>From VJJE: Homemade Giant Hershey Kiss - 1. Select a plastic funnel the size of the kiss you wish to make. 2. Decide if you want it plain or with nuts, peanut butter, caramel, white chocolate, Rice Krispies, etc. 3. Melt enough Hershey's chocolate bars to make your kiss in a double boiler being careful not to scorch it. 4. Plug end of funnel with a mini marshmallow and rest it in a sturdy cup (coffee cup is great). 5. Add fillers, if desired, to melted chocolate and pour into funnel. Tap the funnel gently to make sure no air is trapped. 6. Cool at room temperature for several hours. Tap funnel and the kiss will slide out. Wrap in aluminum foil and tie with ribbon. * * * * * * * * * * * * *

hmm havent noticed yet just fred he is not on @home. kiss missi > > Hi Missi, do you know if these folks are bouncing too~? > > [email protected] > [email protected] > [email protected] > > Maybe we could change their addies if they are. ?? > >

glad your ok sweetie ((((((((((((kaffie))))))))) missi > Hello, @home changed over to @attbi sometime last night/early this > morning. > all my @home mail went to the Great Big Zone in the Sky. > My new email address is [email protected] > Missi, I haven't had a chance to unsub the @home one yet. > I'm so sorry for the bounces. : ( > They didn't give us any warning about the new email addy. >

Firecracker Corn-On-The-Cob 1 c. (2 sticks) unsalted butter or margarine, softened 2 tsps. tabasco brand pepper sauce 8 ears corn-on-the-cob In small bowl, combine butter and Tabasco sauce. Mix well. Peel one side of corn husk away from cob without removing completely, and loosen remaining husk. Do not remove silk. Brush butter mixture over kernels and smooth back husk to original shape. Prepare grill. Place corn directly onto coals. Cover grill with lid or foil tent. Cook 2 to 3 minutes. The outside husk will be charred. Makes 8 servings.

Hi Missi, do you know if these folks are bouncing too~? [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] Maybe we could change their addies if they are. ?? What a crazy day it's been. Love you, kath

Hello, @home changed over to @attbi sometime last night/early this morning. all my @home mail went to the Great Big Zone in the Sky. My new email address is [email protected] Missi, I haven't had a chance to unsub the @home one yet. I'm so sorry for the bounces. : ( They didn't give us any warning about the new email addy. HUGS, kath

closed down why? ((((((kaffie)))))))) :( ill call her. ty hun missi > I think her @home closed down at midnight. She has also been suffering with > a bad headache for a couple of days now. Let's keep her in our thoughts and > prayers. (((((Kath))))) > pat :@) >

