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.

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

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.

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.

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!!!!

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.'

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!'

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." 

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, "Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?"

The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her and said, "Just take care of my eyes, dear."

We should be careful what we ask for, because we just might get and who knows at what expense.

Amen."

The Christening
After the christening of his baby brother in church, Jason sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car.
His father asked him three times what was wrong.

Finally, the boy replied: "That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home, and I wanted to stay with you guys."

Quiet please………
A Sunday school teacher asked her children as they were on the way to church service, "And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?"

One bright little girl replied: "Because people are sleeping."

Shhhhhhhhhhhh!
Six-year-old Angie and her four-year-old brother, Joel, were sitting together in church. Joel giggled, sang, and talked out loud. Finally, his big sister had had enough.

"You're not supposed to talk out loud in church."
"Why? Who's going to stop me?" Joel asked.

Angie pointed to the back of the church and said: "See those two men standing by the door? They're hushers."

What would Jesus do?
A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons,Kevin 5, and Ryan 3. The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake. Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson.

"If Jesus were sitting here, He would say: 'Let my brother have the first pancake, I can wait.'

Kevin turned to his younger brother and said: "Ryan, you be Jesus!"

Heaven's Gate
A father was at the beach with his children when the four-year-old son ran up to him, grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore where a seagull lay dead in the sand.

"Daddy, what happened to him?" the son asked.
"He died and went to Heaven," the Dad replied.
The boy thought a moment and then said: "Did God throw him back down?"

Guess who's coming to dinner
A wife invited some people to dinner. At the table, she turned to their six-year-old daughter and said: "Would you like to say the blessing?"

"I wouldn't know what to say," the girl replied.
"Just say what you hear Mommy say," the wife answered.
The daughter bowed her head and said: "Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?"

He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.

. The tailgating woman hit the roof–and the horn–screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to get through the intersection. As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up. He took her to the police station where she was searched, finger printed, photographed and placed in a holding cell.

After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.

He said, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you, and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the 'Choose Life' license plate holder, the 'What Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker, the 'Follow Me to Sunday School' bumper stickers, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk. Naturally, I assumed you had stolen the car!"

The old lady with a deadpan ___expression says nothing.

Another young and beautiful woman smelling expensive, enters the lift, turns, looks down her long pointed nose at the old lady and says "Chanel No.5, Paris, $200.00 an ounce" The lift is now filled with the aroma of the magnificent scents of the combined perfumes.

One floor later, as the Jamaican lady approaches her destination, she quietly eases out a long silent gas, which quickly overpowers the combined expensive perfumes and leaves the two women with water in their eyes.

As she steps out of the elevator, she turns and says "Jamaican Calaloo, $15.00 a bundle".

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She cooked for students & teachers to support the family.

There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me.

I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me?

I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.

The next day at school one of my classmates said, "EEEE, your mom only has one eye!"

So I confronted her that day and said, " If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?!!!"

My mom did not respond…

I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger.

I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her.

So I studied real hard, got a chance to go  abroad to study.

Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own.

I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts.

Then one day, my mother came to visit me.

She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited.

I screamed at her, "How dare you come to my house and scare my children!" GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"

And to this, my mother quietly answered, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house.

So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip.

After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbors said that she died.

I did not shed a single tear.

They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

"I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.

I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.

But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you.

I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.

You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye.

As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye.

So I gave you mine.

I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye".

With my love to you, Your mother.

The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.  Oh no, it is Bob, Bob from Church!   Jack sunk farther into his trench coat.  This was worse than the coming ticket.  A cop catching a guy from his own church, a guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at the office, a guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.
"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."

"Hello, Jack." No smile.

"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."

"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain.  Good.

"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit -just this once."
Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct." Ouch. This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
"What'd you clock me at?"

"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"

"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as saw you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.

"Please, Jack, in the car"

Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window

The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.

Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?

Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again a tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.

"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.

Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost?

Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:

"Dear Jack,

Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a car. You guessed it- a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his three daughters. Whenever he wanted. I only had one. I'm going to have to wait until Heaven before I can ever hug her again. A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray for me.And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left." "Bob"

Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.

Life is precious, handle with care!

He was a natural motivator.

If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, "I don't get it!

You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"

He replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or … you can choose to be in a bad mood.

I choose to be in a good mood."

Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or…I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.

Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or… I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.

"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.

"Yes, it is," he said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood.

You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life."

I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.

After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.

I saw him about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins…Wanna see my scars?"

I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.

"The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter," he replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or…I could choose to die. I chose to live."

"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.

He continued, "..the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I needed to take action."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said John. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes, I replied.' The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity'."

Over their laughter, I told them, "I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead." He lived, thanks to the Grace of God and skills of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude… I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.

