It's quiet. Unnatually quiet. And damn cold. We were sweating yesterday and now I'm hunting for my sweater.

Let's see...church was nice...inspiring even. I like our pastor, I really do. Even though I don't agree with everything that comes out of his mouth I believe he is very sincere in his beliefs and is a good-hearted and kind person and that goes a LONG way. And he's funny and not always so serious as some in the past have been. I saw lots of people that I hadn't seen since the last big holiday. I did bite my tongue and refrain from actually saying that aloud as we all greeted each other. Then there is the Rude Family as I think of them. They always pick a pew where another family is sitting. Then about 10 or 15 minutes into the service the other half of the Rude Family arrives and tries to squeeze 2 adults and several more children into a spot big enough for one medium sized person. So then the original family who always sits on that pew graciously gets up and moves. They tried to do that to us on more than one occasion but I determinedly dug my heels in and they eventually left us alone and went to bench-bump someone else. People are strange. I don't mean that in an ugly way and I know I myself have many strange ways but you wonder what people are thinking sometimes.

I'd like to spend the afternoon at the movies, mindlessly stuffing popcorn in my mouth and trying to eat milk duds and avoid my bad teeth. Alas, it's not to be. The family obligation thing has reared it's head and we're to go to my sister's.

It wasn't until after making my new journal that I looked around and read about the LJ strike for Friday so I didn't post anything, hope it's not a bad omen to have made created my journal on that particular day. I don't know why LJ can't leave well enough alone. It's hard to feel secure when the rules are forever changing but you know it seems like that everywhere in my life right now and I really don't like it.

I'm boiling eggs on the stove, cross your fingers that I don't forget them. I usually boil them a little longer than is proper but I'd rather they be a little overdone than squishy. And no cracks, dyed eggs look crappy with cracks and the white trying to bulge out.

I'm hoping everyone will leave me alone for most of the day. I have a ham in the oven, even though it says fully cooked and just heat thoroughly I like to actually cook it some more. If you hang around here much you'll find I'm funny about my food, you won't catch me eating anything even close to rare. But the ham is for dinner this evening and plenty left over for tomorrow. That way if we decide to go eat somewhere or with other family it's okay but if we stay home it's still okay. I'm voting for the staying home thing myself.

And I've also picked out what I'll wear to church in the morning, and I ironed it. Usually I'm not too dressy, I've been told all my life that it doesn't matter what you wear so long as you just come to church so I've tested that a hundred times over the years and I've found it's true. I just smile at all the older ladies in their nice suits and heels and I've found God makes me feel welcome no matter what they're thinking under their poofy old hairdos. But I will wear my nicest slacks and a pretty new top for Easter services. My shoes aren't quite up to par but then it wouldn't be normal if everything went smoothly.