A friend sent this to me and I send it on to you: Dear Lord: Every single evening as I'm lying here in bed this tiny little prayer keeps running through my head. God bless all my family wherever they may be, keep them warm and safe from harm for they're so close to me. And God, there is one more thing I wish that you could do. Hope you don't mind me asking, bless my computer too. Now I know that it's not normal to bless a mother board, but listen just a second while I explain to you 'My Lord'. You see, that little metal box holds more than odds & ends inside those small compartments rest so many of my FRIENDS. I know so much about them by the kindness that they give And this little scrap of metal takes me in to where they live. By faith is how I know them much the same as you We share in what life brings us and from that our friendship grew. Please, take an extra minute from your duties up above To bless those in my address book that's filled with so much love! Wherever else this prayer may reach to each and every friend, Bless each e-mail Inbox and the person who hits "Send". When you update your heavenly list on your own CD-Rom Remember each who've said this prayer and sent it to "God.com". .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

It's not just marriage. It's an adventure. By Jim Warda Since our wedding day, I have changed in many ways, which can be traced directly back to my wife's influence, such as: - I now squeegee the shower doors after a shower. Of course, it takes a little longer than that to explain to my guy friends why I do. - I don't sleep on the pillow shams. Before marriage, I didn't know what a pillow sham was. Now, I do. And, I'm better off for it. - I no longer fold the towels in half. My wife taught me to do it in thirds to take up less space in the linen closet. Thanks, honey. - I used to invite guys over to watch a football game, not thinking about refreshments. Now, we clean the house and make asparagus rolls beforehand. And, I always thought a new bag of Doritos was extravagant. - Before marriage, I used simple color descriptions for clothes, like beige and red. Now, I call them marooned sand pebble and crimson autumn apple. - I now know where the heavy whipping creme is in the grocery store. Enough said. - I'd much rather drive our minivan than a 2002 Metallic Blue Porsche 911 Turbo. Send help. - I know where to buy a loofah. - I know that the only similarity between diamonds and diamonique is the first six letters. - I know that the guest towels are never used, not even by guests. Go figure. - Because my wife likes to dance, I now know that a grand jete isn't something you get at Starbucks. - Finally, before marriage, I didn't know how to wrap gifts, make a grilled cheese sandwich, or iron. Now, I do. Kind of. So, in looking back, marriage has been a wondrous, magical boot camp. And, now I'm a lean, mean domestic machine. As I said before, send help. Fast. .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

Twinkies and Root Beer A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of Root beer and he started his journey. When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old man. He was sitting in the park just staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old man looked hungry, so he offered him a Twinkie. He gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. His smile was so pleasant that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer. Again, he smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word. As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old man, and gave him a hug. He gave him his biggest smile ever. When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy? "He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? He's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!" Meanwhile, the old man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked, "Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?" He replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God." However, before his son responded, he added, "You know, he's much younger than I expected." Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally! Send this to people who have touched your life in a special way. Let them know how important they are. Have lunch with God! Thanks for touching my life. .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

A Lot of Bread By Lucy Serna Killebrew When I was first incarcerated in 1987, the hardest part of doing prison time was being away from my children. This is common with most of the women in prison, so often stories of our children are shared among each other. Renee, a friend I had met in prison, was doing seven years for drug charges. She had a five-year-old son that her parents were raising. She and the grandparents had told the five-year-old that Renee was away at school in order to protect him from the fear and humiliation of his mother being incarcerated. Renee would call her son often and promise him that it wouldn't be long before they'd be reunited again. One evening, after talking to her son, Renee came to me with tears in her eyes. Her son had asked if she would be home soon. Renee made the regular promise that it wouldn't be too much longer now. The boy asked, "Can we go to the duck pond when you get home?" She assured him that they would. In the innocence of a child, he had proudly announced that he was saving up the bread already. Renee's heart wrenched imagining the huge pile of moldy bread that would be piled up before she would be able to keep her promise to this trusting five-year-old. We cried together, and she somehow made it through the crisis. I was shocked when only a few weeks later she came to me seeking advice. She had just received her state pay - twenty-five dollars for the month - and had the opportunity to buy a half of a pill for twenty-five dollars. It would leave her broke for the rest of the month, but Renee really wanted to buy the pill. It would be dissolved and shot up for a high. She felt that she deserved the "treat" because prison was so hard, she was so lonely and it was almost her birthday. I'm sure Renee had other reasons, but my head was still spinning from the fact that she could even consider it with a five-year-old son waiting to share her life with him. Since I don't do drugs and never have, I couldn't imagine what kind of high could be greater than spending time with your child. Before I realized what I was saying, I blurted out, "You're grown, and you have to make your own decisions, but think how much bread that twenty-five dollars could buy." The statement was like throwing ice water in Renee's face. She caught her breath, whirled around and walked away from me before I could take back my statement. I felt terrible. It was cruel of me to have made such a statement, I thought. Who was I to judge another person? I knew I had ruined a good friendship. I didn't see Renee for several days, so I wasn't sure if she had used the state pay for the coveted half-pill. I felt miserable. Finally, Renee joined me at a table in the lobby, looking sheepish. I hugged her without asking about her decision - it was none of my business. She volunteered the information, anyway. Renee had not bought the pill. She said, "You were right, Lucy. It will buy a lot of bread." It's been ten years since I've seen Renee, but she still writes and lets me know that she still hasn't done drugs, although tempted. She always thinks about how much bread the cost of the drugs will buy. Renee and her son now visit the duck pond often. She continues to thank me for reminding her of what that one moment of weakness almost cost her. .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