ty hun missi >

anyone seen kaffie? here mails bounceing... im bit worried missi

> > A Moment Can Last Forever > By Graham Porter > > Loading the car with the paraphernalia of our > youngsters, ages three to nine, was hardly my idea of fun. > But precisely on schedule - and at a very early hour - I > had performed that miracle. With our vacation stay on Lake > Michigan now over, I hurried back into the cottage to find > my wife Evie sweeping the last of the sand from the floor. > "It's six-thirty - time to leave," I said. "Where are > the kids?" > Evie put away the broom. "I let them run down to the > beach for one last look." > I shook my head, annoyed by this encroachment on my > carefully planned schedule. Why had we bothered to rise at > dawn if we weren't to get rolling before the worst of the > traffic hit? After all, the children had already spent two > carefree weeks building sand castles and ambling for miles > along the lakeside in search of magic rocks. And today > they had only to relax in the car - sleep if they liked - > while I alone fought the long road home. > I strode across the porch and out the screen door. > There, down past the rolling dunes, I spotted my four > youngsters on the beach. They had discarded their shoes > and were tiptoeing into the water, laughing and leaping > each time a wave broke over their legs, the point obviously > being to see how far into the lake they could wade without > drenching their clothes. It only riled me more to realize > that all their dry garments were locked, heaven knew where, > in the overstuffed car trunk. > With the firmness of a master sergeant, I cupped my > hands to my mouth to order my children up to the car at > once. But somehow the scolding words stopped short of my > lips. The sun, still low in the morning sky, etched a gold > silhouette around each of the four young figures at play. > For them there was left only this tiny fragment of time for > draining the last drop of joy from the sun and the water > and the sky. > The longer I watched, the more the scene before me > assumed a magic aura, for it would never be duplicated > again. What changes might we expect in our lives after the > passing of another year, another ten years? The only > reality was this moment, this glistening beach and these > children - my children - with the sunlight trapped in their > hair and the sound of their laughter mixing with the wind > and the waves. > 'Why,' I asked myself, 'had I been so intent on > leaving at six-thirty that I had rushed from the cottage to > scold them?' Did I have constructive discipline in mind, > or was I simply in the mood to nag because a long day's > drive lay ahead? After all, no prizes were to be won by > leaving precisely on the dot. If we arrived at our motel > an hour later than planned, no forty-piece band was going > to be kept waiting. And how could I hope to maintain > communication with my children, now and in later years, if > I failed to keep my own youthful memory alive? > At the water's edge far below, my oldest daughter was > motioning for me to join them. Then the others began > waving, too, calling for Evie and me to share their fun. I > hesitated for only a moment, then ran to the cottage to > grab my wife's hand. Half running, half sliding down the > dunes, we were soon at the beach, kicking off our shoes. > With gleeful bravado, we waded far out past our youngsters, > Evie holding up her skirt and I my trouser cuffs, until > Evie's foot slipped and she plunged squealing into the > water, purposely dragging me with her. > Today, years later, my heart still warms to recall our > young children's laughter that day - how full-bellied and > gloriously companionable it was. And not infrequently, > when they air their fondest memories, those few long-ago > moments - all but denied them - are among their most > precious. > «:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«^i^MISSI ^i^«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« Richiele Marie [email protected] (Missi) I disbelieved in reincarnation in my last life, too. »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

anyone know who sings it?? im looking for mp3 kiss missi > > > Santa Baby > > Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me > I've been an awful good girl > Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight > Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue > I'll wait up for you dear > Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight > Think of all the fun I've missed > Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed > Next year I could be oh so good > If you'd check off my Christmas list > Boo doo bee doo > Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's > Not a lot > I've been an angel all year > Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight > Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed > To a platinum mine > Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight > Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks > Sign your 'X' on the line > Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight > Come and trim my Christmas tree > With some decorations bought at Tiffany's > I really do believe in you > Let's see if you believe in me > Boo doo bee doo > Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring > I don't mean a phone > Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight > Hurry down the chimney tonight > Hurry down the chimney tonight > > > > Anyone got words to santa baby?? > ty > missi > >

ty sweetie kiss missi > > > Santa Baby > > Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me > I've been an awful good girl > Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight > Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue > I'll wait up for you dear > Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight > Think of all the fun I've missed > Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed > Next year I could be oh so good > If you'd check off my Christmas list > Boo doo bee doo > Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's > Not a lot > I've been an angel all year > Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight > Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed > To a platinum mine > Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight > Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks > Sign your 'X' on the line > Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight > Come and trim my Christmas tree > With some decorations bought at Tiffany's > I really do believe in you > Let's see if you believe in me > Boo doo bee doo > Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring > I don't mean a phone > Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight > Hurry down the chimney tonight > Hurry down the chimney tonight > > >

Desserts: Peanut Butter Fudge from Atlanta Cooknotes ___________________________________ INGREDIENTS: 2 cups sugar 3/4 cup milk 4 tablespoons peanut butter 1 teaspoon vanilla Pinch salt TO PREPARE: Boil sugar and milk without stirring until a little dropped in cold water forms a soft ball. Remove from heat. Let stand undisturbed until cool, then add salt, peanut butter and vanilla. Beat with wooden spoon until stiff. Turn out in greased 9-inch pan. Let sit until it hardens. O * O *O * O O * * O <º)(((((~((((((>>>< * <º)((((~((((>< missi

