Egg-stra special Easter Bunny lessons
I got this email the other day and I thought it had a lot of good advice.
It starts out, "All I need to know, I learned from the Easter Bunny."
Hmmm, I thought. What can the Easter Bunny teach me? How to hop? How to live on grass? How to multiply?
*Don't put all your eggs in one basket.
I think the original meaning of the phrase was for people in business. The idea was to invest in many different avenues so if one thing failed, you had others to fall back on.
But I'm not in business, nor do I have money to spread around. So, Linda's Theory is, what's the worse that could happen? If I put all my eggs in one basket, that's only one trip I have to make to the refrigerator to put them away. Of course if I trip and fall, (and since I'm a world-class klutz and there's a good chance I might,) many, if not all, of my eggs will break. If that happens, I can make a delicious scrambled egg meal and I'll be left with a lovely basket I can fill with beautiful spring time flowers. Or more eggs.
*Everyone needs a friend who is all ears.
Everyone should have a friend like this. Someone we can share our innermost thoughts without fear of being laughed at or having judgment passed on us. Someone who commiserates with us when we're feeling sad, or can take a situation and turn it into a celebration of why we're friends. If you have more than one friend like this, you are a very lucky bunny.
*There's no such thing as too much candy.
Well, maybe if you're six. We won't even get into the whole calorie thing. So let's just talk about eating way too many of my aunt's fabulously delicious chocolate covered crackers filled with peanut butter and then getting sick. Then vowing to never eat another one only to do the same thing over and over, year after year.
*All work and no play can make you a basket case.
I'm all about a little work, a little play. A little work, a lot of play.
You ever notice when you're at home and you try to start one job but you somehow get sidetracked by a new magazine that just arrived in the mail or a show on HGTV that just begs to be watched or while dusting the office the computer calls out your name to check emails and then play a game of Solitaire? Or you have your whole day planned to do laundry and clean the oven when you get a phone call from the girls to come out and play? And isn't it wonderful to be at the age where it no longer matters if the oven stays dirty one more day?
*Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day.
I immediately jump to the obvious "bad hair day." I'm sooooo worried that I'm going bald! Every day there seems to be more hair in my brush than on my scalp. I'm starting to see mine in the front. I'm having nightmares where I wake up one morning and I look like Yul Brynner, Kojack and my poor dead neighbor, Beulah, who had more hair on her chin than on the top of her head!
*Let happy thoughts multiply like rabbits.
Whenever I hear that phrase "multiply like rabbits" it makes me think of the comedian who said that all you had to do was close the closet door and the wire coat hangers would breed like rabbits and multiply. So from now on, when I need a little picker upper, I'm going to try to envision my closet where I throw in one happy thought and when I open the closet door, more happy thoughts will come tumbling out.
*Keep your paws off other people's jelly beans.
Well, OK. I think God beat the bunny on this one. He gave two commandments: "Thou shall not steal" and "Thou shall not covet your neighbor's house; you shall not covet your neighbor's wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbor's." And that includes his jelly beans.
*Good things come in small, sugar coated packages.
I think we're back to that candy thing again. Of course this could also include cupcakes. Or little jewelry boxes tied up with a sweet little ribbon. A new-born baby that's wrapped in the softest blanket and smells powder fresh. A compliment from a loved one or a complete stranger.
*The grass is always greener in someone else's basket.
Remember, looks are deceiving. It just might look more green. Sure it's hard to take when another bunny has a better fur coat, or has more carrots or seems to have more jump in her hop. But maybe that other bunny doesn't have as warm a nest or someone as wonderful to snuggle up to. The message here is the mark of a good bunny is being able to appreciate the green grass in her own basket without being too green with envy of what's in some other bunny's basket.
*The best things in life are still sweet and gooey.
And their names are Harry and Becky, and my whole sweet, gooey family and circle of friends.
So who knew he was more than just a big white rabbit in a jazzy vest and bow tie who hides Easter eggs?
Guess we can't call him a Dumb Bunny anymore.