> ALBERT > > Working in a hospital with recent stroke patients was an all-or-nothing > proposition. They were usually so grateful to be alive or just wanted > to die. A quick glance told all. > Albert taught me much about strokes. One afternoon while making rounds I'd > met him, curled in a fetal > position. A pale, dried-up old man with a look of death, head half-buried > under a blanket. He didn't budge when I introduced myself, > and he said nothing when I referred to dinner "soon." > At the nurse's station, an attendant provided some history. He had > no one. He'd lived too long. Wife of thirty years dead, five sons gone. > Well,. Maybe I could help. A chunky but pretty divorced nurse > avoiding the male population outside of work, I could satisfy a need. I > flirted. The next day I wore a dress, not my usual nursing uniform but > white. > No light on. Curtain drawn. Albert hollered at the staff to get out. I > pulled a chair close to his bed, > crossing my shapely legs, head tilted. I gave him a perfect smile. "Leave > me. I want to die." "What a crime, all us single women out there." He > looked annoyed. I rambled on about how I liked working rehab > unit because I got to watch people reach their maximum potential. > It was a place of possibilities. He said nothing. Two days later during > shift report, I learned that Albert had asked > when I'd be "on." The charge nurse referred to him as my "boyfriend > and word got around. I never argued. Outside his room, I `d tell > others not to bother "my Abler." Soon he agreed to "dangle', sit on the > side of the bed to build up > sitting Tolerance, energy and balance. He agreed to "work" with > physical therapy if I'd return to "talk." Two months later, Albert was on a > walker. By the third month, he'd > progressed to a cane. Friday's we celebrated discharges with a > barbecue. Albert and I danced to Edith Piaf. He wasn't graceful, > but he was leading. Tear-streaked cheeks touched as we bade > our good-byes Periodically roses, mums and sweet peas would turn up. He was > gardening again. Then one afternoon, a lovely lavender-clad > women came on the unit demanding "that hussy." My supervisor called; I was > in the middle of giving a bed bath. So you're the one! The women who > reminded my Albert that he's > a man!" Her head titled in full smile as she handed me a > wedding invitation > > > Sometimes we expect far too much of the people around us, and > because no one can ever live up to those expectations, we are almost > always disappointed. But wouldn't it be better if we just let go, and let > people be who they are? Then we'd be able to see them as they > are--with all their beauty and goodness in which we take joy, and with > all their faults which we can also see in ourselves. > When we have put someone up on a pedestal, sculpturing them to fit > our needs and desires by smoothing out the rough edges and creating > new curves here and there, we cannot see the real person underneath > our work. All we see is the illusion we have created. That is denying the > person's real identity and is disrespectful. It's much better for our > friends and for ourselves if we drop our expectations and illusions, and > accept them all just the way they are. > > > > .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

============= 4 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves 4 teaspoons taco seasoning mix 1 cup salsa 1 cup shredded Cheddar cheese 4 tablespoons sour cream Preheat oven to 375F. Place chicken breasts in a lightly greased 9x13 inch baking dish. Sprinkle taco seasoning on both sides of chicken breasts, and pour salsa over all. Bake at 375F for 25 to 35 minutes, or until chicken is tender and juicy and its juices run clear. Sprinkle chicken evenly with cheese, and continue baking for an additional 3 to 5 minutes, or until cheese is melted and bubbly. Top with sour cream and serve. Ham Wraps ========= 1 package large flour tortillas 16 ozs. cream cheese -- softened 1/3 cup mayonnaise 2 tablespoons chopped green onions 1/4 cup chopped black olives 2 packages sliced cooked ham Combine cream cheese, mayonnaise, green onions and olives. Spread a thin layer of cream cheese mixture on top side of each tortilla. Arrange ham slices over cheese. Tightly roll up each toritlla; wrap individually in plastic wrap. Refrigerate for 3 hours to overnight. To serve, cut into 3/4 inch diagonal slices.

