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Hi! Kris,
The post featuring Henry...is too cute and your comment is too...funny!
Thanks, for sharing...Well, I'am not sure if Henry, will thank you for sharing the photograph...We will see!

I agree with the quote...Wholeheartedly!

Cont...

5 April 2010 at 08:45

Ténèbres à la lumière... said…

By the way, I was taking a look at how different bloggers, from different parts of the world celebrate the Easter holiday and this is the information that I found about our friends, from down under:

"Easter is traditionally associated with spring and new birth in Australia. It’s the time when blossom starts to appear on bare trees and the first daffodils are peeping out of the ground.

Lambs and chicks are popular images with children as the dead, dark, dreary days of winter finally give way to the life and joys of Spring.

But of course April in Australia is not in the Spring, instead Easter is celebrated in the Autumn when the countryside is bathed in glorious colours of gold, burgundy, deep purples and dazzling orange hues. So for Australians, Easter is when they bid farewell to summer and start making preparations for the coming of winter.

The Australian Easter is generally a four day weekend, starting on Good Friday and ending on Easter Monday. Every shop is closed on Good Friday and it is the only day of the year when newspapers are also unavailable – an event unheard of in the UK! The religious significance remains the same, with many Christian Australians observing mass on either Good Friday or Easter Sunday."

Wow…now that is different...By the way, Happy Easter to you, Jen, Henry, and Ezra...Most definitely, to your Dad, Mom, family,friends, Tom, lettuce and to all of your readers.

5 April 2010 at 08:49

Erik W. Laursen said…

I laughed out loud. What would we do without our kids to remind us of what really matters. Being naked and having something cool to do.

8 April 2010 at 12:39

Kris McCracken said…

This one is a favourite of mine. Thanks all.

18 April 2010 at 16:15

Mad as hell

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Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

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Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

This is the moon. Have I mentioned how much I adore the zoom on my camera? It's Theme Thursday you see, and after last week's limp effort, I have been thinking about how I might redeem myself. Then I clicked on the topic and discover that it was BUTTON. We've been hearing a lot about the moon in the past couple of weeks. Apparently some fellas went up there and played golf and what-not forty-odd years ago. The desire to get to the moon, however, was not simply about enhancing opportunities for Meg and Mog titles and skirting local planning by-laws in the construction of new and innovative golf courses. No, all of your Sputniks , "One small steps" and freeze dried ice cream was about one thing , and one thing only : MAD Now, I don't mean mad in terms of "bloke breaks record for number of scorpions he can get up his bum", no I mean MAD as in Mutual assured destruction . When I was a young man you see, there was a lot of talk about the type of m...

This will hurt me...

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