So my bigsis Jayha Leigh passed this along. IF your seeing this
and you know anyone who needs some xtra infor for school
Please pass this info along. We want to reach and help anyone we
can!!!!!
Thank you for your interest in our Master of Arts (MA) in Management and Corporate Fellowship.
In order to be eligible for admission to the MA program, an applicant should: 1) be a recent college graduate with no more than 12 months of work experience (up to 18 months of work experience will be considered on a case by case basis), and 2) have majored in a liberal art or science (business and business-related majors are not eligible). Applicants are not required to have taken the GMAT or GRE before they apply, but must do so and report their scores no later than April 1 in order to be considered for the Corporate Fellowship.
The Corporate Fellowship, for qualified diverse students, covers the full cost of tuition and provides a $21,000 living stipend.
The application for admission can be completed online at www.mba.wfu.edu. There is not a separate application for the Corporate Fellowship; applicants to the MA program will automatically be considered.
Additional information, along with contact information, can be found in the attached brochures. Information on our other programs, including the MBA for applicants with at least two years of work experience, can also be found on our website.
Take care, Derrick
Derrick S. Boone, Ph.D.
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1834 Wake Forest Drive
Room 3139 Worrell Professional Center
Winston-Salem, NC 27109-8758
336.758.4475 (W) 336.758.4514 (Fax)
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Some state schools (such as Michigan State, Indiana, and UNC-Chapel Hill) offer similar programs for low-income students from within their respective states.
http://colleges.collegetoolkit.com/blog/Scholarship_Advice/2007/10/amherst-joins-princeton-on-list-of-no.aspx
We can do no great things, only small things with great love.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Humpday --Becca
HELLO ALL MY WONDERFUL FRIENDS!! SORRY ABOUT LAST WEEK, BUT I'M BACK THIS WEEK READY TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED TO GET THROUGH ANOTHER HUMPDAY! THIS WEEK I DECIDED TO CONNECT WITH OUR FRIENDS AT COSMO.COM. THEY HAVE GIVEN ME ALL THE INFORMATION I NEED TO GIVE YOU A WONDERFUL HUMPDAY PICK ME UP!
YOUR GUY SHOULD HAVE HIS BACK FACING SOMETHING STURDY. HE THEN PICKS YOU UP WITH YOUR THIGHS RESTING ON HIS ARMS AND HIS HANDS HAVE ACCESS TO GET A GOOD GRIP ON YOUR BACKSIDE(A GOOD SQUEEZE NEVER HURT ANYBODY). PLACE YOUR ARMS AROUND HIS NECK, AND STEADY YOURSELF BY PLACING YOUR FEET ON THE STURDY SURFACE BEHIND YOUR GUY.(THE HEIGHT OF THE SURFACE DEPENDS ON YOUR FLEXIBILITY AND WHETHER YOUR GUY NEEDS THAT SURFACE TO HELP HIM BRACE.) THE POSITION ALLOWS YOU TO BOUNCE UP AND DOWN ON HIS PENIS AND HE HELPS BECAUSE HIS ARMS ARE UNDER YOUR THIGHS. THIS ALLOWS FOR YOU TO SET THE PACE, BUT NOT HAVE COMPLETE RESPONSIBILITY IN KEEPING IT UP! THE POSITION ALSO ALLOWS FOR ALL THE RIGHT SPOTS TO HIT EACH OTHER WHICH CAUSES YOU TO HAVE A BETTER AND STRONGER ORGASM!(SUPER HAPPY BONUS!!)
HERE IS THE LINK TO OUR FRIENDS AT COSMO.COM: http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/positions/pleasure-pick-me-up
BEFORE I GO I HAD TO GIVE EXAMPLES OF WHO THIS POSITION WORKS BEST WITH...THERE'S HIM AND OH HE WILL MOST DEFINITELY DO WELL, AND YOU CAN'T FORGET ABOUT THIS GUY!!
AND I THINK PATRICK AND ALL OUR OTHER MALE FRIENDS WOULD LOVE TO HELP THESE LOVELY LADIES WITH THE PICK ME UP AND ANY OTHER UPS THEY NEED AS WELL! LOL!
WELL FOLKS I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS WEEK'S HUMPDAY!! UNTIL NEXT TIME... STAY CLASSY SAN DIEGO! LOL!!
