Love sunday afternoons

• Does your family still do the early Sunday dinner w/family? - Who does the hostessing? nm No dinners here.
  • Wish we had family to do that with. Have kids, but DH and I - are only children. Sad.
  • We do the Sunday dinner thing every night. We have 3 young boys sm - Me
  • Love sunday afternoons - MTT
    • That sounds so nice. With teenagers we seem to always be busy - trose
      • Wednesday works - cat
  • Sunday dinner - cat
    • That's great! Everyone should learn to cook & learn - about what nourishes our bodies and souls! :) NM
  • We did this for years, though now slowing down some - sm

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Well, yeah....The boys (23 and 25) come over on Sunday afternoon before they go work to check up on us old folks and eat up our food.  They'll come in and help with prep first.  We get a lotta laughs in the kitchen.

They've been cooking since about the age of  5 and 7...I didn't have girls and they wanted to be part of the process... sous chefs (cut this, peel that, okay this is how you sautee) ....worked for me and they'll never starve wating for someone else to cook.   Cat                   

I need some great ideas to ask guests to bring - Husband and I are providing the main meal but I'm asking some friends and relatives to bring "side" items.  The main dish will be chili dogs. I asked friend to bring a few bags of chips.  Anything else interesting a few people can bring to accompany? Not everyone is bringing something. We do this every year, have hay rides, and it lasts all day. We play games and give out prizes. It's a blast.  A lot of people from our church will be coming.  I'm really not the only one hosting it, but the other hosts need to know what to bring...I can't think of anything interesting besides drinks and chips!

I'm making my famous marshmallow witches again this year and another gal is bringing baby cany apples by scooping out a portion of an apple with a melon thingie and dipping those in caramel. I've never heard of them before but she said they were so cute!  What do you creative women think??I need to let my other hostesses know today some time.  thanks!!

the enjoyment of forwarding them to my friends for their listening pleasure.  MUSIC IS THE BEST MEDICINE, AND AS FAR AS I KNOW, NO ONE EVER COMPLAINS OF ADVERSE SIDE EFFECTS OR ALLERGIC REACTIONS.

said, "I told you we should buy me a new bike," and I looked up at him and his arm was all bloody and his left flank and hip were all bloody and grungy,  I shot off an e-mail to whoever was there on Sunday night and took him to the ER with a broken arm.  Bike was also unrepairable.  By the way, I offered to buy him a new bike not too many days prior to this incident and he said he didn't need one. 

I would only see him on Sundays, usually every other, and I would look for him when I was on my breaks or lunch. Our offices and breakroom were upstairs with large picture windows and you could see most of the store. If I would see him wandering the aisles I would run down and open my checkstand for him. He came through my line one time and we made small chit chat. I asked him about a current event that was going on in our state that was pretty big news and he knew nothing about it; he had been on a 2 week business trip and hadn't heard the news. He then told me he was going sturgeon fishing for a couple of days; I acted interested and the next time he came through my line he brought me some smoked sturgeon. I hate fish, but of course took it anyway, thanked him profusely, and gave it to a neighbor (and my cats!). From then on for about 2 months I would see him every other Sunday. I scoped out what he bought, and determined he wasn't married (you can tell a lot about a person by what they grocery shop for).

Then, one day when I got off work, I had to do some grocery shopping. I was talking to a customer of mine in the produce section when all of a sudden here comes Mr. Sunday, who happened to work with the customer I was chatting with. Mr. Sunday said hi to me, general chit chat, and our mutual friend said that Mr. Sunday was a great guy, we looked cute together, maybe he should ask me out. Awkward moment, much laughter, customer leaves. Mr. Sunday and I are standing by the magos (he loves them, I hate them), he picks one out, asks me if I like them, I say yes (have lied twice now about food), grab one and buy it. My teenage daughter asked me when I got home what I was going to do with it and I said I didn't know; the neighbor got the mango too.

Finally, after not seeing Mr. Sunday for 2 weeks, I was gettng ready to go home on a weekday when all of a sudden who should come in but him. We literally bumped into each other. He asked me if I got the messages he left at the store for me. I told him no. He then looked at my nametag and said, "No wonder you didn't get the message, I thought your nametag said Sandra." Not my name....Apparently he called and left 3 messages for Sandra. They told him no one by that name worked there, hence I never got the messages. He gave me his phone number, told me to call him when I was free for lunch, and the rest is history. I found out he only came in on Sunday because he lived rurally, came in to go to church, only had to shop every other week because he was single (actually newly divorced). He worked in town but did 12-hour shifts, so if he came into the store at all to shop I was already off work by the time he came in.

Ten years later, he has since learned that I hate fish and mangos and what my REAL name is. We have an absolutely wonderful marriage, he makes me laugh every day, and he is a wonderful man. All because of the grocery store.

Everyone is entitled to their opinion - just don't get it when someone says *i just don't like it* and we are talking about DANCING and HAVING FUN.  Perhaps you don't like Latino dancing - it was all about the Rumba and Samba last night.....

*sings* Hot, Hot, Hot!!   La Vida Loca (the crazy life)!!   

Who do you really love?  This is not meant to sound rude, but to make you think...if you felt like ending your life and acted upon it because you loved someone so deep but they did not feel the same way, do you think that ending your life is really going to make them love you anymore? No...now you mentioned your mom and family, would they hurt more if something happened to you?  I have entertained thses thoughts before and girl, he is not worth it.  The main ingredient in Love is YOU...you have to love yourself first.  My situation was different but you know, love is love.  We can not make another being love us.  We give them too much power. If he is gay, let that be him sinking in that ship alone.  What I mean by that is to give someone yourself is one of the most precious gifts, but knowing that they are giving to Tom, Thomas and Timothy is very demeaning to you.  No matter how much you want him to touch you, it is good that he isn't.  DISEASES, don't discriminate, nor does death.  Please my friend, listen to your inner feelings/thoughts and know that you will survive, but only if you believe.