Convertible + Oklahoma wind = bad Easter hair

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We interrupt this usual blog topic to bring you this message...Happy Easter, everyone!

Easter is my favorite holiday of the year. So many reasons....
1) it coincides with spring, and it seems the whole world is rejoicing.
2) there's not a whole lot of commercialism that dilutes its message (although I guess there are the egg hunts).
3) it's all about starting anew...new Easter dress, new spring, new hope. I always feel much more renewed & energized after Easter than I do on New Year's.
4) Cadbury eggs. 'Nough said.

This Easter has been terrific. I tried to honor Lent and give up fast food. That lasted a week, I think. So Lent is something to work on next year. I think Lent is really cool, and us Baptists are really missing out that we don't celebrate it or Holy Week.

I DID go to Good Friday service, at least. With the date. Hmmm....I need to give him a nickname, so you guys can distinguish between the date (the person) and a date (an event). Let's name him Mustang, because that's what he drives.

OH! Speaking of the Mustang, so he offers to drive us to church Friday night after work. I got dressed up (remember this is only our 3rd weekend together...although it seems like we've known eachother wayyy longer than that). Lemme tell you, I had quality hair. Wore it curly, hairspray, the works. And after he comes to my front door, we walk around the corner, and the car's convertible is down. CRAP. He offers to put the top up, but I don't want to be the high-maintenance girl who whines. So I pull out my hair clip (I now carry these in my purse at all times) and say let's go.

The hair clip is no match against 75 mph driving, Oklahoma wind, and the Kilpatrick Turnpike.

Anyone remember Bridget Jones' Diary, where they show up at the bed & breakfast after driving in his convertible? That's me, walking into Henderson Hills for Good Friday service.

I seriously got the feeling our greeter lady couldn't take her eyes off my hair.
"Hi, welcome to our Good Friday service!"
...eyes wandering toward my forehead....
"Here is your pamphlet that will lead you through the self-guided tour."
...eyes now fixed on my stringy bangs...
"Take your time and we hope you enjoy the service."
....courtesy smile from greeter lady, who is now thinking, bless this girl's heart, she has no idea what her hair looks like...

Today Mustang & I are going to Easter service together. I'm so excited. Will have to bring the tissues; I always cry on Easter Sunday, as he has been forewarned. We're going to the church that we'd been visiting before we met, and we're kinda joking/looking forward to seeing our Singles minister and his reaction to seeing us together. We imagine it's gonna be weird for him, he knowing us separately, asking us to get involved in the new SS class for 20-somethings (which is odd he asked Mustang because he's 31...guess he doesn't look it). We both said we would, but then we haven't been back to church since then. The week that our Singles minister asked us to get involved in the new class, we both had been to SS that day - I went to the 9:30 class, Mustang went to the 11 class. Funny thing is, when our Singles minister talked to us, we each got the feeling he was trying to tell us there were cute dating prospects in the opposing class (i.e. he told me, "yeah, we don't have a good group of young singles built up yet...but we did have several young single guys in the 9:30 class....hang in there, we'll get more"). My thoughts are, that's fine, but I'd just like a group where I can feel welcome studying the Bible together...guys or no guys....

Although my mother would probably insist on there being guys...it brings her great joy to tell friends that I met somebody at church. She's afraid to tell people I met someone on the....GASP!...internet...so saying that we go to the same church is, well, accurate. Technically.

Sending out a little prayer right now that Mustang keeps the top UP today for Easter.