REBECCA :)
YOUR GUY SHOULD HAVE HIS BACK FACING SOMETHING STURDY. HE THEN PICKS YOU UP WITH YOUR THIGHS RESTING ON HIS ARMS AND HIS HANDS HAVE ACCESS TO GET A GOOD GRIP ON YOUR BACKSIDE(A GOOD SQUEEZE NEVER HURT ANYBODY). PLACE YOUR ARMS AROUND HIS NECK, AND STEADY YOURSELF BY PLACING YOUR FEET ON THE STURDY SURFACE BEHIND YOUR GUY.(THE HEIGHT OF THE SURFACE DEPENDS ON YOUR FLEXIBILITY AND WHETHER YOUR GUY NEEDS THAT SURFACE TO HELP HIM BRACE.) THE POSITION ALLOWS YOU TO BOUNCE UP AND DOWN ON HIS PENIS AND HE HELPS BECAUSE HIS ARMS ARE UNDER YOUR THIGHS. THIS ALLOWS FOR YOU TO SET THE PACE, BUT NOT HAVE COMPLETE RESPONSIBILITY IN KEEPING IT UP! THE POSITION ALSO ALLOWS FOR ALL THE RIGHT SPOTS TO HIT EACH OTHER WHICH CAUSES YOU TO HAVE A BETTER AND STRONGER ORGASM!(SUPER HAPPY BONUS!!)
HERE IS THE LINK TO OUR FRIENDS AT COSMO.COM: http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/positions/pleasure-pick-me-up
BEFORE I GO I HAD TO GIVE EXAMPLES OF WHO THIS POSITION WORKS BEST WITH...THERE'S HIM AND OH HE WILL MOST DEFINITELY DO WELL, AND YOU CAN'T FORGET ABOUT THIS GUY!!
AND I THINK PATRICK AND ALL OUR OTHER MALE FRIENDS WOULD LOVE TO HELP THESE LOVELY LADIES WITH THE PICK ME UP AND ANY OTHER UPS THEY NEED AS WELL! LOL!
WELL FOLKS I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS WEEK'S HUMPDAY!! UNTIL NEXT TIME... STAY CLASSY SAN DIEGO! LOL!!
REBECCA :)
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Meet Sable St.James...she's closing doors and cleaning out her closet"
Dréa Riley Presents
Closing Doors: A Series of New Beginnings
Sable’s Standards
By Dréa Riley
The End
I’ll bet you saw those words up there and wondered, “what the hell, I just opened this book. How is it the end already?”
I know, the end comes at the end and the middle comes before that. And before that we have the beginning. But sometimes the end isn’t always the end. Sometimes it’s the beginning. The very first step in the journey of a thousdand miles, or two blocks.
I mean weren’t you excited about the end. Seriously, you saw the book. Saw the cover and thought, “boy I wonder what happens to them in the end.” It’s why we read books and watch movies. The middle is fun and dandy, we get to know all about a character and what they do. Who their friends and family are? We watch them grow and change and cheer them on boo their antagonists. But, if we are unsatisfied with the ending, well now, that’s a whole new beast isn’t it. We don’t want the character to be left hanging. All issues need to be resolved by the last period of the last paragraph and make it a happily ever after please, and thank you.
That’s how we all like for the end to—well end. By now you’re probably confused and really questioning some things so I will just go ahead and tell you, there is a happy ending. Take it on faith. Or Take my word. Or skip to the last page. I wouldn’t lie to you. Who am I, you ask? Ahh, there it is, the question I’ve been waiting for. I am Sable Louise St. James. And I know there is a happy ending, because this is my story. This is how my ending became a happy beginning.
The History leason.
Sable Louise St. James was the middle daughter of Winston and Jeanavier St. James. Her sisters are JeanMarie and Diamond consecutively. Don’t let the names fool you. There is no blue blood running through the family tree though if you let her mama tell it, they were related to the Queen. No one rightly knew which Queen that was, no one had ever been brave enough to question Mama St. James to her face. Her word was law. For all her put upon airs, she could be right nasty if you crossed her.
Winston worked the majority of his life in a beef plant. Nightshift. He didn’t pay too much attention to either of the girls as they grew up. Never said much about the differences his wife made between them. Oh he pampered JeanMarie and Diamond more than Sable, but that’s because they were his. They favored mama with their light skin and good hair. Sable took after her daddy, her biological father that is.
He must have been a dark man. Sable always thought that because all her mamas family was real light complexioned. Mama took a great deal of pride in that. And Daddy--well, Winston's family was mostly Native American, so paper bag brown ran long and deep through them.