> The Leather Jacket > > The leather jacket, once the proud work of a skillful artisan, now lay > on a heap in a secondhand store. Once stiff and full of gloss, it lays > now limp and tattered. Once able to wrap itself around the handsomest of > men and provide great glory, its life is now at an end. Depressed and > alone, it could only reminisce about the life it had. > > It was first purchased by a rich man for quite a hefty sum. Then passed > down to a chauffeur, where it graced the most wonderful cars imaginable. > Then, while it lay lazily across the seat at night in an unlocked car, > right in the middle of its life, it was stolen. Now keeping company with > a thief, it was not as happy, as a matter of fact, it was ashamed. > > It was horrified at the gun and stolen cash that had been shoved in its > ample pockets. That's when it began to lose its shine. It did not get > the proper care and handling as before. It was the beginning of the end. > The jacket was thrown in corners and walked on, almost never hung up. It > grew bitter and hard. Now with its pockets torn it still held weapons > and stolen property. > > The leather jacket, never thinking much about its people before now, for > some unknown reason, began to like its owner. It happened one night when > its companion was very cold. The owner grasped the jacket and pulled it > close around his body, as he sat alone in the park. > > The jacket realized no one loved the owner and the jacket was all he > had. For all his crimes he never kept anything, it was all quickly gone. > All that stayed was the jacket, because in its condition, it was not > valuable to anyone else. The hardness and the bitterness melted away. It > now felt sorrow for the person who clung to it so desperately. > > One day, as weather permitted, it was taken off and left behind. It was > found by a woman and child and placed in a paper bag, with other used > items, for the needy. > > Now here it lay. > > Finally hands picked it up, assessed its value and hung it up, along > with other garments. There were cloth jackets, wool jackets, and > corduroy but none were leather like him. All were in better condition > and all with tales to tell. Some had been all over the world. > Some had graced the shoulders of famous people, but none had stories > quite as exquisite or experiences quite as nasty as Leather. He listened > quietly, never revealing very much, so his companions had begun to > believe he'd had quite an unsavory life. > > Some associated his color with bad, though it was not possible for a > color to influence abilities. He didn't care what they thought and > didn't care when they considered themselves better. Leather could not > help where he had been and he could not help what he had done. > > Many people came by and touched the jackets, taking them out one by one, > looking them over and placing them back on the rack. Leather was quite > startled when one such person flung him across his arm. He recognized > this person. > He had been in the park offering food to his previous owner. He was a > minister. > > "Oh no, God don't let this person take me. I am sure I would not be > suitable for whatever he has in mind. I have been in the worst of places > and done the most despicable things. I am not worthy, let the man see my > tears and tatters and place me back." > > Now God looked down at the little jacket and moved the man to lift > Leather up and examine it again. As the man's eyes fell on the rips and > imperfections, like magic, they were restored. Now the jacket hung on > the hanger like new. All the other jackets were amazed and were placed > back on the rack. > > Leather spoke to God again. "What are you doing? > I am so unworthy." > > "But," God explained, "you are exactly what I am looking for. You will > be used for the people you loved the most, the people with the most > need. > When you have been bad yourself, you can forgive evil. Because you have > been down in the gutter, you can you understand the people there. > You will know where the chill is most severe, where the frost bites the > hardest." > > "You were not stolen by accident. You were being prepared. And now, you > are just what I need." > > "One time I came down, to understand the people and someone stole > something that belonged to me, something I wrapped in leather. It was > shamed and taken to places it didn't want to go. He ripped and bruised > it, thinking he had surely destroyed its purpose. Now I'm sure, he must > realize, he only filled my worst need." > > «:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«^i^MISSI ^i^«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« Richiele Marie [email protected] (Missi) I disbelieved in reincarnation in my last life, too. »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

