The Return of Zombie Jesus

Hey players,


Time for a holiday, right? Easter time. The rise of Zombie Jesus and his baskets of sugar-infused oddities, D-grade chocolate, high-fructose corn syrup, and pastel-colored bird fetuses.

Hooray.


We here in the Fortress of Houghitude generally don't count down the days leading up to Easter - I mean, its not really that fun of a holiday for adults, is it (unless you love going to church... which I don't). No, Kris and I didn't even start celebrating the holiday until we had the Cannonball. Then, out of obligation, we started dumping money, time, and effort into it like any respectable parent would. Easter baskets, candy, toys, eggs, chocolates, clothes, that shitty grass that you take out of the bag and then find stray pieces throughout your house until the following Easter, etc. etc.

Yes, folks, around here - as is the case in your own house, I'm sure - Easter is that special time of year when you pump your kids full of sugar and then attend a church service out of obligation. 'Tis the season!

* About here is where I'd usually venture further into the whole '...and what's the deal with bunnies on Easter? What do eggs have to do with Christ's resurrection?' tirade. I'd probably insert a few hilarious pictures, as well. Alas, I'm too lazy to do this right now, so let's just agree on the fact that it probably has something to with paganism. Go check out some other asshole's blog if you want to hear his/her witty take on why we celebrate holidays like Easter the way we do. I'm too tired to be witty today.

And so, having said that, here's a gigantic, hot mess of pictures showcasing the Hough Family Easter Blowout '11. *NOTE: I'm having a hard time uploading videos to this post for some reason - I'll repost if I'm able to get them up. My apologies.

Enjoy.

- Brian

Kris taps into her inner holiday spirit

Even if this could work, I don't think my mom would eat chocolate.

Opening Grandma's Easter care package, via Skype

Enjoying the Easter spoils sent by Papa John and Grandma

Getting a picture like this, with Abby wearing sunglasses, takes two dozen attempts. Please appreciate the hell out of this picture.

Alayna in her Sunday School classroom

Labeling rocks

Decorating prayer boxes

...I think this was a recreation of the labyrinth in which Jesus slew the Minotaur. What it has to do with Easter exactly, I don't know.

Hunting down eggs outside the Church

Remember Paas?!

Dying Easter Eggs...

This was my contribution to egg dying.

The Cannonball, dying eggs

Two of these ladies are having a decent time.

These tattoo stickers were garbage. Straight. Up. Garbage.

It took two hours to fill all the Easter Eggs we put in the baskets and hid around the house/yard. Alayna opened three or four of them, then got bored. It took us additional half hour to dump out the remaining piles of eggs and empty the contents into Ziploc bags.

Baskets that took nearly three hours to assemble, and ten minutes to get bored with.

Alayna's basket, and bag of hunted-down Easter eggs

Abby's plunder

Just what we needed... more damn bubbles in the house.

Sunday dresses for Church (...Abby not a big fan of this)