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Give Away!!

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 16:13:00 +0000

Head over to Everyday Is A Holiday for more detials!

Whimsy by Victoria: Enchanted 2011 collection and giveaway...

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Fri, 07 Oct 2011 18:38:00 +0000

Last Chance!

Whimsy by Victoria: Enchanted 2011 collection and giveaway...

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Tue, 04 Oct 2011 15:44:00 +0000

Beautiful Worlds within Our World

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Sun, 02 Oct 2011 23:02:00 +0000

To glowing fireflies...

Oh the beauty of the blue waves caused by the red tide. They stir my spirit and make me think of God the creator. He quietly whispers "Somewhere in the darkness, is the glory of my Light."

From the Blue Waves of the Red Tide to the Northern Lights

To the glowing fireflies at night

Ok, I know those arent real fireflies but the song makes me almost as happy as the Blue waves of the Red Tide.

Hooking up with Smiling Sally for Blue Monday

Have a blessed week!

God's Chisel Remastered

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 22:00:00 +0000

I know we have all seen this but for that one person who hasn't, I continue to share one of my favorite videos by the skit guys.

I am linking up with Spiritual Sundays at Charlotte's Blog. Please visit all the other bloggers for a wonderful exerience.

Enchanted Whimsy by Victoria Giveaway!!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 03:02:00 +0000

Some of us have been a bloggin' for quite a spell and every once in a while one of our friends does something really, really wonderful! This moment belongs to Victoria @ Whimsy by Victoria. Look Look Look what she did!

Open publication - Free publishing - More classic

I am really so proud of her! View her online mag, visit her blogspot Whimsy By Victoria, tweet, twitter, facebook, blog, and spread the word for your chance to win $150.00 from her store. Oh my I just might faint.
Happy Saturday

Live, Love, Laugh, and Nunchucks

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 19:24:00 +0000

Hi!

I stepped outside to show you my pretty fall flowers that decided to bloom, whispering to me that Fall is really here. Seriously, I do not know where the Summer went!

I was snapping my shots when something big moved in the corner of my eye and I yelped a bit because Bambi bolted to the other side of the yard. I managed to grab one shot and then....the battery went dead. My heart beating with frustration as two more young bucks came walking out right from under my deck where I was standing and me with no camera. I could see the fuzz growing on their antlers. I could have jumped off the porch and right onto their backs for a nice ride in the country...If I wanted to.

They foraged around eating the Autumn berries from the trees and bushes, like my flowers, hinting to me that it was harvest time and regardless of what I want, I need to prepare for winter and holiday seasons.

You can't see, but I am frowning.

I stepped back inside to recharge the batteries and thought to share with you my thrifting find of the week; A Joseph's bag of many candles! Inside the bag were all of these ..

(Yes, I know my sign is broke and tattered. I have had it many a moons, given to me by my step mother. It reads "Faith is not believing that God can...It is knowing that He will.")

And all of these were in that bag of many candles too....

$4.99! I love a bargain!

I was happy to have SOMETHING to finally hang off of the hooks of this old coat rack. I had hung it months ago but lacked the imagination to find something to hang off of it. When I stepped back and looked at this wall, I thought it looked lonely and plain.

My son walked by and grabbed a string of candles and started doing some Ninja moves shouting "cool nunchucks Mom!" I was irritated as he wildly swung them around his shoulder blades and head.

"Those aren't nunchucks..stop" I barked.

"They aren't nunchucks?" He was really shocked.

"No bubba, they are candles" I said quietly.

My eyes then RE- noticed the sign:
"LIVE, LOVE, LAUGH"

Which made me laugh.

Which made him laugh.

Just as the wall prescribed.

I replaced the broken candle back on the hook and he dropped his head as he realized what he had done which made me love him even more. Maybe that wall isn't so plain after all.

Fingernails around the world

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Thu, 29 Sep 2011 18:13:00 +0000

Nails in france

Nails in Japan

Nails in Italy

Nails in America

Three Gifts for you

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 19:02:00 +0000

I have three little gifts for you today!

It was while I was in Poland on a shopping excursion for my business, I learned that life outside of the USA was quite beautiful. I enjoy my life in the United States but I swoon over noticing the smallest details of other cultures which I find quite beautiful. One of the first things I noticed were the sheer laced curtains of each home, almost all of them white. I was taking note of the differences and the beauty there of.

In the countryside of France ...

A house, a garden, decorating, antiquing, crafts, sewing ...

Alacampagne85
http://alacampagne85.canalblog.com/

Another thing I adore about other countries is the lack of junk food. Cooking at its finest is an art passed down from generation to generation. I try so hard to stay within these boundaries for my own family. It is a 50/50 achievement.