Attitude, after all, is everything.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34.

 After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

Ali Gilmore was born on January 5, 1976, and was 30 years old at the time of her disapperance form her home in Wilson Green in Tallahassee, Florida. She is a black female, 5 feet 6 inches, has brown hair, brown eyes, medium complexion and weighs approximately 180 lbs.

Identifying characteristics: Pierced ears, tattoo of the name "Ali" on right side of chest, birthmark on abdomen. Ali Gilmore was four months pregnant at the time of her disappearance!

Visit Ali Gilmore's website: http://www.whereisaligilmore.com

Read more at: http://www.akeelahandthebee.com/

GO SEE THE MOVIE!!!

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Ohio Players - Ecstasy
ConFunkShun - Let Me Put Love on Your Mind
Isley Brothers - Footsteps in the Dark
Norman Connors - You Are My Starship
Bootsy Collins - I'd Rather Be With You
OJays - Your Body's Here With Me
Angela Bofill - The Feelin's Love
Average White Band - A Love of Your Own
Natlie Cole - I Can't Say No
New Birth - Been Such A Long Time
Ohio Players - Honey
Marvin Gaye - Distant Lover
Pieces Of A Dream - Tonight's The Night
Ohio Players - She's a Bad Mamma Jamma
The Gap Band - Early In The Morning
Ohio Players - Climax

Enjoy!

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In what order would you take care of the problems? Jot down the order in which YOU would handle things, then scroll down after you've made your decisions. Each decision will represent how you look at your life.
 

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HAVE YOU MADE YOUR DECISIONS …………………..????????

PSYCH TEST - Analysis
> > > > 1. The phone represents JOB/ CAREER.
> > > > 2. The baby represents FAMILY.
> > > > 3. The visitor represents FRIENDS.
> > > > 4. The laundry (believe it or not) represents INTIMACY.
> > > > 5. The running water represents MONEY/WEALTH.
Makes you think, huh? How closely did your answers come to stating your priorities in life?

P.U.S.H. (Pray Until Something Happens)

1 Gallon whiskey
1 Cup water
1 Cup sugar
4 Large eggs
2 Cups dried fruit
1 Teaspoon salt
1 Cup brown sugar
Lemon juice
Nuts

Sample the whiskey to check for quality.Take a large bowl.
Check the whiskey again to be sure it is of the highest quality.Pour one level cup and drink. Repeat.

Turn on the electric mixer.
Beat one cup butter in a fluffy bowl. Add 1 teaspoon sugar and beat again. Make sure the whiskey is still top quality.
Try another tup.

Turn off mixer.
Break 2 legs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Mix on the turner.

If the fried fruit gets stuck in the beaterers, pry it loose with a drewscriver.

Sample the whiskey to check for tonsisticity.
Next, sift 2 cups of salt Or something.
Check the whiskey.

Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.
Add one table Spoon Of sugar or something.
Whatever you can find.

Grease the oven.
Turn the cake tin to 350 degrees.
Don't forget to beat off the turner.
Throw the bowl out the window.
Check the whiskey again.

Go to bed - who the heck likes fruitcake anyway!!!!

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]]> http://daddyroy.com/?feed=rss2&p=25 http://daddyroy.com/?p=23 http://daddyroy.com/?p=23#comments Tue, 10 Jan 2006 19:31:07 +0000 Daddyroy Chat Bout! http://daddyroy.com/?p=23 A smile can only go so far! A friend of mine was recently married. He went half way accross the world to find this woman. The funny part is that she doesn't speak english, and he can't speak her language. Thus far they've managed to use a translator here and there, and when it came down to it, you can tell when a woman wants you, in any language……..who needs words!

That was yesterday! Now she's trying to learn english and the presure seems to be on her, because he's not trying to learn her language as he should be. You guessed it, they are both frustrated, her more so than him. Not only is she far away from her home, she can't tell her man how she feels. They've smiled till they're blue in the cheeks. Communication is Key!

]]> http://daddyroy.com/?feed=rss2&p=23 http://daddyroy.com/?p=51 http://daddyroy.com/?p=51#comments Tue, 10 Jan 2006 18:59:34 +0000 Daddyroy So You Got Jokes http://daddyroy.com/?p=51 Jane was a wonderful woman. She married and had 13 children. Her husband died.  She married again and had 7 more children. Again, her husband died. But, she remarried and this time had 5 more children. Alas, she finally died.

Standing before her coffin, the preacher prayed for her. He thanked The Lord for this very loving woman, offering as his closing comment: "Lord, they're finally together."

One mourner leaned over and quietly asked her friend, "Do you think he means her first, second, or third husband?" The friend replied, "I think he means her legs!!!"

