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Some of my Favorite Songs…

Jamaican Ccurry Chicken…This serving can fee 8 people. The best way is cut open an oil barrel and attach a crosswire, but I guess that's not gonna happen so a grill will do.

The Ingredients
2-3 scallions, chopped
4 large garlic cloves, chopped
1 small onion, chopped
4 to 5 fresh Scotch bonnet or habanero chile, stemmed and seeded
1/4 cup fresh lime juice
2 tablespoons soy sauce
3 tablespoons olive oil
1 1/2 tablespoons salt
1 tablespoon brown sugar
1 tablespoon fresh thyme leaves
2 teaspoons ground allspice
2 teaspoons black pepper
3/4 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

4 chicken breast halves with skin and bones (3 lb), halved crosswise
2 1/2 to 3 lb chicken thighs and drumsticks.

Make marinade by blending all marinade ingredients in a blender until smooth. or if you live in Tallahassee you can go to Nisub on Orange Ave and pick up these three jerk seasoning:

I personally like a mixture of all three. You can use the dry jerk seasoning or the wet ones. I like it wet.

Marinate chicken, and let chicken stand at room temperature 1 hour before cooking, or let sit in your fridge for 6-24 hrs

Break out your grill, add your charcoals and preheat until caols are grey. Slightly oil the rack. Sear chicken until well browned on all sides. Then close the lid on the grill and cook an additional 25 to 30 minutes more…You can always improvise.

Well, I guess I'll start with desert: My favorite deert is Strawberries and Whipped Cream, however I discovered that if I dip the strawberries in some chocolate syrup, then add whipped cream on top, its just uuuhhmmm, uuuhhhmmm good!

Then comes the meal…I like pasta dishes with lots of cheese. Lasagna and Chicken Parmiagiana with alfredo sauce are my favorite meals…Of course I also like the ussual. Infact the only things that I will absolutely NOT eat are: Ocra, Beets and Chitterlins!!!!

Snacks…I'm open for suggestions

Ruth went to her mail box and there was only one letter.

She picked it up and looked at it before opening, but
then she looked at the envelope again.

There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and
address.

She read the letter:

Dear Ruth:

I`m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to stop by for a visit.

Love Always,
Jesus

Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on
the table. "Why would the Lord want to visit me?
I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer."

With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty
kitchen cabinets.

"Oh my goodness, I really don't have anything to
offer. I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner."

She reached for her purse and counted out its
contents. Five dollars and forty cents.

Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least."

She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.

A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk…leaving Ruth with grand total twelve cents to last her until Monday.

Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her
meager offerings tucked under her arm.

"Hey lady, can you help us,lady?"

Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she
hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the
alleyway.

A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.

"Look lady, I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife
and I have been living out here on the street, and,
well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda
hungry and, well, if you could help us. Lady, we'd
really appreciate it."

Ruth looked at them both.

They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she
was certain that they could get some kind of work if
they really wanted to.

"Sir, I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman
myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him."

"Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway."

The man put his arm around the woman's shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley.

As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.

"Sir, wait!"

The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them.

"Look, why don't you take this food. I'll figure out something else to serve my guest."

She handed the man her grocery bag. "Thank you lady. Thank you very much!"

"Yes, thank you!" It was the man's wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering

"You know, I've got another coat at home.

Here, why don't you take this one."

Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the
woman's shoulders.

Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street…without her coat and with nothing to serve
her guest.

"Thank you lady! Thank you very much!"

Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too.

The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her
mailbox.

"That's odd. The mailman doesn't usually come twice in one day."

Dear Ruth:

It was so good to see you again.
Thank you for the lovely meal.
And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.

Love Always,
Jesus

The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.

Friendship is built on trust, and takes time to grow and develop. What better context for this kind of friendship to grow than in your marriage. Friendship is intimate sharing; a place where you can talk about feelings and hurts and hopes, with honesty, transparency, and loyalty. Friendship, like a good marriage, grows over time. If you and your spouse don't share this kind of friendship, don't wait for the other to reach out. Take the initial step and see how he/she responds.

Teach your spouse how to be your best friend:

Assign top priority to your friendship.
Nothing gets in the way of our doing what is most important to us. If you really want to be friends with your spouse, make time for it. It will be time well spent. One of the hindrances to spending time with your spouse may be your kids. They demand time, but remember that you were husband and wife before you were dad and mom. Make each other the priority of the family. Besides, you teach your children a valuable lesson by showing them that mom and dad are in love with each other.

Cultivate transparency in your relationship.
Honesty, with your self and each other, makes you a better friend. First, honor God who made you the person you are. Discover the freedom that comes with being who you are. Risk being the "same person" at work and at home, in your dealings with friends and strangers.

Dare to risk talking about your affection.
Make, and use, a batch of little cards that say, "I love you because…." Fill in the blank and put them in lunch boxes for your kids, in jacket pockets for your spouse, in letters to dear friends. Your spouse, especially, wants to know he/she is loved. It's a way of looking at your marriage in a fresh way, and sharing the discovery.

