Because around here, isn’t every Friday a Good Friday? Hell, let’s make that everyday for that matter.

So I have a little confession. It took me forever to keep Good Friday straight. Alright, make that any holiday invoking the Master J.

One Easter, in high school, when the fam and I made our thrice yearly Church visit I actually had to ask my dad, mid sermon: what the hell is Easter anyway?

You can imagine that TC just about had the big one right then and there. He might have dropped an f-bomb, which had Maman shoot him dagger looks and we got that “shhhh!” response from her {said as softly and quietly as possible, yet with an implication of “you better shut the hell up now”}.

I felt very much like an ignoramus about the whole Easter/cross/rise of Jesus thing, but come on — who can actually keep all that shit straight? Okay, so probably a lot of you. I just don’t happen to fall in that category.

And honestly, anything involving organized religion I kinda tend to tune out. However, I am totally all for anything out there that somehow is able to connect one to their higher source.

If that’s Good Friday for you, great. If that’s only Saturdays or mornings when you have coffee and donuts, that’s great, too.

My personal, Total Taurus take on Good Friday is as follows:

Anything involving the word “Good” is just plain freaking awesome – go have a damn good day and while you’re at it …

Think of some amazing, accomplished dead person {Ghandi, Jesus, your grandma – ’cause grandma’s are always on it} and the way in which they lead their life and take that example, applying it to your own life.

That right there is a world changer.