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Notes from a Country Kitchen

Fri, Dec 21st, 2001
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Annabelle Kvam Monday, December 24, 2001

May the joy of your
Happiest Christmas
Be doubled this year and then
When you recall the memory
May it all be doubled again.
. . . . .
May we all have a meaningful Christmas, and I know September 11th has made us more aware of the true meaning of Christmas. In spite of all that has taken place in our country, the meaning of Christmas remains the same, here and all over the world. Here is wishing you all a Merry Christmas, and a prayer for all.
. . . . .
It was dusk, the moon was just showing over the horizon. The farm boy and the girl from town were leaning on the fence watching a cow and her calf rubbing noses. Gee, said the boy, I like to be doing that. Go ahead, smiled the girl, its your cow.
. . . . .
Neighbor: I hear you have a new baby brother a your house, how do you like him?

Little Judy: Ah, Hes okay, I guess, but theres a lot of things we needed more!
. . . . .
Swallow your pride occasionally - its not fattening.
. . . . .
Some people thing of the cup as half empty, some think of it as half full, I like to think of the cup as too big.
. . . . .
Doctors tell us that hating people can cause ulcers, heart attacks, headaches, skin rash and asthma. It doesnt make the people we hate feel too good either.
. . . . .
Talking is a lot like driving
Theres rules to which you adhere,
Like having your head
Running smoothly
When you put your mouth in gear.
. . . . .
Forget it - or just forgetful
A guy came home soaking wet. I forgot to take my umbrella, he told his wife. She asked, when did you miss it? He said, when I reached up to close it when the rain stopped.

A guy hated to write letters, but he finally wrote his four married children, went to mail them and dropped them down the incinerator chute instead of the letter chute.

An elderly executive got into bed and said, Lady what are you doing in my bed? Well, she said with enormous patience, I like the bed, I like the neighborhood, I like the house and I adore this room, besides buster . . . Im your wife
. . . . .
We hail you, lovely
Christmas flower
With scarlet petals bright
How gracefully you
Bear your name
The Flower of holy night!
But most of all in every church,
With chancel all aglow,
You thrill the hearts
Of worshippers
And wondrous beauty show,
You symbolize for all of us
The hope of Christmas Day,
You decorate our gifts of love
And brighten all our way.
. . . . .
~Until next week, Annabelle

Cookie Salad

2 cups buttermilk
2 (3 oz) pkg instant vanilla pudding
1 (8 oz) container cool whip
1 can mandarin oranges
1 large pkg Keebler fudge-stripe cookies

Combine buttermilk and pudding mix, beat until thick. Fold in cool whip. Add oranges. Just before serving, add crushed cookies. You may add one can of crushed pineapple.

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