Learn the language of love.
Each person needs to learn how to say "I love you," not only in those three little words but through actions of respect. Do you show your spouse that you love him/her with their favorite meal, a bouquet of flowers, a small gift, remembering to do an errand, doing a chore without being asked? Keep your eyes open for common, everyday events that give you the chance to express your love.

Give your spouse freedom.
Don't let your unforgiveness or possessiveness control your spouse. Give them room to explore their potential, learn from their mistakes, and have some personal private time that is totally their own. Accept your spouse - unconditionally - and encourage him/her to be the person God created in them. And, as the seasons of your lives change, notice and make adjustment for the variations in your friendship.

Remember that a friendship that is tended, nurtured, and rooted in the Lord will endure. And being your spouse's friend will also enable your marriage to endure.

Hello Mother, How are you doing. I pray that your spirits are high and lifted up. I am writing you once again, with just a few words to say that you are appreciated as a mother. I recognize and honor you for all that you have done to nurture, love and keep your family. May God continue to give you strength and understanding, that you may know that " You can do all things through Christ who strengthens you ". I pray that he gives you patience, kindness, gentleness, and discernment. May the words that you speak build up and not tear down, bring life and not destruction. May you find fulfillment, contentment and joy as a mother, while never losing sight of the woman you are IN CHRIST.

Did you know …………. that MOTHER'S DAY has become the most popular day of the year to dine out.

Telephone lines record their highest traffic, as sons, daughters and husbands everywhere take advantage of this day to honor and to express appreciation for their mothers, wives, grand mothers, sisters, aunts………

IN FACT, mother's day is so special that in May, 1913 the House of Representatives unanimously adopted a resolution requesting the President, his Cabinet, members of Congress, and all officials of the federal government to wear a white carnation on Mother's Day.

Then …………. on May 8, 1914 President Woodrow Wilson signed a Joint Resolution designating the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day. The U.S. flag is to be displayed on government buildings. And you didn't think you were special!!!

M - Magnify The Lord
O - Overseer of The Household
T - Thankworthy (worthy of approval, credit and praise)
H - Having Humility
E - Effectual (producing or capable of producing the desired effect)
R - Reverend (worthy of deep respect and love)

Finally, may Proverbs 31 be written all over you life!!!!

A United States Marine was attending some college
courses between assignments. He had completed missions
in Iraq and Afghanistan.

One of the courses had a professor who was an avowed
atheist and a member of the ACLU. One day the
professor shocked the class when he came in. He looked
to the ceiling and flatly stated, 'God, if you are
real, then I want you to knock me off this platform.
I'll give you exactly 15 minutes.' The lecture room
fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. Ten minutes
went by and the professor proclaimed, 'Here I am God.
I'm still waiting.'

It got down to the last couple of minutes when the
Marine got out of his chair, went up to the professor,
and cold-cocked him; knocking him off the platform.
The professor was out cold. The Marine went back to
his seat and sat there, silently. The other students
were shocked and stunned and sat there looking on in
silence. 

The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken,
looked at the Marine and asked, 'What the heck is the
matter with you? Why did you do that?' The Marine
calmly replied, 'God was too busy today protecting
America's soldiers who are protecting your right to
say stupid stuff and act like an idiot. So, He sent me.'

One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love.
When it became apparent that we would marry, I made
the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans.

Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down
on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home.

On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of
baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans.

All the way home, I made sure that I released all the
gas. Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me
and exclaimed delightedly: 'Darling I have a surprise
for dinner tonight.'  He then blindfolded me and led
me to my chair at the dinner table  I took a seat and
just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the
telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call.

The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me
and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my
husband was out of  the room I seized the opportunity,
shifted my weight to one leg and let one go.

It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer
truck. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.

Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in
the other room, I went on like this for another few
minutes.

The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the
telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly
fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.

My face must have been the picture of innocence when
my husband asked me if I had peeked through the
blindfold, and I assured him I  had not.
At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve
dinner guests seated around the table chorused: 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'

A young man shopping in a supermarket noticed a little old lady
following him around.  If he stopped, she stopped. Furthermore
she kept staring at him.

She finally overtook him at the checkout, and she turned to him
and said, "I hope I haven't made you feel ill at ease; it's just
that you look so much like my late son."

He answered, "That's okay."

"I know it's silly, but if you'd call out "Good bye, Mom" as I
leave the store, it would make me feel so happy."

She then went through the ! checkout, and as she was on her way
out of the store, the man called out, "Goodbye, Mom."

The little old lady waved, and smiled back at him.

Pleased that he had brought a little sunshine into someone's
day, he went to pay for his groceries.

"That comes to $121.85," said the clerk.

"*&^#!, How come so much … I only bought 5 items.."

The clerk replied: "Yeah, but your Mother said you'd be paying for her things, too." 

A calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy and walked right up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I would  like to buy some cyanide." 
 
The pharmacist asked, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?" The lady replied, "I need it to poison my husband."
The pharmacist's eyes got big, and he exclaimed, "Lord, have mercy! I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband! That's against the law! I would lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen! Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!"
The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife. The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, "Well, now. That's different. You didn't tell me you had a prescription."