E is for Easter Monday

Happy Easter Monday, everybody! I hope that you and yours had a wonderful holiday!

As a Christian, Easter is a particularly special time for me and my family. On Good Friday, my home church had a special evening service. I’m such a mess of a human being, and it is always humbling to reflect on the sacrifice that Christ paid for even a fool like me. I don’t deserve His love, and am so completely wonderstruck that He chooses to give it to me unconditionally anyway!

On Saturday, I attended a Filipino cooking class at the local cultural center. Both of my parents are from the Philippines, but I was born and raised here in the US. So it’s always fun to learn more about my cultural heritage. After that, I went shoe shopping with my mom. I absolutely hate shopping. I don’t like crowds, and I’m not too interested in fashion (I would wear tennis shoes, jeans, and a t-shirt every day if I could. Curse you, social conventions!!). But I ended up getting a few new pairs in preparation for spring. I spent the rest of the day just hanging out with family — watched some tv, played some games (tried Hanabi for the first time; it was fun!). After that, I got some reading in before bed time (As to the book’s title, I’ll tell you this much: look for my review when we get to the letter O…).

Sunday was, of course, Easter. I helped lead worship at Church with my brother. He played guitar and I played bass. It was a good service; lots of new faces as regular attendees brought family and friends. While Easter is often associated with springtime and candy, to those who follow Jesus Christ, it is a reminder of our Lord’s resurrection and His power over death.

O Death, where is your sting?
O Hell, where is your victory?
O Church, come stand in the light
Our God is not dead
He’s alive! He’s alive!
– “Christ is Risen” by Matt Maher

After church, we went to my aunt and uncle’s house. We had a potluck style meal complete with ham, pork, salmon, egg rolls, macaroni salad, rice, vegetable soup, and more. It was all so delicious, and as per my own personal custom at holiday family gatherings, I over-ate.

I have a very close-knit family with many cousins, and we always get into some kind of foolishness whenever we get together. Our Easter tradition consists of double elimination, tournament-style foam sword fights and several rounds of Ninja. Did I mention that we’re all in our 20s and 30s? Yeah… Once we all get together though, we revert to our eight-year-old selves. We’re all such geeks. I love them so much!

Once our rapidly aging bodies decided we had had enough physical activity for the day, we went inside to play some parlor games. This year we mainly stuck to Celebrity (We play a three round variant where round 1 is any clue, 2 is a three word clue, round 3 is Charades only) and Telephone Pictionary/Telestrations.

All in all, I had a wonderful weekend with my family. I am so incredibly blessed to live so close to my parents, siblings, and most of aunts, uncles, and cousins. I love them all dearly and treasure the wonderful times we share!

How about you, dear blog friends? How did you spend your Easter weekend? Any fun family traditions?

I am…

I am a nerd.  I am a geek.  I’m a fangirl and a dreamer.

For this, I blame my father.  I blame him for reading The Hobbit and Frank Peretti’s Cooper Kids series to me and my older sister before bedtime, feeding our dreams — the gateway to imagination.  It was he who built us treehouses and elaborate blanket forts.  He equipped me with a wooden bow and arrows tipped with the plastic pump needles used to inflate basketballs so I could pretend to be Robin Hood.  He was the one who fostered my love of movies, introducing me to the Star Wars trilogy and to Indiana Jones.

I am a nerd.  I am a geek.  I’m a fangirl and a dreamer.

For this, I blame my mother.  I blame her love of reading, a seemingly contagious affliction, which I inherited from her at a young age.  It was she who took me to the library and encouraged me to try books that many saw as “too advanced” for my age.  She was the one who became my first proofreader when I tried my hand at creating my own stories.  She instilled in me the importance of knowledge, and assured me that it was good, cool even, to be smart.

I am a nerd.  I am a geek.  I’m a fangirl and a dreamer.

For this, I blame my older sister.  I blame her for being my role model, my first best friend.  I blame her for her interest in fascinating things like biology and Ancient Egypt, and for allowing me to tag along (as younger siblings are wont to do).  Together we formed a detective agency, recreated a mummy’s tomb, and fought with lightsabers made with balloons and toilet paper tubes.  She would read my stories; I would act in her plays.

I am a nerd.  I am a geek.  I’m a fangirl and a dreamer.

For this, I blame my younger brother.  I blame him for being the wide-eyed innocent to his sisters’ crazy schemes — a virtue I, in some way, internalized; and now I find him popping into my mind’s eye as the intended audience to all of my stories.  I blame him for growing up and spending entire weekends playing board games, music, and video games with me.  His extroverted, mathsy left-hemisphere brain compliments my shy, creative right-brain oh so well.  My opposite in practically every way, he pushes me to be more than I am, to be better.

I am a nerd.  I am a geek.  I’m a fangirl and a dreamer.

For this, I blame you, my hypothetical reader.  I blame you for inspiring me to create, critique, indulge in, and interact with culture.  I blame you for loving things, and for sharing that love with others.  That’s what being a geek is all about.

And so, to my family, my friends, my blog readers: I blame you for it all.  It’s your fault that I am…

…a nerd.

…a geek.

…a fangirl.

…a dreamer.

And for this, I am eternally grateful.  Thank you.  Thank you all, from the bottom of my nerdy, geeky, fangirling, ever-dreaming soul.