatoes which, in turn, caused me to lose my appetite. Plus our server ignored us and was a crabass the whole time. Needless to say, my meal was free, as well as a couple cocktails, which was the least a 4-star restaurant could do.
I wish we had a church to celebrate in, but hopefully the new one we're going to next week will help us reenter a church family. Overall, I had kind of a crappy day personally, but I can't really have a bad day on Easter, knowing my sins are forgiven because a man I never knew died for them.
Life has been almost unbearably emotional for the last two weeks and I'm so very angry. I've tried blogging about it, but I don't want to "bring anybody down" with my "drama." I almost tossed the Hodge Podge Gallery away, wanting to run and hide from the world because I'm so tired of people hurting me and Michael. But my husband, who is a fighter, convinced me to keep going. And so I will. Isn't that what Easter is about? Resurrection, a second chance, a new beginning with the burden of sin carried by Jesus. I hope these struggles become more and more distant as the days continue...