Sable’s sperm donor, well he had to be dark because she was dark. She had smooth almond colored skin that gets a little blotchy when the weather changes and what the beauticians call “ethinic hair”. Now to hear her sisters tell it, her hair alternated between being a cotton ball and a brill-o pad, but either way it was coarse and short and lacking any shine to it. Her nose was wide and flat and her lips were big enough to fit her face. There was nothing remarkable about her eyes. They were black and evenly situated on either side of her round face. Her brows were full and dark and her short lashes curled thickly into themselves. She’d likely never win any beauty contests but she didn’t scare small children on site either.
At 5’5 Sable was little on the short side and lord knows what kind of obese category the doctors would put her in. She often thought she could get away with claiming to be curvy, or voluptuous or any of those other sexy sounding adjectives, but Sable was the kind of girl to call a spade a spade. She was fat. With an F not a PH or any fun acronym to follow it. Sure, it bothered her, but not enough for her to rush out and join a gym. And since she wasn’t really in the market for a man, well, she guess that statement said it all. Sable wasn’t catching anything but a cold. Her girlfriends would say she was not catching because she didn’t take pride in herself. All the extra weight is not helping her cause. Though, mostly they told her to just get out there. Dress up a little. Smile more often. Sable was not a smiler. That’s not saying she walked around frowning all the time, but she just didn’t smile.
If she were being witty she’d say something back like “I am not fat, I am pleasantly, plump” or “this is just cushion for the pushin’, real men love curves.” She often had a come back to any suggestion about her love life or lack their of. She loved her friends and hated that the worried over her, but Sable was used to being in the back ground. And at nearly thirty years old, she wasn’t sure that the spot light was for her.
No, Sable didn’t want to be the center of attention. What she did want however was to be carefree. She wanted to enjoy life, not just exist.
Looking into the mirror, she tipped her head this way and that. Squinting, then opening her eye’s wide. She took inventory of all her features. Noted that if she sucked her tummy in just a bit and pulled her shoulder back she kinda had what could maybe someday be considered a shape.
Sighing deeply and gasping for air. She mentally chastised herself. “Yeah, since round is a shape you qualify. Stop playing, you ain’t starting no exercising and will switch doctors in a heartbeat if they tell you to stop eating fried foods.”
“I know that’s right” she spoke to herself, “but it would be nice to …” she let the sentence fall short. Sable had stopped wishing for life to be different when she was in junior high. Her mama was right. She was meant to be plane. Her sister’s were the smart, beautiful ones. She was just Sable. Simple and brown. Ten years ago the thought would have made Sable cry. She hadn’t cried since her mamma had finally died.
Standing at the foot of her mother’s death bed, she’d watched as her mama had held her sisters hand’s and spoke to them each. She’d told them how proud of them she was and how beautiful they were. She’d told them how much she’d always loved them. She’d had no words for Sable. Sable, who’d given up her education to come home and care for her ailing mother. Sable who’d worked two jobs to pay for the medicine that she’d needed, because Winston had left them for his mistress years and years before. No comfort for Sable, forged letters from her sisters when the refused to come home to even visit the deathly woman. Sable, who had been the one to feed and bathe her when she couldn’t do so on her own. NO, Jeanavier, had left this world with a sneer on her face and a look of distaste in her eyes. She’d never a day in her life shown Sable any love, and even in death, she stayed true to her form.
Shaking off the cobwebs of memory, Sable artfully tied a silk scarf in her hair and grabbed her car keys. Memories almost always did two things for Sable. Made her sad and late for work. She hurried from her tiny bedroom grabbing a demin jacket along the way. It didn’t take her long to exit and lock her tiny apartment. Moments after that, she was in her tiny used compact and heady for her job. At least at work she could listen to the happenings of her co-workers and friends lives and for a few moments not dwell on hers.
Closing Doors: A Series of New Beginnings
Sable’s Standards
By Dréa Riley
The End
I’ll bet you saw those words up there and wondered, “what the hell, I just opened this book. How is it the end already?”
I know, the end comes at the end and the middle comes before that. And before that we have the beginning. But sometimes the end isn’t always the end. Sometimes it’s the beginning. The very first step in the journey of a thousdand miles, or two blocks.
I mean weren’t you excited about the end. Seriously, you saw the book. Saw the cover and thought, “boy I wonder what happens to them in the end.” It’s why we read books and watch movies. The middle is fun and dandy, we get to know all about a character and what they do. Who their friends and family are? We watch them grow and change and cheer them on boo their antagonists. But, if we are unsatisfied with the ending, well now, that’s a whole new beast isn’t it. We don’t want the character to be left hanging. All issues need to be resolved by the last period of the last paragraph and make it a happily ever after please, and thank you.
