Pass It On Plates

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• 0803004 - ...it was chocolate...
• 0804008 - Congrats!
• 0804004 - Happy Birthday
• 0803061 - You are my Sunshine
• 0803060 - pass it on...pass it on...pass it on
• 0803059 - pass it on...
• 0803057 - Happy Birthday
• 0803044 - pass it on...
• 0803024 - Happy Friday

0803004 - ...it was chocolate... Posted: 11 Jan 2011 10:55 AM PST This is a Pass It On Plate. It travels from friend to friend, carrying treats and telling a story as it travels. Click "comments" below to read a special message left for you. When you're ready to pass the plate on to another friend, load it up with treats, leave a message for your friend in this plate diary, and pass it on again. Keep it moving - this plate is part of our Plate It Forward™ program.

0804008 - Congrats! Posted: 11 Jan 2011 10:55 AM PST This is a Pass It On Plate. It travels from friend to friend, carrying treats and telling a story as it travels. Click "comments" below to read a special message left for you. When you're ready to pass the plate on to another friend, load it up with treats, leave a message for your friend in this plate diary, and pass it on again. Keep it moving - this plate is part of our Plate It Forward™ program.

0804004 - Happy Birthday Posted: 11 Jan 2011 10:55 AM PST This is a Pass It On Plate. It travels from friend to friend, carrying treats and telling a story as it travels. Click "comments" below to read a special message left for you. When you're ready to pass the plate on to another friend, load it up with treats, leave a message for your friend in this plate diary, and pass it on again. Keep it moving - this plate is part of our Plate It Forward™ program.

0803061 - You are my Sunshine Posted: 11 Jan 2011 10:55 AM PST This is a Pass It On Plate. It travels from friend to friend, carrying treats and telling a story as it travels. Click "comments" below to read a special message left for you. When you're ready to pass the plate on to another friend, load it up with treats, leave a message for your friend in this plate diary, and pass it on again. Keep it moving - this plate is part of our Plate It Forward™ program.

0803060 - pass it on...pass it on...pass it on Posted: 11 Jan 2011 10:55 AM PST This is a Pass It On Plate. It travels from friend to friend, carrying treats and telling a story as it travels. Click "comments" below to read a special message left for you. When you're ready to pass the plate on to another friend, load it up with treats, leave a message for your friend in this plate diary, and pass it on again. Keep it moving - this plate is part of our Plate It Forward™ program.

0803059 - pass it on... Posted: 11 Jan 2011 10:55 AM PST This is a Pass It On Plate. It travels from friend to friend, carrying treats and telling a story as it travels. Click "comments" below to read a special message left for you. When you're ready to pass the plate on to another friend, load it up with treats, leave a message for your friend in this plate diary, and pass it on again. Keep it moving - this plate is part of our Plate It Forward™ program.

0803057 - Happy Birthday Posted: 11 Jan 2011 10:55 AM PST This is a Pass It On Plate. It travels from friend to friend, carrying treats and telling a story as it travels. Click "comments" below to read a special message left for you. When you're ready to pass the plate on to another friend, load it up with treats, leave a message for your friend in this plate diary, and pass it on again. Keep it moving - this plate is part of our Plate It Forward™ program.

0803044 - pass it on... Posted: 11 Jan 2011 10:55 AM PST This is a Pass It On Plate. It travels from friend to friend, carrying treats and telling a story as it travels. Click "comments" below to read a special message left for you. When you're ready to pass the plate on to another friend, load it up with treats, leave a message for your friend in this plate diary, and pass it on again. Keep it moving - this plate is part of our Plate It Forward™ program.

0803024 - Happy Friday Posted: 11 Jan 2011 10:55 AM PST This is a Pass It On Plate. It travels from friend to friend, carrying treats and telling a story as it travels. Click "comments" below to read a special message left for you. When you're ready to pass the plate on to another friend, load it up with treats, leave a message for your friend in this plate diary, and pass it on again. Keep it moving - this plate is part of our Plate It Forward™ program.