]]> http://daddyroy.com/?feed=rss2&p=51 http://daddyroy.com/?p=17 http://daddyroy.com/?p=17#comments Sun, 08 Jan 2006 21:16:14 +0000 Daddyroy Cooking http://daddyroy.com/?p=17 After church I had some leftovers from the feast I cooked yesterday. Leftovers were gooood! Almost made me wanna slap somebody! Well it's leftovers for the next couple of days.
]]> http://daddyroy.com/?feed=rss2&p=17 http://daddyroy.com/?p=16 http://daddyroy.com/?p=16#comments Sun, 08 Jan 2006 04:52:14 +0000 Daddyroy Cooking http://daddyroy.com/?p=16 Today I spent the day cooking for a party of 30 people. I started my day at 9:30 AM, a quick trip to the Post Office, then to the Mall, then ofcourse to Walmart to get the stuff for the feast.

The Menu
- Oxtails
- Jerked Chicken
- Curry Chicken
- Macoroni
- Pigeon Peas & Rice
- Baked Beans
- Cabbage

I started the prep work at 12:00 PM, with a case of chicken leg quarters, cleaning the chicken and removing the fat. Then I cut the chicken into smaller pieces, jerked half and curried the other half.

Then I moved on to the case of oxtails. I cleaned them and removed most of the fat, seasoned them, and used 2 presure cookers to cook those bad boys.

Then the Macaroni, and Pigeon Peas & Rice (a crowd pleaser). The Baked Beans were last. Now there is an art to cooking baked beans, and most people who cook them don't realize this. Baked beans should not taste the same as if you ate them from the can. Now if you want to cook "Tha Bom" Baked beans you need to have the following:
1) Bacon (almost burnt)
2) Mustard
3) Barbaque Sauce
4) Brown Sugar
5) And ofcourse Bush's Baked Beans (orignal or vegitarian)

So I started at 12:00 and finished cooking at 7:00, then we ate. That was some good cooking I must say. Finally I sat down on a recliner, pulled my hat down and that's all she wrote, brotherman was out for the count!

I woke up a few hours later, fixed me a plate and I was gone like the wind!

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My '82 Saab 900 Turbo

I loved this car. Top speed on the speedometer 85 mph. Top speed on the highway 120 mph. Eventually the spedometer cable was rung off, at speeds that exceeded 85 mph. The turbo always kicked in in 2nd gear, and away we went!

 

Well I guess things change!

 

My BMW 740i (2006)

 

]]> http://daddyroy.com/?feed=rss2&p=14 http://daddyroy.com/?p=15 http://daddyroy.com/?p=15#comments Fri, 06 Jan 2006 15:50:23 +0000 Daddyroy Movies For Men Who Like Movies http://daddyroy.com/?p=15 Eddie & the Cruisers - Michael Pare

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly - Clint Eastwood

For a Few Dollars More - Clint Eastwood

Death Wish I, II & III - Charles Bronson

 

]]> http://daddyroy.com/?feed=rss2&p=15 http://daddyroy.com/?p=20 http://daddyroy.com/?p=20#comments Thu, 05 Jan 2006 22:30:20 +0000 Daddyroy Cooking http://daddyroy.com/?p=20 Good dumplings and very simple and easy to make. You simply need flour, salt, sugar and good old fashion H₂O. So here we go; You will need a round bowl of some sorts. The size will depend on how many people you're trying to feed.  Pour your flour into the bowl, add salt and sugar at a ratio of 1:20. Mix the salt and sugar in with the flour. Add water slowly and in small amounts, and begin to nead  the flour. You will repeat the process untill your dough is powder free. A ittle trick I've learned is to add a little bit of oil to your dough when neading. Once the dough is ready you can beging to slice off pieces of the dough and even get creative with shaping your dumplings (circles, squares, spheres, maybe even a bunny rabit). Have a pot of boiling water ready and simply drop the dumplings in. You must stir initially to prevent the dumplings from sticking to the bottom of your pot. Once all of the dumplings are in the pot allow it to boil at medium for 45 min. That's it, the finished product is a pot full of dumplings in a thick sauce-lick broth that can be used for soups. Be creative!
]]> http://daddyroy.com/?feed=rss2&p=20 http://daddyroy.com/?p=19 http://daddyroy.com/?p=19#comments Mon, 02 Jan 2006 20:45:18 +0000 Daddyroy Great Movies http://daddyroy.com/?p=19 Gary Cooper won an Oscar for his portrayal of real-life soldier Sergeant Alvin York, a war hero who astonished the world with his bravery and modesty. Although an unruly lad while growing up in rural Tennessee, he later reformed to pacifist ideals, but was called to serve in World War I where his valor on the battlefield earned him the Congressional Medal of Honor. The film is directed by Howard Hawks and was nominated for 11 Academy Awards.
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