That’s how we all like for the end to—well end. By now you’re probably confused and really questioning some things so I will just go ahead and tell you, there is a happy ending. Take it on faith. Or Take my word. Or skip to the last page. I wouldn’t lie to you. Who am I, you ask? Ahh, there it is, the question I’ve been waiting for. I am Sable Louise St. James. And I know there is a happy ending, because this is my story. This is how my ending became a happy beginning.
The History leason.
Sable Louise St. James was the middle daughter of Winston and Jeanavier St. James. Her sisters are JeanMarie and Diamond consecutively. Don’t let the names fool you. There is no blue blood running through the family tree though if you let her mama tell it, they were related to the Queen. No one rightly knew which Queen that was, no one had ever been brave enough to question Mama St. James to her face. Her word was law. For all her put upon airs, she could be right nasty if you crossed her.
Winston worked the majority of his life in a beef plant. Nightshift. He didn’t pay too much attention to either of the girls as they grew up. Never said much about the differences his wife made between them. Oh he pampered JeanMarie and Diamond more than Sable, but that’s because they were his. They favored mama with their light skin and good hair. Sable took after her daddy, her biological father that is.
He must have been a dark man. Sable always thought that because all her mamas family was real light complexioned. Mama took a great deal of pride in that. And Daddy--well, Winston's family was mostly Native American, so paper bag brown ran long and deep through them.
Sable’s sperm donor, well he had to be dark because she was dark. She had smooth almond colored skin that gets a little blotchy when the weather changes and what the beauticians call “ethinic hair”. Now to hear her sisters tell it, her hair alternated between being a cotton ball and a brill-o pad, but either way it was coarse and short and lacking any shine to it. Her nose was wide and flat and her lips were big enough to fit her face. There was nothing remarkable about her eyes. They were black and evenly situated on either side of her round face. Her brows were full and dark and her short lashes curled thickly into themselves. She’d likely never win any beauty contests but she didn’t scare small children on site either.
At 5’5 Sable was little on the short side and lord knows what kind of obese category the doctors would put her in. She often thought she could get away with claiming to be curvy, or voluptuous or any of those other sexy sounding adjectives, but Sable was the kind of girl to call a spade a spade. She was fat. With an F not a PH or any fun acronym to follow it. Sure, it bothered her, but not enough for her to rush out and join a gym. And since she wasn’t really in the market for a man, well, she guess that statement said it all. Sable wasn’t catching anything but a cold. Her girlfriends would say she was not catching because she didn’t take pride in herself. All the extra weight is not helping her cause. Though, mostly they told her to just get out there. Dress up a little. Smile more often. Sable was not a smiler. That’s not saying she walked around frowning all the time, but she just didn’t smile.
If she were being witty she’d say something back like “I am not fat, I am pleasantly, plump” or “this is just cushion for the pushin’, real men love curves.” She often had a come back to any suggestion about her love life or lack their of. She loved her friends and hated that the worried over her, but Sable was used to being in the back ground. And at nearly thirty years old, she wasn’t sure that the spot light was for her.
No, Sable didn’t want to be the center of attention. What she did want however was to be carefree. She wanted to enjoy life, not just exist.
Looking into the mirror, she tipped her head this way and that. Squinting, then opening her eye’s wide. She took inventory of all her features. Noted that if she sucked her tummy in just a bit and pulled her shoulder back she kinda had what could maybe someday be considered a shape.
Sighing deeply and gasping for air. She mentally chastised herself. “Yeah, since round is a shape you qualify. Stop playing, you ain’t starting no exercising and will switch doctors in a heartbeat if they tell you to stop eating fried foods.”
“I know that’s right” she spoke to herself, “but it would be nice to …” she let the sentence fall short. Sable had stopped wishing for life to be different when she was in junior high. Her mama was right. She was meant to be plane. Her sister’s were the smart, beautiful ones. She was just Sable. Simple and brown. Ten years ago the thought would have made Sable cry. She hadn’t cried since her mamma had finally died.
Standing at the foot of her mother’s death bed, she’d watched as her mama had held her sisters hand’s and spoke to them each. She’d told them how proud of them she was and how beautiful they were. She’d told them how much she’d always loved them. She’d had no words for Sable. Sable, who’d given up her education to come home and care for her ailing mother. Sable who’d worked two jobs to pay for the medicine that she’d needed, because Winston had left them for his mistress years and years before. No comfort for Sable, forged letters from her sisters when the refused to come home to even visit the deathly woman. Sable, who had been the one to feed and bathe her when she couldn’t do so on her own. NO, Jeanavier, had left this world with a sneer on her face and a look of distaste in her eyes. She’d never a day in her life shown Sable any love, and even in death, she stayed true to her form.