For the love of food...real food....no kraft packages...
Undimanche
http://undimanche.blogspot.com/

Moving...always moving but gracefully. Visiting and shopping with a purpose, not simply going out to buy items because they could. Purpose. Purpose. Purpose.
TendanceCampagne
http://tendancecampagne.over-blog.fr/

I choose to try and bring the good lessons that I have learned while traveling, back into my own home. I do this not because someplace else is better. I'm just making America even more beautiful.

I'm gonna walk a hundred miles,I'm gonna whistle all the while,If that's what it takes to make me smile

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Tue, 27 Sep 2011 15:00:00 +0000

We can all be happy. Just decide to BE HAPPY.

Decorating with blessings

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Mon, 26 Sep 2011 22:41:00 +0000

It has been so long since my last post. Reason? I couldn't figure out the new blogger and switching back and forth seems to have caused a glitch in the system for me. I fought my way through to a post today. I have to add pictures in the new format then switch back to the old to make text. Then I have to save my work and switch again to the new format to publish. Not the way it should be but I found a way to make it work. Happy for me? I am.

I really love our thrift stores here in Colorado because you can rack up some decent bargains. While Halloween decorating is not my thing, I do enjoy fall decor. The biggest plus for me is that fall decorating settles in for more days than Halloween decorating.

On my excursions this weekend I scored a bag of fake fruits and veggies for $3.99. Now I plan on putting this to good crafting use but just in case I don't get around to it, they have to find a home asap so that they don't end up in a closet or bin forgotten and becoming clutter. I have enough clutter.

Since our thrift store here has a 7 day return policy, I set out to find them a home quickly. These days if I don't like something, I will return it. Gone are the days of me throwing items into hiding until the right moment arrives.

I used the 60 30 10 rule of decorating and this is what I came up with. Each item is from thrifting or tag sales. Total spent, less than 20.00.

It makes me happy.
And the rest of the pieces went into the copper hanging basket by my kitchen window, like a lady in waiting.

The White Dove of Kent

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Mon, 14 Feb 2011 03:02:00 +0000

Picture Source: Copyright White Doves of Kent

Once upon a time there was a little Prince, and he wanted to give a valentine to a little Princess who lived in a neighboring kingdom. She was a very beautiful little Princess indeed, for her smile was as bright as her golden hair, and her love for her subjects was as deep as the blue of her eyes.

"What kind of a valentine shall I get for the Princess?" the Prince asked.

"A heart, your Highness; nothing but a heart will do!" said the Court Wise Man.

"A beautiful heart, your Highness; nothing but a beautiful heart will do!" said the Court Ladies.

"A priceless heart, your Highness; nothing but a priceless heart will do!" said the Court Chancellor.

So the Prince started out to get a heart valentine for the little Princess that would be both beautiful and beyond price, and he did not know where to find it.

Before long, though, he came to a jeweller's shop that was full of pretty, costly things to wear. There were pins, and bracelets, and necklaces made of silver and gold, and set with rubies, and sapphires, and emeralds, and diamonds.

"This is the place to find a valentine for the little Princess," thought the Prince, and he selected a diamond heart hung on a gold chain as thin as a thread for the little Princess to wear about her neck.

The Prince gave the jeweller his bag of gold and started out of the shop with the diamond heart in his hand. But he stopped at the door, looking at the heart. It was dull, and no longer shining. What was the matter with it, he wondered. Then he remembered. It was not the right valentine for the little Princess because it had been bought with his bag of gold. So the Prince gave the diamond heart back to the jeweller, and went on again.

After the Prince had gone quite a distance he came to a pastry shop. It was full of delicious things to eat, jam tarts, and little strawberry pies, thickly frosted cakes, and plum buns. In the window of the pastry shop was a huge cake baked in the shape of a heart. It was rich with sugar and spices, and the icing on the top was almost as thick as the cake itself.

"This is the place to find the valentine for the little Princess!" thought the Prince, and he pointed to the great heart cake in the window. "How much must I pay for that cake?" he asked of the pastry cook.
"Oh, you could not buy that cake!" the pastry cook replied. "I made it as a decoration for the shop for Valentine's Day. But I will give it to you, your Highness."

So the Prince thanked the pastry cook, and started out of the shop with the great cake in his arms.

"This must surely be the valentine for the little Princess, because I could not buy it," he thought.

Then the Prince almost dropped the cake. It had suddenly grown too heavy for him to carry. What was the matter with the rich, huge cake, he wondered. Then he remembered. It was not the right valentine for the little Princess because something rich to eat is not beautiful. So the Prince gave the cake back to the pastry cook, and went on again.

Pictures Copyright White Doves Of Kent

Now he went a long, long way, and he came to a bird seller beside the road. He had little gold birds, and bright-colored ones in green basket cages. They were all singing as if their throats would burst, but the Prince could hear one soft note above the others, because it was so clear and sweet. It was the cooing of a little dove who sat in her cage apart from the others. The Prince thought he had never seen such a beautiful little dove, as white as snow, and with rose red feet.

