Jon and his family give me the blame for all of the weight he has gained since we have been married. Isnt it a double standard when a man gains weight they say boy his wife must be taking good care of him. If the woman gains weight they say look at how she has let herself go. :rolleyes:
Janie - it's all my fault! Dang!
LOL - listen dear - you just keep up the good work, and I wish you lived closer - I'd teach you all my bad habits.
then I'd give you a meal to take to the Deliverance crowd that they wouldn't know what happened! LOL
Yes - you are taking care of Jon - that is the way it should be. Dad was a runt - mom built him into KONG!
LOL - listen dear - you just keep up the good work, and I wish you lived closer - I'd teach you all my bad habits.
then I'd give you a meal to take to the Deliverance crowd that they wouldn't know what happened! LOL
Yes - you are taking care of Jon - that is the way it should be. Dad was a runt - mom built him into KONG!
I have to pass the blame along to someone lol. What I would give to know even half of your bad habits Mama! He was fussing today that he was never going to be able to loose weight while eating homemade sugar cookies that I had just taken out of the oven. You know I have found that after you hit that ten year married mark fussing from your husband just starts to sound like white noise lol.
toooooo funny - tell him he's not exactl Mr. GQ these days either!
And take it from Mama -
life is too short - good things (foods) come to those that labor (cook/bake) for them - and now that am older - always leave room for desserts.
And if dessert is the first course -all the better.
Mind you - I am not sayng to overeat it all - but do not deny yourself.
REMEMBER TO KEEP YOUR FORK!!!!
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.
Therefore, 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?" 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, 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 their fork" Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
And keep your fork!
And take it from Mama -
life is too short - good things (foods) come to those that labor (cook/bake) for them - and now that am older - always leave room for desserts.
And if dessert is the first course -all the better.
Mind you - I am not sayng to overeat it all - but do not deny yourself.
REMEMBER TO KEEP YOUR FORK!!!!
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.
Therefore, 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?" 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, 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 their fork" Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
And keep your fork!