Shaking off the cobwebs of memory, Sable artfully tied a silk scarf in her hair and grabbed her car keys. Memories almost always did two things for Sable. Made her sad and late for work. She hurried from her tiny bedroom grabbing a demin jacket along the way. It didn’t take her long to exit and lock her tiny apartment. Moments after that, she was in her tiny used compact and heady for her job. At least at work she could listen to the happenings of her co-workers and friends lives and for a few moments not dwell on hers.
TASTEY TUESDAY ...BY ALLEY CAT
So Alley is stuck working you know its that time of year..MARCH MADNESS AND ALL
Well lookie lookie......
Yeah I know they are Australian Footballers and......, so what?!
Patrick can have the basketball ladies....
Yeah I know they are Australian Footballers and......, so what?!
Patrick can have the basketball ladies....
I will not gawk at some teenagers..., I might want to see a fastbreak, dippin and dodging and a buzzer beater....., but when that moment has passed I would rather look at grown men for my snacky snack while others are indulging in the NCAA Basketball Tournament that starts this Thursday...
I could give you some fine dining tips but why bother... so here's how it's gonna go down.
Folks are either watching basketball or watching folks watch basketball...so just grin and bare it. If that is an impossibility then you should check out the newest releases http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=1374620
Shara and RaeLynn came out of left field with this tasty lil bite
(HEY THIS IS DREA...SO THIS WAS A NICE TUESDAY YES? oh Yes this is nice this is so nice also if you can hope over to shara's place and check out the clit/cock teaser...BRITTS PROCECTOR...as the Offical BRAT...let me tell you that it is smokin'!!!!!!)
OH and if your hungry and don't want to break from reading
http://www.papajohns.com/index.shtm
http://www.pizzahut.com/?gclid=COiayuipqZkCFSIgDQodzwzwqQ
http://www.dominos.com/home/index.jsp
Place your order online, pay with your debit card, set the order to be delivered when you want it....(THIS IS DREA AGAIN OH YEAH i lOVE ONLINE ORDERING PAPA JOHN's KNOWS ME BY NAME I GET A DISCOUNT)....
I could give you some fine dining tips but why bother... so here's how it's gonna go down.
Folks are either watching basketball or watching folks watch basketball...so just grin and bare it. If that is an impossibility then you should check out the newest releases http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=1374620
Shara and RaeLynn came out of left field with this tasty lil bite
(HEY THIS IS DREA...SO THIS WAS A NICE TUESDAY YES? oh Yes this is nice this is so nice also if you can hope over to shara's place and check out the clit/cock teaser...BRITTS PROCECTOR...as the Offical BRAT...let me tell you that it is smokin'!!!!!!)
OH and if your hungry and don't want to break from reading
http://www.papajohns.com/index.shtm
http://www.pizzahut.com/?gclid=COiayuipqZkCFSIgDQodzwzwqQ
http://www.dominos.com/home/index.jsp
Place your order online, pay with your debit card, set the order to be delivered when you want it....(THIS IS DREA AGAIN OH YEAH i lOVE ONLINE ORDERING PAPA JOHN's KNOWS ME BY NAME I GET A DISCOUNT)....
BOY I'd say this edition of tastey tuesday hit NOTHING BUT NET BABY
Monday, March 16, 2009
tastey tuesday march 10th
Tastey Tuesday
Hello All, I am not really feeling well today so, let's keep it brief...., in fact let me add on to Stephanie's Man-Day and give you some eye-gasms and drop a Von-tastic "CLEARLY"..., cause we are having a scrumptious moment..,
Now that you have been titillated with all kinds of skintacular goodness how about we try a recipe with some other meat!!!!Stuffed Pork Chops
INGREDIENTS
2 tablespoons chopped celery
2 tablespoons chopped onion
2 tablespoons butter or margarine, divided
1/2 cup seasoned stuffing croutons
3 tablespoons milk
1 teaspoon minced fresh parsley
1/4 teaspoon paprika
1/8 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon pepper
2 (1-inch thick) boneless pork loin chops
3/4 cup beef broth
1 tablespoon cornstarch
2 tablespoons cold water
DIRECTIONS
In a skillet, saute celery and onion in 1 tablespoon butter until tender. Transfer to a bowl. Add croutons, milk, parsley, paprika, salt and pepper. Cut a pocket in each pork chop; fill with stuffing.