Their Love Shined Through Even though my parents were married for well over fifty years, I still felt that they stayed together "for the sake of the children." In this case, I was the only child and fifty-ish at that! My parents were both active and healthy, well into their eighties. At eighty-five years old, Dad suffered a stroke. While he was recovering in the hospital, I saw my parents' love shine through like never before. I watched Dad reach his hand out for Mom to hold. I noticed as he firmly pulled her toward him for a kiss on the lips. In my lifetime I had never witnessed these outward signs of love by my parents. Mom, a registered nurse from yesteryear, still had the magic touch of an "angel of mercy." Within six months, she had Dad walking with a cane and back to taking the bus to the Senior Center to play cards and dance! Of course, Dad didn't play cards or dance quite the same as before, but he still gave it all he had. Gradually, Dad's health failed and soon after his eighty-eighth birthday he was hospitalized. During the next four months, he spent only a few days at home, in between visits to the hospital and nursing homes. The doctors never found out exactly what the problem was, but we knew. His time here with us was running out. Mom would visit Dad faithfully every day, and sometimes even twice a day. Of course, being from the old school, she made sure he had the cleanest laundry and the tastiest treats. While I was at work, Mom took the bus to the hospital to see him in the afternoon. She made certain the doctors, nurses and staff gave him the finest care. Each day he would reach out to hold Mom's hand and kiss her lips. Dad was again admitted to the hospital one month before their sixtieth wedding anniversary. His health continued to fail, and we all knew his time with us would soon be over, even before the doctors told us. Two days before their wedding anniversary, I took the rare opportunity to have a private visit with Dad, on my way home from work. He wasn't conscious, but he held my hand firmly. We had the best talk of our lives, although I did all the talking. I reminded him that his sixtieth wedding anniversary was the next day, and assured him that it was okay with us if he wanted to miss this one. I thanked him for everything he had done for me as my dad. I also asked him to forgive me for my short comings, as I forgave him his. The salty tears rolled freely down my face as I spoke. Finally I said, "I know that we both did our best, Dad." Then I just sat quietly in the chair for a few moments, watching him "sleep." As I prepared to leave, I took his thin, frail hand in mine and whispered, "I love you, Dad." His trembling hand responded in acknowledgment. The next day, Mom and I brought anniversary cards and flowers to share with Dad. That evening Mom and I went out for a simple, but special anniversary dinner with my wife. The three of us sat at a table for four -- the fourth place symbolizing Dad's loving presence. When Mom and I arrived at the hospital the following afternoon, Dad's nurse stopped us in the hallway. He stood quietly in front of the door and reached out his hand, placing it on my shoulder. There was no need for words. We knew Dad was gone. Mom held Dad's hand and gave him one last kiss, as their love shined through. Tom Lagana «:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«^i^MISSI ^i^«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« Richiele Marie [email protected] (Missi) I disbelieved in reincarnation in my last life, too. »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

