A couple of thoughts...
1) Isn't it weird how people imagine Jesus to look like? The guy who always plays Jesus in our church's various productions involving Jesus doesn't look anything like I imagine Jesus looks like. Plus, I always imagined Jesus as being this really humble, possibly kind of self-deprecating dude, and this guy? Acts like he really thinks he IS Jesus. Dude! You only get to play him because you don't mind wearing the wig, okay? Get over yourself.
Actually, I think Jesus wears Dockers and possibly Teva sandals. And he's really funny and cracks jokes a lot, and maybe he still has long hair, but he's definitely not as white as all those pictures depict him to be. And I think he really likes me and he's smiling as I type this, because really, how the crap am I supposed to know what he looks like? What if I show up in Heaven and I'm all like, "Hey Jesus! Whassup?" and he really does look like Morgan Freeman?
At any rate, it'll be awesome.
2) It's really freaking cold. For whatever reason it seems like it always get super cold at Easter. We got up today and it was in the 20's.
More annoying? All these little girls at church with sleeveless dresses and sandals on. MOTHERS. For the love of God! It's cold! I know they looked cute, but seriously. Put some tights on those legs.
3) Also? I know parents of very small babies need Jesus too, but can't they leave their baby in the nursery while services are going on? I really don't mean that to be mean, but it's hard for me to get my Jesus on while a small child is going like this:
and the mother is totally ignoring the squalls.
Because I mean, if the mother got up and walked the kid around or whatever, I wouldn't have nearly as much issue with it.
But seriously? When you act like you can't hear the kid crying? That just makes you look really stupid. Because EVERYONE ELSE can hear the kid crying.
4) Finally, further proof my children are hysterical.
We stopped at the market after church and Jason ran in while the kids and I stayed in the car.
Apparently, Boy Child farted.
GC: Gross! Boy Child FARTED!
BC: What? Eww! Girl Child! Stop farting!
GC: What? I didn't fart! You farted!
BC: Gross! You smell GROSS!
GC: Brother! You cannot blame me for that rip!
Me: Good LORD. Could you please stop saying fart! We just left church!
BC: And God and Jesus don't like farting!
GC: Everyone farts, brother. Even Jesus.