(((((((((((((Kath))))))))))) Happy Easter to you too. I hope the Big Bunny was kind to you. Love, Sharon When friends meet, hearts warm...proverb Hi Sharon~! :-) Did you have a good day~? It was so sunny and pretty here. Perfect weather for Bryson's 1st egg hunt. :-) Love you, {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Sharon}}}}}}}}}}}}}} kath

Dear Phyllis: I understand where you are coming from about the spices and herbs.When I lived in Michigan (Detroit Area) we had what is called the Eastern Market and you could go there and buy fresh herbs and spices and frutis and vegies. There was a store where you could buy all of the herbs and spices from all over the world. I could also by two/three ounce jars with a plastic shaker and screw on lid by the case. I have one bottle for each herb and spice. What I did was to look up all of thenames of the herbs and spices and bought enough jars to hold them all. I believe I used about 48 of them. Here is another place you might want to try. Looking in your yellow pages look under jars/bottles and you should be able to find a local source to obtain bottle and jars for every type of use. Jean Payton ----- Original Message ----- From: "Phyllis Cloyd" <pcloyd@earthlink.net> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, March 31, 2002 4:20 PM Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Spices & spice bottles Help!!! As I was preparing dinner today, I took a really good look at the cupboard where I store my bottled dried spices, herbs & non-perishable liquids like vinegars, soys, etc. and misc. cooking stuff like cornstarch, tapioca, baking powder, baking soda, etc. Cupboard needs a thorough cleaning and reorganization. First, I have old dried herbs and spices. I don't like to throw anything out if I can use it somewhere else. I can use the spices to put in a tea kettle to make the house smell pleasant. But what about dried herbs like oregano, basil, etc.? Can they be used as a base for some kind of pot-pourie? Or??? Any other use for spices and/or herbs. (How on earth do you spell pot-pourri? I can't get any variation to clear through spell check.) Second, I want to try to get things in uniform size jars/containers. Know any place where I can get some inexpensive small, relatively air tight, containers? Preferably with screw lids. I can add my own labels. Any other brilliant ideas for organizing this type of cupboard. At present, this type of stuff in my kitchen consumes an entire cupboard of three shelves -- each about 6 feet long. There must be a more efficient way. (I don't have any wall space for spice racks.) Thanks, Phyllis in NJ ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== "second star to the right and straight on 'til morning" »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

did not feel it. =*( > > hi al > we are rocking and rolling in san diego,ca!! > did you sleep threw it sis! > LaLa > .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³

I'm sorry I don't remember Phyllis. I'm thinking it may have been Goodwill or a Garage Sale.?? It's been so long ago. I need to clean out my old spices too. I'll be watching to see if someone has some ideas to use them somehow instead of just pitching them. Kath Kath -- Thanks for suggestions. I do keep my stuff on lazy susans -- short stuff on two-tier, large stuff on single. I didn't know they made a three tier one. Do you remember where you got your three tier? Phyllis

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Kath -- Thanks for suggestions. I do keep my stuff on lazy susans -- short stuff on two-tier, large stuff on single. I didn't know they made a three tier one. Do you remember where you got your three tier? Phyllis ----- Original Message ----- From: "Kath" <mzmouser@attbi.com> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, March 31, 2002 6:07 PM Subject: Re: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Spices & spice bottles > Hello Phyllis, > The Bulk Natural Foods stores out here sell small jars I think you are talking about. > Couldn't tell you how much they are though. My try the ones in your area. > I keep my spices and such on Lazy Susans. Don't have to dig through them that way. > The two and three tiered ones really hold a bunch. > HUGS, > kath > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Phyllis Cloyd" <pcloyd@earthlink.net> > To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Sunday, March 31, 2002 1:20 PM > Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Spices & spice bottles > > > Help!!! > > As I was preparing dinner today, I took a really good look at the cupboard > where I store my bottled dried spices, herbs & non-perishable liquids like > vinegars, soys, etc. and misc. cooking stuff like cornstarch, tapioca, > baking powder, baking soda, etc. Cupboard needs a thorough cleaning and > reorganization. > > First, I have old dried herbs and spices. I don't like to throw anything > out if I can use it somewhere else. I can use the spices to put in a tea > kettle to make the house smell pleasant. But what about dried herbs like > oregano, basil, etc.? Can they be used as a base for some kind of > pot-pourie? Or??? Any other use for spices and/or herbs. > > (How on earth do you spell pot-pourri? I can't get any variation to clear > through spell check.) > > Second, I want to try to get things in uniform size jars/containers. Know > any place where I can get some inexpensive small, relatively air tight, > containers? Preferably with screw lids. I can add my own labels. > > Any other brilliant ideas for organizing this type of cupboard. > > At present, this type of stuff in my kitchen consumes an entire cupboard of > three shelves -- each about 6 feet long. There must be a more efficient > way. (I don't have any wall space for spice racks.) > > Thanks, > > Phyllis in NJ > > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > “second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning” > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« > > > > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > Listresses > Missi Richiele3@aol.com & Kath Mzmouser@attbi.com > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« > >