> > Starlight, Star Bright > By Kelly Garnett > > When I was five years old, I took an extreme liking to > my sister's toys. It made little difference that I had a > trunk overflowing with dolls and toys of my own. Her "big > girl" treasures were much easier to break, and much more > appealing. Likewise, when I was ten and she was twelve, > the earrings and make-up that she was slowly being > permitted to experiment with held my attention, while my > former obsession with catching bugs seemed to be a distant > and fading memory. > It was a trend that continued year by year and, except > for a few bruises and threats of terrifying "haircuts" > while I was sleeping, one that my sister handled with > tolerance. My mother continually reminded her, as I > entered junior high wearing her new hair clips, that it was > actually a compliment to her sense of style. She told her, > as I started my first day of high school wearing her > clothes, that one day she would laugh and remind me of how > she was always the cooler of the two of us. > I had always thought that my sister had good taste, > but never more than when she started bringing home guys. I > had a constant parade of sixteen-year-old boys going > through my house, stuffing themselves with food in the > kitchen, or playing basketball on the driveway. > I had recently become very aware that boys, in fact, > weren't as "icky" as I had previously thought, and that > maybe their cooties weren't such a terrible thing to catch > after all. But the freshman guys who were my age, whom I > had spent months giggling over at football games with my > friends, suddenly seemed so young. They couldn't drive and > they didn't wear varsity jackets. My sister's friends were > tall, they were funny, and even though my sister was > persistent in getting rid of me quickly, they were always > nice to me as she pushed me out the door. > Every once in a while I would luck out, and they would > stop by when she wasn't home. One in particular would have > long conversations with me before leaving to do whatever > sixteen-year-old boys did (it was still a mystery to me). > He talked to me as he talked to everyone else, not like a > kid, not like his friends' little sister...and he always > hugged me good-bye before he left. > It wasn't surprising that before long I was positively > giddy about him. My friends told me I had no chance with a > junior. My sister looked concerned for my potentially > broken heart. But you can't help who it is that you fall > in love with, whether they are older or younger, taller or > shorter, completely opposite or just like you. Emotion ran > me over like a Mack truck when I was with him, and I knew > that it was too late to try to be sensible - I was in love. > It did not mean I didn't realize the possibility of > being rejected. I knew that I was taking a big chance with > my feelings and pride. If I didn't give him my heart there > was no possibility that he would break it...but there was > also no chance that he might not. > One night before he left, we sat on my front porch > talking and looking for stars as they became visible. He > looked at me quite seriously and asked me if I believed in > wishing on stars. Surprised, but just as serious, I told > him I had never tried. > "Well, then it's time you start," he said, and pointed > to the sky. "Pick one out and wish for whatever you want > the most." I looked and picked out the brightest star I > could find. I squeezed my eyes shut and with what felt > like an entire colony of butterflies in my stomach, I > wished for courage. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling > as he watched my tremendous wishing effort. He asked what > I had wished for, and when I replied, he looked puzzled. > "Courage? For what?" he questioned. > I took one last deep breath and replied, "To do this." > And I kissed him - all driver's-license-holding, varsity- > jacket-wearing, sixteen years of him. It was bravery I > didn't know I had, strength I owed completely to my heart, > which gave up on my mind and took over. > When I pulled back, I saw the astonished look in his > face, a look that turned into a smile and then laughter. > After searching for something to say for what seemed to me > like hours, he took my hand and said, "Well, I guess we're > lucky tonight. Both our wishes came true." > > «:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«^i^MISSI ^i^«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« Richiele Marie [email protected] (Missi) I disbelieved in reincarnation in my last life, too. »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

Let's see if I understand how the world works...... If a man cuts his finger off while slicing salami at work, he blames the restaurant. If you smoke three packs a day for 40 years and die of lung cancer, your family blames the tobacco company. If your neighbor crashes into a tree while driving home drunk, he blames the bartender. If your grandchildren are brats without manners, you blame television. If your friend is shot by a deranged madman, you blame the gun manufacturer. And if a crazed person breaks into the cockpit and tries to kill the pilot at 35,000 feet, and the passengers kill him instead, the mother of the deceased blames the airline. I must have lived too long to understand the world as it is anymore. So if I die, while my old & wrinkled butt is parked in front of this computer, I «:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«^i^MISSI ^i^«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« Richiele Marie [email protected] (Missi) I disbelieved in reincarnation in my last life, too. »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

The Seven Wonders of The World =============================== A group of Geography students studied the Seven Wonders of the World. At the end of that section, the students were asked to list what they considered to be the Seven Wonders of the World. Though there was some disagreement, the following got the most votes: 1. Egypt's Great Pyramids 2. Taj Mahal 3. Grand Canyon 4. Panama Canal 5. Empire State Building 6. St. Peter's Basilica 7. China's Great Wall While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student, a quiet girl, hadn't turned in her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The quiet girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many." The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help." The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the Seven Wonders of the World are: 1. to touch 2. to taste 3. to see 4. to hear She hesitated a little, and then 5. to run 6. to laugh 7. and to love It is far too easy for us to look at the exploits of man and refer to them as "wonders" while we overlook all God has done, regarding them as merely "ordinary." May you be reminded today of those things which are truly wondrous. Author Unknown «:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«^i^MISSI ^i^«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« Richiele Marie [email protected] (Missi) I disbelieved in reincarnation in my last life, too. »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

Anyone got words to santa baby?? ty missi

> You Know I Can't Smile Without You!! > «:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«^i^MISSI ^i^«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« Richiele Marie [email protected] (Missi) I disbelieved in reincarnation in my last life, too. »§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«