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Who bites on the wishboneSodon't forget the raisins and the cinnamon;
His dreams shall come true:
He shall get what he wishes
Without more ado.
But whether 'twill bring him
Contentment or woe
Is a thing that no pudding
Can possibly know.
Who bites on the ring
Shall be wed without fail
In a white satin gown
And her grandmother's veil;
And the parson who weds her
Shall murmur with pride,
"Well, I never clapped eyes on
A bonnier bride."
Who bites on the button
Shall never take wife
But live a gay bachelor
All of his life;
And he'll think, as he sips
His expensive Tokay,
"There's no one, I'll wager,
So lucky as I."
Who bites on the thimble
Shall live by herself
With a cat on the mat
And a clock on the shelf.
And she'll think, as she sups
On a poached egg and tea,
"Well, it's much to be wed,
But it's more to be free."
The person who bites on
The threepenny bit
For love and for liberty
Cares not a whit,
But boasts, as he counts up
His gathering gold,
"Well, mine is a luck
That'll never grow cold."
And come by yesterday's post to see new contributions to Amy's Place from our own Conspiracy Guy! He posted late on yesterday's thread: http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/1041871/posts?page=140#140
Amy, I'm so sorry I haven't been around much to participate in your pre-Christmas festivities. I have had every intention of being here. I have tons of Christmas music just itching to be posted. Please forgive me.
I've been dealing with a staph infection all week. The antibiotics, I've noticed, aren't helping much. Blech. I figure God has struck me with lightening for being such a grumpy butt about Christmas. I fully expect 3 ghostly visitors on Christmas Eve.
Meek!!!!!!! I'm listening to Jim Reeves now, thinking of you. Thinking of your mom ironing your clothes, missing your dad. ((((((hugs)))))))
Aqua, got your letter. :) xoxoxo <-----those are for Daisy and Mr. Aqua.
Tiggy, I got your wonderful, wonderful Christmas letter. You are incredibly talented. It brought me so much joy. Little Tiggy is built just like her dad, but she looks like you. Beautiful!
Radiohead, good to hear from you. A ((((hug)))) to keep you warm in frigid CO.
God bless you all. Hooches and smugs. I'll try to get back soon.
1 cup of water
1 tsp baking soda
1 cup of sugar
1 tsp salt
1 cup of brown sugar
1 T. lemon juice
4 large eggs
1 cup nuts
2 cups of dried fruit
1 bottle Jose Cuervo Tequilla
Sample the Cuervo to check quality. Take a large bowl, check the Cuervo again, to be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink.
Turn on the electric mixer...Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl.
Add one teaspoon of sugar...Beat again. At this point it's best to make sure the Cuervo is still OK, try another cup ... just in case.
Turn off the mixerer thingy. Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit, Pick the frigging fruit off floor... Mix on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers just pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample the Cuervo to check for tonsisticity.
Next, sift two cups of salt, or something. Check the Jose Cuervo. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find. Greash the oven.
Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. Don't forget to beat off the turner. Finally, throw the bowl through the window, finish the Cose Juervo and make sure to put the stove in the dishwasher.
CHERRY MISTMAS