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Saturday, August 9, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
A Woman and a Fork
This little story was sent to my by my cousin, Sharon. I liked it alot
and thought I would share it with you...my Family and my Friends.
A Woman and a Fork
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a
terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was
getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to
her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which
songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read,
and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. Everything was in order and the
Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered
something very important to her. 'There's one more thing,' she said
excitedly. 'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply. 'This is very
important,' the young woman continued. 'I want to be buried with a fork in
my right hand.' The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing
quite what to say. That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked.
'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor. The young
woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time
on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those
who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and
dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were
being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.'
It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was
coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something
wonderful, and with substance!' So, I just want people to see me there in
that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with
the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork, the best is yet to
come.' The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young
woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see
her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better
grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be
like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and
knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming. At the funeral people
were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was
wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor
heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And over and over he smiled. During
his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the
young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and
about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop
thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would
not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right. So the next time
you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the
best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel , indeed They make you
smile and encourage you to succeed . They lend an ear, they share a word of
praise , and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends
how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need
them more. For you never know when it may be their time to 'Keep your fork.'
and thought I would share it with you...my Family and my Friends.
A Woman and a Fork
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a
terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was
getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to
her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which
songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read,
and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. Everything was in order and the
Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered
something very important to her. 'There's one more thing,' she said
excitedly. 'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply. 'This is very
important,' the young woman continued. 'I want to be buried with a fork in
my right hand.' The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing
quite what to say. That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked.
'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor. The young
woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time
on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those
who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and
dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were
being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.'
It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was
coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something
wonderful, and with substance!' So, I just want people to see me there in
that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with
the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork, the best is yet to
come.' The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young
woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see
her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better
grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be
like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and
knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming. At the funeral people
were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was
wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor
heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And over and over he smiled. During
his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the
young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and
about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop
thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would
not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right. So the next time
you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the
best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel , indeed They make you
smile and encourage you to succeed . They lend an ear, they share a word of
praise , and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends
how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need
them more. For you never know when it may be their time to 'Keep your fork.'
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Dinner Out...
Suzy and Brian invited us to go to dinner with them last night for Brian's birthday. Brian's Mom and brother Jim was there with Justin plus four other friends. We went to "Crabbys", a new sea food place in Rogers. The food was great, the company was great and we had such a good time. We all said it was a little "priceeeee" but we all thought it was well worth it and want to go back. But you know Hubby and me, it's always Applebee's for us and we are use to those prices. It was Applebee's yesterday for lunch and again for lunch today. Think we are in a rut??? They were each in a different towns, does that make a difference? Hubby loved the couple he sat next too and said that the young man on the end next to Justin seemed like a very nice guy. Thanks for the invite kids, we had a SUPER GREAT time and your friends were awesome!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Great Surprise!
Oh My! I just went into the kitchen to get a hand full of almonds to snack on while checking myspace (to see what those wonderful grand kids have been up too) and guess what! Hubby is fixing that chicken, the one I posted yesterday, for dinner. Happy Day or I guess it should be Happy Evening. As most of you know my cooking consist mostly of Taco Bell, McDonald's or Applebee's.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
DAD'S FOIL-PACK TACO CHICKEN....
Prep Time:10 min
Total Time:50 min
Makes:4 servings
4 small boneless skinless chicken breast halves (1 lb.)
4 tsp. TACO BELL® HOME ORIGINALS® Taco Seasoning Mix
1/2 lb. red potatoes, thinly sliced (about 2 cups)
3/4 cup KRAFT 2% Milk Shredded Reduced Fat Four Cheese Mexican Style Cheese
1/2 cup TACO BELL® HOME ORIGINALS® Thick 'N Chunky Salsa
1/4 cup BREAKSTONE'S Reduced Fat or KNUDSEN Light Sour Cream
HEAT oven to 400°F. Sprinkle chicken with seasoning mix. Place 1/2 cup potatoes on center of each of four large sheets of heavy-duty foil; top with chicken, cheese and salsa.
BRING up foil sides. Double fold top and both ends to seal each packet, leaving room for heat circulation inside. Place in 15x10x1-inch baking pan.
BAKE 30 to 35 min. or until chicken is cooked through (165°F). Cool 5 min. Cut slits in foil to release steam before opening. Top with sour cream.
Total Time:50 min
Makes:4 servings
4 small boneless skinless chicken breast halves (1 lb.)
4 tsp. TACO BELL® HOME ORIGINALS® Taco Seasoning Mix
1/2 lb. red potatoes, thinly sliced (about 2 cups)
3/4 cup KRAFT 2% Milk Shredded Reduced Fat Four Cheese Mexican Style Cheese
1/2 cup TACO BELL® HOME ORIGINALS® Thick 'N Chunky Salsa
1/4 cup BREAKSTONE'S Reduced Fat or KNUDSEN Light Sour Cream
HEAT oven to 400°F. Sprinkle chicken with seasoning mix. Place 1/2 cup potatoes on center of each of four large sheets of heavy-duty foil; top with chicken, cheese and salsa.
BRING up foil sides. Double fold top and both ends to seal each packet, leaving room for heat circulation inside. Place in 15x10x1-inch baking pan.
BAKE 30 to 35 min. or until chicken is cooked through (165°F). Cool 5 min. Cut slits in foil to release steam before opening. Top with sour cream.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Gross Smell!
As I was coming in the back door of the mudroom, a couple days ago I smelled some kind of strange smell. I couldn't make out what it was so I didn't think too much about it. The next day it was a little stronger and Hubby asked "do you smell somthing out here". Yes, I said, but I can't figure out what it is. Suzy and Josh were both here and Suzy said she smelled somthing when she came in. Ron asked me if I thought maybe it was my Lavender that was drying...but no way does Lavender smell like that! After the kids left we started looking around the mudroom and couldn't find anything!!!! Then Ron looked at our freezer and said "you don't think?" as he opened the lid. OH MY!!!! What a smell!!! Some how the freezer had been unpluged and every thing in it was BAD!!! Big ole turkey, a ham, and I don't know what else. When that smell came out of that freezer it hit every fly in this town and they were all over the windows and the screen door. Ron was sweeping them up with the sweeper, there were so many, and I went to the store after fly spray. Needless to say, we spent today cleaning that freezer and that mudroom. WOW, what a mess......but we got it done and moved the empty freezer into the kitchen. Now I have more space in the mudroom and am in the process of fixing up my tole painting area so I can get back into painting.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Grandsons Wedding Day
Jarrod, just to let you know that
today, on your Wedding Day,
your Grandpa and I are thinking
of you and wish you the BEST.
Just know that we love you and are
very proud of you. Have a GREAT DAY!!!!
Love to you and your Bride...
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