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Note: Heads Or Hails is now based from it’s own new home. You can read the rules, grab some graphics, check out the themes, and of course sign in to play here! This week–HEADS-Fool

Who Is Not a Fool? [“Qui non stultus?”] —Horace (65-8 B.C.), Satires, 2.3.158

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, it shines everywhere. —William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night (3.1.39-40)

He dares to be a fool, and that is the first step in the direction of wisdom. —James Gibbons Huneker

You can educate a fool, but you cannot make him think. —The Talmud

April Fools’ Day: This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four. —Mark Twain

Can you find all the April Fool’s Day tricks hiding in this painting by Norman Rockwell? There are 57 that I know of and they are listed behind the break.

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Stolen borrowed from Jenn at Enjoying The Ride:

1. go to http://www.photobucket.com

2. type in the answer to the question in the “search” box

3. use only the first page

4. insert the picture into your blog

1. what is your relationship status?

2. what is your current mood?

3. who is your favorite band/artist?

4. what is your favorite movie?

5. what kind of pet do you have?

6. where do you live?

7. where do you work?

8. what do you look like?

9. what do you drive?

10. what did you do last night?

11. what is your favorite tv show?

12. describe yourself.

13. what are you doing today?

14. what is your name?

15. what is your favorite candy?

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.

one-single-impression-laughter.jpgYou are the balm for my soul
My gut reaction when things turn sour
Often inappropriate
Always healing
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You ring like musical bells
Inside my head
When you erupt from the ones I love
Especially the belly version from a child
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When you are absent
From my life
The days are dark and dreary
Seeming to drag on forever
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When you are present
Each and every day
Is a more precious gift
Of beauty and grace

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PhotoHunt 103: High

Moving by minivan/car takes forever. I packed threw everything into 1/2 a million 60 car loads and then stuck it everywhere and into storage. I am still, slowly, unpacking. This may go on forever till the end of times until sometime around Labor Day. So I had to go to the archives for this weeks hunt: High. Not having to worry if Mr. Vixen is going to climb up there again while I am at work is just another thing I will not miss about the concentration camp property. And yes, that picture only goes down to the top of a tree. That is how high up he is. Be still my rapidly beating heart.

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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.