I arrived at work on Friday morning to a flurry of commotion in the hallway outside my workspace. Kevin, Jeremy and Amber were running and laughing towards the end of the hallway with Target bags in their hands, and my first instinct was... "Wasn't April Fools Day yesterday?!" It only took seconds for me to realize that they weren't distributing jokes, but collecting eggs. One might think that a "bunny hunt" would be a little more appropriate than an easter egg hunt for the headquarters of the National Rifle Association, but don't be fooled, the people, in our division at least, are all kids at heart.
Breanne (our admin) had hidden eggs throughout the division, and sent out an email declaring that the egg hunt would begin at 9 and the winner would receive a prize. Now you must realize that three of the most competitive and energetic individuals often are among the first to arrive, and they just couldn't wait until 9. Fortunately, I arrived early too, and didn't miss out on the fun. I dropped my bag and joined the hunt. We scoured the whole division for the 30-something eggs cleverly hidden in printers, microwaves, fax boxes, and file drawers, all found before the 8:40 crowd showed up. Although I was not the winner, it was quite fun, and we were tasked with re-hiding the eggs for the others who would start the hunt at 9. It made for quite a fun morning, but let's be honest.... who wants to work after starting a morning that way?! Good thing I had a mindless task that kept me busy for a good 3 hours. (Jennifer B.- Making raffle packs has replaced folding newsletters, but raffle packs don't take the forearm power. :) )
Kara and I were Easter twins for the day. Our original plan was to wear our matching green pants, and I knew she was planning a pink shirt. I honestly didn't plan to wear the pink and be completely matching, but when I woke up, little else matched with the green pants. Of course, some people (ahem- Clay) say that pink and green don't match, but the Preppy Handbook says otherwise. And I know, because my college roommate Sarah had an original copy (literally). :)
After a long day of spring fever and playtime at work, I drove back to my neck of the woods with the windows rolled down and Oldies blaring through my speakers. For some reason, I had this huge craving for my favorite summertime cocktail, and I decided to see if my local ABC store was cool enough to carry the Southern delicacy called Firefly. To my great surprise, they stocked it in all its flavors (I must say I was unaware that it came in anything other than original). So I proceeded to the checkout counter where I was for the first time ever in a liquor store greeted by a white man with absolutely no foreign accent. I ran in the grocery store to get the frozen lemonade required of Clay and I's creation. The final product:
mmmm.... sweet summertime I can see you coming 'round the bend. :)
Today hasn't been so exciting after yesterday's tomfoolery, but it's been a good day! I opened the windows and screen door to let in the nice cool breeze and the springtime sounds while I scoured the internet for possible new residences. I must say, I did get a little frustrated at one point, but I think there is a light at the end of the tunnel that I can just barely see glimmering in the distance.
This evening, I continued the new book I began last night when I thought it was just too nice a day to watch tv while sipping my Arnold Palmer. It's based on the true story of a woman named Eastern Jewel who had a notorious place in history, albeit a rather scandalous one. The story takes place in China, Japan and Mongolia, and so I thought how better to enjoy it than with some Chinese takeout?
The title of each chapter is some type of food or delicacy, i.e. "Snake and Chrysanthemum Soup" or "Airag and Russian Tea with Salt", so I thought how fitting that I name this post "Easter Eggs and Fortune Cookies." Then I thought... Easter eggs and fortune cookies have a common link. Can you figure out what it is?
They have something inside!
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