Help!!! As I was preparing dinner today, I took a really good look at the cupboard where I store my bottled dried spices, herbs & non-perishable liquids like vinegars, soys, etc. and misc. cooking stuff like cornstarch, tapioca, baking powder, baking soda, etc. Cupboard needs a thorough cleaning and reorganization. First, I have old dried herbs and spices. I don't like to throw anything out if I can use it somewhere else. I can use the spices to put in a tea kettle to make the house smell pleasant. But what about dried herbs like oregano, basil, etc.? Can they be used as a base for some kind of pot-pourie? Or??? Any other use for spices and/or herbs. (How on earth do you spell pot-pourri? I can't get any variation to clear through spell check.) Second, I want to try to get things in uniform size jars/containers. Know any place where I can get some inexpensive small, relatively air tight, containers? Preferably with screw lids. I can add my own labels. Any other brilliant ideas for organizing this type of cupboard. At present, this type of stuff in my kitchen consumes an entire cupboard of three shelves -- each about 6 feet long. There must be a more efficient way. (I don't have any wall space for spice racks.) Thanks, Phyllis in NJ

Hello Phyllis, The Bulk Natural Foods stores out here sell small jars I think you are talking about. Couldn't tell you how much they are though. My try the ones in your area. I keep my spices and such on Lazy Susans. Don't have to dig through them that way. The two and three tiered ones really hold a bunch. HUGS, kath ----- Original Message ----- From: "Phyllis Cloyd" <pcloyd@earthlink.net> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, March 31, 2002 1:20 PM Subject: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] Spices & spice bottles Help!!! As I was preparing dinner today, I took a really good look at the cupboard where I store my bottled dried spices, herbs & non-perishable liquids like vinegars, soys, etc. and misc. cooking stuff like cornstarch, tapioca, baking powder, baking soda, etc. Cupboard needs a thorough cleaning and reorganization. First, I have old dried herbs and spices. I don't like to throw anything out if I can use it somewhere else. I can use the spices to put in a tea kettle to make the house smell pleasant. But what about dried herbs like oregano, basil, etc.? Can they be used as a base for some kind of pot-pourie? Or??? Any other use for spices and/or herbs. (How on earth do you spell pot-pourri? I can't get any variation to clear through spell check.) Second, I want to try to get things in uniform size jars/containers. Know any place where I can get some inexpensive small, relatively air tight, containers? Preferably with screw lids. I can add my own labels. Any other brilliant ideas for organizing this type of cupboard. At present, this type of stuff in my kitchen consumes an entire cupboard of three shelves -- each about 6 feet long. There must be a more efficient way. (I don't have any wall space for spice racks.) Thanks, Phyllis in NJ ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== “second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning” »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«

I've gone from 100 spams a day to 2 or 3 a day... But I will be dropping my yahoo address soon. They what to start charging for the use of the mail server now and I'm not going to pay them as long as they have such poor tech support. E ----- Original Message ----- From: <Bodicea43@aol.com> To: <FOLKLORE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, March 30, 2002 18:52 Subject: Re: [FOLKLORE FAMILY] OT but important...yahoo is responsible for your spam! > Thanks from me too Erick, I took the advice, so we'll see. I have been > inundated lately on all my screen names with Spam, and PORN! I just hate > that! > Thanks again, > Sharon > > When friends meet, hearts warm...proverb > > > ==== FOLKLORE Mailing List ==== > "Folklore Family" Listresses > Missi Richiele3@aol.com & Kath Mzmouser@attbi.com > »§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´´`*:»§«:*´`³¤³´`*:»§« > >

Yes I would greatly appreciate it. A cake would be fine and even what you would bake for a crowd. Thanks again Avie

(((((((((((((Kath))))))))))) Happy Easter to you too. I hope the Big Bunny was kind to you. Love, Sharon When friends meet, hearts warm...proverb

Thanks from me too Erick, I took the advice, so we'll see. I have been inundated lately on all my screen names with Spam, and PORN! I just hate that! Thanks again, Sharon When friends meet, hearts warm...proverb