In a skillet, brown chops in remaining butter. Transfer to a greased 9-in. square baking dish. pour broth into dish. Cover and bake at 350 degrees F for 30-35 minute or until a meat thermometer reads 160 degrees F. Remove chops and keep warm.
Pour the pan drippings into a saucepan; bring to a boil. Combine cornstarch and water until smooth; gradually stir into drippings. Cook and stir for 2 minutes or until thickened. Serve with the pork chops.
INGREDIENTS
2 tablespoons chopped celery
2 tablespoons chopped onion
2 tablespoons butter or margarine, divided
1/2 cup seasoned stuffing croutons
3 tablespoons milk
1 teaspoon minced fresh parsley
1/4 teaspoon paprika
1/8 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon pepper
2 (1-inch thick) boneless pork loin chops
3/4 cup beef broth
1 tablespoon cornstarch
2 tablespoons cold water
DIRECTIONS
In a skillet, saute celery and onion in 1 tablespoon butter until tender. Transfer to a bowl. Add croutons, milk, parsley, paprika, salt and pepper. Cut a pocket in each pork chop; fill with stuffing.
In a skillet, brown chops in remaining butter. Transfer to a greased 9-in. square baking dish. pour broth into dish. Cover and bake at 350 degrees F for 30-35 minute or until a meat thermometer reads 160 degrees F. Remove chops and keep warm.
Pour the pan drippings into a saucepan; bring to a boil. Combine cornstarch and water until smooth; gradually stir into drippings. Cook and stir for 2 minutes or until thickened. Serve with the pork chops.
tastey tuesday, March 3
Tastey Tuesday
Well Hello All,
I am presently snowed in, all I have is cloudy overcast and a white coating over all that I survey....,
It is Tastey Tuesday..., my question for y'all is..., what would make all that white tastey?
Well there is all this (back see the above picture), and a crack of , and a little of , or even a side of
But for those looking for something that might be sweet with a cruchy coating served with whipped cream, honey, cinnamon, chocolate, butterscotch, caramel and maybe some cherries....,
How about a dish of.....
Fried Ice Cream
INGREDIENTS
1 quart vanilla ice cream
3 cups crushed cornflakes cereal (plain or honey & nut or even part vanilla wafers)
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
3 egg whites (or corn syrup)
2 quarts oil for frying
DIRECTIONS
Scoop ice cream into 8 - 1/2 cup sized balls. Place on baking sheet and freeze until firm (over night).
In a shallow dish, combine cornflakes and cinnamon. In another dish, beat egg whites until foamy. Roll ice cream balls in egg whites (or corn syrup), then in cornflakes, covering ice cream completely. Repeat if necessary. Freeze again until firm, 3 hours.
In deep fryer or large, heavy saucepan, heat oil to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C).
Using a basket or slotted spoon, fry ice cream balls 1 or 2 at a time, for 10 to 15 seconds, until golden. Drain quickly on paper towels and serve immediately. Top it all will Carmel, Honey, Chocolate, Butterscotch, Whipped Cream and don't forget the Cherries.
Man-Day Monday by Stephie
Hello All:
Today's Man~Day is extremely late I know...but a sistah been trying to get her hussle on and find a J-O-B ya heard!
I hope you enjoy what I bring to you today and have a pleasant week....
Quote for this Man~Day Monday: ~ Sex is more than an act of pleasure, its' the ability to be able to feel so close to a person, so connected, so comfortable that it's almost breathtaking to the point you feel you can’t take it. And at this moment you're a part of them. ~ by Unknown
Today's Man~Day is extremely late I know...but a sistah been trying to get her hussle on and find a J-O-B ya heard!
I hope you enjoy what I bring to you today and have a pleasant week....
Quote for this Man~Day Monday: ~ Sex is more than an act of pleasure, its' the ability to be able to feel so close to a person, so connected, so comfortable that it's almost breathtaking to the point you feel you can’t take it. And at this moment you're a part of them. ~ by Unknown
Monday, March 9, 2009
Man-Day Monday by Stephie
How are all my peeps doing today on this beautiful morning?
Let's see what do I have for you all today? Again I am going to try and not talk you to death today and just give you the goods. I am not sure as to what goods but i hope you like them none the less so with that being said here goes nothing....
Enjoy your Day and the rest of the Week!
And here goes for the fellas!
Have a Great Week!!!
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