My First Blog

So, this is my first blog EVER. In all of my eighteen years on this earth, I never would have thought that I, Jen Baer, would be one to write a blog. But, here I am blogging away. I guess I have my friend Katy to thank for this. She herself has a blog and it inspired me to start my own. I have always been a dedicated reader, however, I have never been a fan of writing. I guess I just always figured why write my own stories when there are so many other interesting ones already out there for me to discover.

Anyway, this weekend was Easter. I never really understood this holiday. It is a day were you can stuff your face with as many chocolate bunnies, peanut butter eggs, and marshmallow peeps as you want and no one will say anything. Personally, I could never finish an whole peep. They taste like rubber (not that I have ever eaten rubber). However, I do love chocolate and peanut butter. I have to say though, I did not eat any Easter candy Yesterday. I was very proud of myself. I am not usually one to turn down food. It is a weakness of mine. Anyway, back to Easter. Who sat down and said, "Hey lets take bunnies, chicks, and pastel colors and throw them together to represent the day Jesus came back to life"? It just seems like a very strange concept to me. I guess it is just another one of those mysteries that will always go unsolved.

My family does not do a whole lot on Easter. We get up and work out because we always have to work out before we stuff our faces with yummy food. Then we go visit my Grandparents for a little while. Later on, we go home and eat ham, with a few other sides, for lunch. Some years, such as this one, my aunt Lara, uncle Joe and Bailey come over to eat with us. Next is the group nap time that lasts about an hour. After that we always eat dessert. This is my favorite part. The rest of the day varies except for dinner which is always leftovers.

A few years ago when my family at least pretended to be normal, we always did these huge Easter egg hunts. Each kid in the family would have a dozen eggs all the same color. Then they would be hidden all over the yard. Some were easy to find but others were more difficult. I remember, there was always one that had money in it which of course was the hardest to find. Mine for some reason were always pink. This crazy event always took place at my aunt Theresa's house. I also remember that she would make jello eggs. They were so yummy.

Once that ended, we started going to my Grandparents house and then just the past five or so years we have been hanging out at home. I actually like the staying at home thing. I guess it is because I have finely discovered what things are truly important to me. My immediate family being one of these. My family is close. I think that is because we are the kind of people that work hard for what we have and do not care what other people think about us. We also just get along (most of the time). Even when we do not agree, we eventually realize that we do not have to agree on everything. And little things like disagreement should not come between us. I was always told, "You can pick your friends but you can't pick your family." I am thankful every day that I was given the family that I have.