I spent my Easter Sunday with the jews. It was Season Pass Day at Six Flags yesterday, and the park cross-promoted it with a specific Passover event, so it was strewn with Hassidics and Kabbalists. And let me say, that there are some Hebrew hotties out there.

Matt and I go to Six Flags for Easter, now traditionally (2nd year). It's the day Season Pass Day's always on, and Easter has never been a big holiday for me since I was under 10. Before, I would spend the day with my family and their family, meaning my sisters and their mother's family. It was the only real time of the year that would remind me that my sister were actually "half-sisters" (an technically accurate, but in my eyes awfully incorrect, considering their lasting impression upon me). They would go to their aunt's (mother's sister) house and sometimes I would go, too.

At some point or another, almost definitely not til after I moved with Dad, Sharon, and Joyce to New Jersey, I stopped attending. They were, and as I understand still are, some of the nicest and most accepting family members anyone could wish to adopt for an afternoon.

I would forget a lot of the time that my sister had this whole extended family I had no blood relation too. It likely felt the same way whenever my own mother's parents came over and showered love and presents upon Bart and myself, and ignored them entirely.

I've never been the Yay-Jesus type (he was entirely well-intentioned, from what I can figure, but a little self-important and if the Bible's accounts of his pioty are true, well, kinda arrogant and delusional), so Easter was never a deal of any size for me, other than it meant I'd probably eat like four hard-boiled eggs in a row, only minutes after dunking them in vinegar and colored tablets.

I kind of forgot about Easter when I stopped going to church (about age 13, 14) and not because I stopped believing. I just never really got it. Religion is still a very finicky thing for me, and even as a pagan, I have to remind myself that it's a lot of work. It really takes a lot of time, energy, and practice. It's very easy to get lazy. Which is probably why when it comes to the Jesus events, there's a lot of them. They don't give you breaks; you might get comfortable. With your Christmases, Lents, Easters, Pentecosts, and what have you (and if you're Catholic, you get even more, especially with his mom), you're kept pretty busy. I'm trying to maintain a consistency with the group and rituals, so much in fact, I have to remind myself on occasion that I am capability of doing gods-stuff outside of specific holidays. I don't want to get lax, and I know I've got lots ahead; faith seems ultimately worth it.