Babbling Brook


Well, everyone, its time for fresh starts and new beginnings. Time to stretch my legs and my confines. I am moving on…..

Scared ya, huh? I am moving along down the road. Around the corner and up the street to my very own domain! How exciting is that? It was hard work (jeebus it was hard), but I kind of like the new place. I would greatly appreciate it if you would all come over for a little new domain-warming. Have a drink, sit for a spell, and look around. Then leave me a comment and let me know what you think. What do you like, dislike? What is missing that you can’t live without? Except, don’t mention the blogroll…it’s a sore spot. And I have to rebuild it by hand, so pretend you don’t notice, ok? Alrighty then: go, go, go and don’t forget to UPDATE YOUR LINKS

www.vixensden.com

Woooohooooo, my place is it’s own place!

PS: If you left a comment since early this afternoon, no worries. I will move it over tomorrow!

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The elusive Free-time of a certain crafty young woman, with the epithet of Vixen, ran helter-skelter throughout the universe. Free-time was loathe to decelerate from it’s kamikaze party life and stop to visit Vixen. She was wearisome and humdrum. Free-time felt ignored and unappreciated by Vixen. But alas, you can only run uncontrolled for so long before you crash and burn. Vixen, ever the clever one, patiently waited and one day reached out and grabbed Free-time by the tail.

“Ah, ha!”, squealed Vixen. “You are mine for the day!” Vixen remembered a day, long ago, when she had started to make Butterball some pajamas. One of the pair had been completed right away (the Eeyore print), yet the other two had languished. One was actually in a state of partial completion. Whilst Vixen’s spousal unit slaved away behind the computer screen all day, valiantly fighting the bad guys in Battlefield2; Vixen was able to complete another pair of pj’s.

img_7033.jpg As Vixen slaved over this little green alien outfit, she decided that those little booty things on the bottom there? They were too challenging to be a part of her day with Free-time. In fact, they took entirely too much of Free-Time’s attention. All too soon, Vixen felt her grasp on Free-time loosening. Free-time had gained strength and slipped away from Vixen’s clutching fingers, flitting off in the direction of next year.

Vixen was saddened by the loss. She took comfort in the cuddly pj’s which she could not fit into, but managed to warm an arm with. Then she looked at this picture and saw the lovely crochet blanket behind the pj’s and once again mourned the loss of Free-time because, dang, it was a purty blanket and she recalled when she and Free-time had made it…long, long ago.


1. Some relationships are meant to grow and thrive and some are meant to wither and die.
2. Steve Miller Band was the last concert I saw; it was fun, but a little dissapointing. (see my review)
3. Spring should be here now and here to stay!
4. Oh no! I forgot what I was going to say!
5. I’ve recently started trying to forgive myself.
6. My husband never fails to make me smile.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to Ladybug hugs and Butterball snuggles , tomorrow my plans include playing with grandbabies and maybe some cards with the big kids and Sunday, I want to attend mass and then relax!


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I miss the garden

All the flowers and the fruit

Such sweet smells and tastes

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My new garden dwells

Within my body and soul

It’s starting to bloom

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I have a secret weakness: Sausage Egg McMuffins. I could eat them every. single. day.

So I say thanks to:

Herb Peterson, who invented the ubiquitous Egg McMuffin as a way to introduce breakfast to McDonald’s restaurants, has died, a Southern California McDonald’s official said Wednesday. He was 89.

Rest well and happy, Herb. Knowing I adore your McMuffins.

This Easter Sunday I am working on letting go of some things. Concentrating on this passage from Romans:

14 Bless them which persecute you: bless, and curse not. 15 Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep. 16 Be of the same mind one toward another. Mind not high things, but condescend to men of low estate. Be not wise in your own conceits. 17 Recompense to no man evil for evil. Provide things honest in the sight of all men. 18 If it be possible, as much as lieth in you, live peaceably with all men. 19 Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.

It is bringing me peace and joy within myself.

Unrelated moment coming straight ahead:

I was reading this article and I was so amazed at the possibilities.

An Irishman blinded by an explosion two years ago has had his sight restored after doctors inserted his son’s tooth in his eye, he said on Wednesday.

But really all I could think of was the saying an eye for an eye…….and turning it into a tooth for an eye. You can all roll your eyes now. I am fully aware that I am slightly unbalanced. I like it that way. Keeps you all on your toes.

This is a hard question. Don’t think you are all smart and sassy with all your “Easter” and “Sunday” answers, because those are not correct.

Ok, technically (you people and your technicalities) those are correct, but not what I am looking for. Can you guess? (more…)

Fellow Irishwoman Jenn at Enjoying The Ride awarded this to me:Photobucket

To all of you:

May Christ and His Saints stand between you and harm.
Mary and her Son.
Patrick with his staff.
Martin with his mantle.
Brigid with her veil.
Michael with his shield.
And God over all with His strong right hand.

And lastly, to my former landlords: Fillean meal ar an meallaire.**

* Hello (lit. God to you)

**Evil returns to the evil doer

Enjoy your St. Patrick’s Day. I know us O’Healy’s will!

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