Tasty recipe

Easy Crispy Chicken

1 pkt. SHAKE 'N BAKE Original Chicken Seasoned Coating Mix
1/3 cup KRAFT Shredded Parmesan Cheese
1/4 cup MIRACLE WHIP Dressing
2 Tbsp. milk

4 small boneless skinless chicken breast halves (1 lb.)

PREHEAT oven to 400°F. Combine coating mix and cheese in pie plate or shallow dish. Mix dressing and milk in separate pie plate or shallow dish.

DIP chicken in dressing mixture, then in coating mixture, turning each piece over to evenly coat both sides. Place on lightly greased baking sheet.

BAKE 20 to 25 min. or until chicken is cooked through (170°F).

I had a hard time keeping him still to take this shot.  

My precious baby, Duke. 

the entire group being silly, which never worked because they were to busy laughing. I imagine one of them was about to or had peed their pants. 

My father being goofy. It comes natural to him. 

My grandma showing off her movie star pose. I actually told them both to show me sexy, but neither one of them understood the concept. 

My grandfather showing off his muscles. 

My mom's movie star pose 

Merry Christmas!

Santa brought me a digital camera for Christmas. I had so much fun with it Sunday. My grandparents were here for the holiday so I made them and my parents pose in ridiculous poses for the"paparazzi" as they called it. I also took a lot of my precious puppy, Duke. Enjoy.

My New Car

Bugatti Veyron 16.4

Choices

LET IT REALLY SINK IN - THEN CHOOSE.
John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"
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 skill 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.

Christmas Poem

'Twas The Night Before Christmas,
He Lived All Alone,
In A One Bedroom House
Made Of Plaster And Stone.

I Had Come Down The Chimney
With Presents To Give,
And To See Just Who
In This Home Did Live.

I Looked All About,
A Strange Sight I Did See,
No Tinsel, No Presents,
Not Even A Tree.

No Stocking By Mantle,
Just Boots Filled With Sand,
On The Wall Hung Pictures
Of Far Distant Lands.
With Medals And Badges,
Awards Of All Kinds,
A Sober Thought
Came Through My Mind.
For This House Was Different,
It Was Dark And Dreary,
I Found The Home Of A Soldier,
Once I Could See Clearly.

The Soldier Lay Sleeping,
Silent, Alone,
Curled Up On The Floor
In This One Bedroom Home.

The Face Was So Gentle,
The Room In Such Disorder,
Not How I Pictured
A United States Soldier.

Was This The Hero
Of Whom I'd Just Read?
Curled Up On A Poncho,
The Floor For A Bed?

I Realized The Families
That I Saw This Night,
Owed Their Lives To These Soldiers
Who Were Willing To Fight.

Soon Round The World,
The Children Would Play,
And Grownups Would Celebrate
A Bright Christmas Day.

They All Enjoyed Freedom
Each Month of the Year,
Because Of the Soldiers,
Like the One Lying Here.

I Couldn't Help Wonder
How Many Lay Alone,
On A Cold Christmas Eve
In A Land Far From Home.
The Very Thought
Brought A Tear To My Eye,
I Dropped To My Knees
And Started To Cry.
The Soldier Awakened

And I Heard A Rough Voice,
"Santa Don't Cry,
This Life Is My Choice;
I Fight For Freedom,
I Don't Ask For More,
My Life Is My God,

MY Country, My Corps."
The Soldier Rolled Over
And Drifted To Sleep,
I Couldn't Control It,
I Continued To Weep.
I Kept Watch for Hours,
So Silent and Still
and We Both Shivered
From the Cold Night's Chill.
I Didn't Want To Leave
On That Cold, Dark, Night,
This Guardian Of Honor
So Willing To Fight.
Then The Soldier Rolled Over,
With A Voice Soft And Pure,
Whispered, "Carry On Santa,
It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."
One Look at My Watch,
And I Knew He Was Right.
"Merry Christmas My Friend,
and To All A Good Night."

A Marine stationed in Okinawa, Japan wrote this poem.

Paul Harvey on Prayer!

Paul Harvey says:
I don't believe in Santa Claus, but I'm not going to sue somebody for singing a Ho-Ho-Ho song in December. I don't agree with Darwin, but I didn't go out and hire a lawyer when my high school teacher taught his theory of evolution. Life, liberty or your pursuit of happiness will not beendangered because someone says a 30-second prayer before a football game.So what's the big deal? It's not like somebody is up there reading the entire book of Acts. They're just talking to a God they believe in and asking him to grant safety to the players on the field and the fans going home from the game. "But it's a Christian prayer," some will argue.Yes, and this is the United States of America, a country founded on Christian principles. According to our very own phone book, Christian churches outnumber all others better than 200-to-1. So what would you expect-somebody chanting Hare Krishna? If I went to a football game in Jerusalem,I would expect to hear a Jewish prayer.If I went to a soccer game in Baghdad,I would expect to hear a Muslim prayer.If I went to a ping pong match in China,I would expect to hear someone pray to Buddha.And I wouldn't be offended.It wouldn't bother me one bit.When in Rome..."But what about the atheists?" is another argument.What about them?Nobody is asking them to be baptized. We're not going to pass the collection plate. Just humor us for 30 seconds. If that's asking too much, bring a Walkman or a pair of ear plugs. Go to the bathroom. Visit the concession stand. Call your lawyer!Unfortunately, one or two will make that call. One ortwo will tell thousands what they can and cannot do.I don't think a short prayer at a football game isgoing to shake the world's foundations. Christians are just sick and tired of turning the other cheek ....while our courts strip us of all our rights. Ourparents and grandparents taught us to pray before eating, to pray before we go to sleep.Our Bible tells us to pray without ceasing. Now ahandful of people and their lawyers are telling us to cease praying.God, help us. And if that last sentence offends you,well ... just sue me. The silent majority has been silent too long. It's time we let that one or two who scream loud enough to be heard ... that the vast majority don't care what they want. It is time the majority rules! It's time we tell them, you don't have to pray; you don't have to say the pledge of allegiance; you don't have to believe in God or attend services that honor Him. That is your right, and we will honor your right. But by golly, you are no longer going to take our rights away. We are fighting back . and we WILL WIN!God bless us one and all .. especially those who denounce Him. God bless America, despite all her faults. She is still the greatest nation of all. God bless our service men who are fighting to protect our right to pray and worship God.May 2006 be the year the silent majority is heard and we put God back as the foundation of ourfamilies and institutions.Keep looking up. If you agree with this, please pass it on.If not ... delete and God bless you.

Brawny Man Paper Towels

Go to www.brawnyman.com, click on Offers & Promotions then click on Intimate
Escapes, and follow the directions. If you have dial-up it will take a
little while, but it's worth it. Me and my Mom went through these and couldnt stop laughing. There is no way that I could sit there straight faced and that guy talk to me that way.

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