Nine Foot Carrot and What Easter Means to Me and Many Thanks to You All

First of all...the thanks. Thank you from Me to all of You.

Thank you for your kind and gracious comments on my last post. I have oceans-wide enjoyed reading them. I am looking forward to visiting your blogs. I have been collapsing in bed at night without even turning on my laptop, but not in a sad way...there has been a lot of this

and this.

There has been much laughter and quite a bit of dirt too.

About that nine foot carrot...
Yesterday we went to our local art museum for their annual Easter festival. They have egg hunts (during which Pretty Girl gained a serious stash),

sno-cones, face fainting, and of course, art projects. It was a beautiful and picturesque day, and I would be hard pressed to think of a way to make it more perfect (except if I could have talked Mr. Lipstick into getting into the pictures instead of taking all of them...sigh).

Oh yes, and I forgot to mention the gardens. A little sampling...

Here we are with the nine foot carrot:

By the way, JBB is holding a balloon sword. Here is a better picture of that (I swear I did not watch all that much Beavis and Butthead)...along with the nearly-overcome-by-heat Easter bunny. I am wearing bunny ears made by Pretty Girl. Mr. Lipstick made me a pair too. (Awwww.....yep, it totally was a perfect day. Can't you just hear that Perfect Day song from "Legally Blonde" playing in the background? Well, almost.)

We were all fairly exhausted at the end of all the fun, although the entertainment took a bit of a toll on some more than others.

Poor little thing...that situation happened even though we only live two miles from the art gallery.

And now for what Easter means to me...


I believe that Jesus Christ rose from the dead to save a sinful and damned humankind that could not and would not save itself.

My favorite saying about this is the Apostle's Creed. Our church mailed the Apostle's Creed this month (along with the times for the Easter services). I taped it up in the bathroom. Notice I have a crucifix there too. I am not Catholic. I think I have written before (probably in a humorous way) that I am fascinated with all things Catholic. Actually, it is more serious than that. I wish Protestant churches displayed the crucifix. It is after all the center of Christianity...with the death, there is no resurrection. I like to remember it more than once a year. I think it's good to remember it all the time. My sins put Him there. I don't need to forget it. Sermon by Lipstick.

The Apostle's Creed...
I believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth; and in Jesus Christ His only Son, our Lord; who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, dead, and buried; He descended into hell; the third day He rose again from the dead; He ascended into heaven, and sitteth at the right hand of God the Father Almighty; from thence He shall come to judge the quick and the dead; I believe in the Holy Ghost; the holy catholic church; the communion of saints; the forgiveness of sins; the resurrection of the body; and the life everlasting. Amen.

Many thanks, again to you, my dear readers. Happy Easter.