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27 links to help you with your product launch Posted: 03 Jan 2011 08:00 AM PST Are you introducing a new product line, new feature to your existing products, or going for the mother of all new things: starting a new business? You may want to consider using a Product Launch to... Visit my blog for the full story ~

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The Adventures of Pam & Frank

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Merry Christmas everyone! Posted: 25 Dec 2010 06:26 AM PST Christmas Time, originally uploaded by andywon.

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O Lutefisk Posted: 24 Dec 2010 06:13 AM PST My mom sent me the lyrics to this old Christmas favorite. Her comment, above the lyrics were "Enjoy!" I'm not sure if she was referring to the lyrics or the subject matter... -Pam PS: Be sure to sing it out loud, off key, nearly drunk, and vit yer best Norveegan accent, ja der hey. ________________________________ Sung to the tune of O Tannunbaum Lutefisk... 0 Lutefisk... how fragrant your aroma 0 Lutefisk... 0 Lutefisk... You put me, in a coma You smell so strong... You look like glue You taste yust like an overshoe but Lutefisk ... come Saturday I tink I'll eat you anyway. Lutefisk ... 0 Lutefisk ... I put you by the doorway I vanted you to ripen up ... yust like dey do in Norway A dog came by and sprinkled you ... I hit him vit an army shoe 0 Lutefisk ... now I suppose I'll eat you as I hold my nose. Lutefisk ... 0 Lutefisk ... how well I do remember On Christmas Eve how we'd receive ... our big treat of December It vasn't turkey or fried ham ... it vasn't even pickled spam My mudder knew dere vas no risk ... In serving buttered lutefisk. Lutefisk ... 0 Lutefisk ... now everyone discovers Dat Lutefisk and lefse makes-Norweigians better lovers Now all da vorld can have a ball ... you're better dan dat Yeritol 0 Lutefisk ... vit brennevin You make me feel like Errol Flynn.

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Holiday Eating Tips Posted: 23 Dec 2010 12:14 PM PST 1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls. 2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. Like fine single-malt scotch, it's rare. In fact, it's even rarer than single-malt scotch. You can't find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-aholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas! 3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat. 4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission. 5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello? 6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog. 7. If you come across something really good at a Buffet Table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again. 8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or, if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day? 9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards. 10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Reread tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner. Remember this motto to live by: "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in hand, yelling: "WOO HOO what a ride!"

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MOM'S Christmas list Posted: 22 Dec 2010 01:07 PM PST Dear Santa, I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years. Here are my Christmas wishes: I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze, but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music, a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals, and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone. On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools. I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog. If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container. If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family. Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is calling and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet. Yours Always, MOM... P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.

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A very PC Merry Christmas Posted: 21 Dec 2010 10:05 AM PST 'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck... How to live in a world that's politically correct? His workers no longer would answer to "Elves," "Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves. And labor conditions at the North Pole Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul. Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety, Released to the wilds by the Humane Society. And Equal Employment had made it quite clear That Santa had better not use just reindeer. So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid, Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid! The runners had been removed from his sleigh; The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A. And people had started to call for the cops When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops. Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened. His fur-trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened." And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows, Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation, Demanding millions in over-due compensation. So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife, Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life, Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz, Demanding from now on her title was Ms. And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion That making a choice could cause so much commotion. Nothing of leather, nothing of fur, Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her. Nothing that might be construed to pollute. Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot. Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise. Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys. Nothing that claimed to be gender specific. Nothing that's warlike or non-pacific. No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth. Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth. And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden, Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden. For they raised the hackles of those psychological Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological. No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt; Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt. Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passay And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away. So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed; He just could not figure out what to do next. He tried to be merry, tried to be gay, But you've got to be careful with that word today. His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground; Nothing fully acceptable was to be found. Something special was needed, a gift that he might Give to all without angering the left or the right. A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision, Each group of people, every religion, Every ethnicity, every hue, Everyone everywhere---even you. So here is that gift, its price beyond worth... "May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."

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