"Why does she sing so much more sweetly than the others?" the Prince asked, pointing to the little white dove.

The bird seller smiled.

"She sings because of her heart," he said. "The other birds sing in the sunshine, but look"—he held up the dove's cage, and the Prince saw that the little white dove had closed, blind eyes. "She sings in the dark because of her happy heart," the bird seller said.

"May I buy her," the Prince asked, "to give as a valentine to a little Princess?"

"Oh, I will give her to you," the bird seller said. "Very few people want to take care of a blind bird."

But the little Princess did. She liked the white dove better than any of her other valentines. She hung her cage in a pink rose tree in the sunniest part of the garden, and she often invited the Prince to sit with her under the tree and listen to the dove's sweet song.

No words to describe this one.

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Sat, 05 Feb 2011 01:04:00 +0000

In that split moment I was sure of what I wanted to do. For the first time, I knew what I meant to Jesus and I knew what Jesus meant to me. Church was over and I looked at the Knight and said..."I want to be baptized." "You haven't been baptized?" He looked a little shocked.

I was baptized when I was very little then I joined the Mormon Church when I was a teenager. I was baptized in a pool surrounded by golden animal statues. None of it meant much to me. It was just something to do so that I fit in with the people I was surrounded by. The Knight looked at me and said "Wow, you should be baptized!" I hadn't ever seen such an excited look on his face before.

As I was slipping the white coat over my clothing, the Spirit of the Lord was with me. Jesus spoke to my heart. I looked around the room. I breathed in and realized this was the most important decision of my life. Like getting married. A covenant. A commitment. Yes. I was getting married to Jesus!

I dropped to my knees. My life as a broken single parent was brought to the front of my mind. I was being bought. I was a bride and I felt so imperfect. I became afraid that I wasn't good enough to be a Christian. Fear tried one last time to grasp me back but I trusted Jesus more. My life with all its turmoil was nothing and I didnt want it anymore. I dropped to my knees feeling how imperfect I am and the Lord spoke to me "I love you just the way you are." I was ready. Shaking...but ready. When I tried to open the door, it stuck. It wouldn't open. The frame had broke at the bottom. My daughter and I sat in the room wondering what to do. If you have ever been in a false church, you know they teach you that if you walk away that you will go to hell. I had a small fight inside of me wondering who was holding the door. "Jesus please open this door." The Knight walked by calling my name softly, I was filled with nervous laughter as I explained what was the matter, he opened the door and we were on our way.

Before stepping into the water, Pastor asked me if I knew what I was doing. I said "Yes, today I am marrying Jesus."

On that same day, my son had made the same choice to be baptized. After I had spoke with pastor, my son came up to tell me he wanted to be baptized. Odd how that worked. :)

You know that Joy they talk about, wow it REALLY exists! During the next week, my two girls TOLD me they would be getting baptized too...and they did! Both had been asking me for months. I had to be sure it was right.

We are a house that walks in the footsteps of Jesus Christ.

To the Knight who spent so much time prying the lies of false religion out of my head and heart and continues to do so, I can not thank you enough. To my pastor who teaches the TRUE word of God the Father each week, I can not thank you enough. For each of my friends here who prayed for me, sent me emails, uplifted me, wondered about me, I can not thank you enough. Some days and nights the fear and pain was most unbearable but I was too confused and ashamed to speak it out loud and I didnt know who to tell, still you all heard me. I knew that I love God and I wanted to be with Him. I was so afraid of hell. I wanted to be sure. I never told you what was really going on here but I can tell you that your prayers and sharing in my hidden pain were not in vain. Jesus won. You won. Don't ever give up. Thank you for praying us into the direction of the arms of the Father. Thank you to each of you for the impact you made on me and my children.

Please don't stop praying though, I assure you that I am doing the same for you. We are family.

(Pictures compliments of my daughter and the Knight...I will cherish these pictures always)

What's your weather like?

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Thu, 03 Feb 2011 00:52:00 +0000

It is negative 6 degrees here in Monument, Colorado. No snow, just tons of cold. The schools have been shut down for two days. Tonight it promises to warm up to negative 1 degree though. Whats the weather like in your neck of the woods?

Oh Whats This?? A Falling Garden??

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 22:55:00 +0000

In central Venice, there is a little church called San Stae. Founded in the early 11th century.

It has a bit of an odd history which I wont go into.

Stay with me.

You don't want to miss this.

I almost did.

For the 50th Biennial of Venice, the year 2003....

Two artists came together to decorate the inside of the church

and the outcome is nothing less than breathtaking, titled as "The Falling Garden".

Supposedly, if you lie on the cushions provided and look into the garden, it will THINK for you.

Pretty isn't it?
Click on the last picture to see a list of items used in the creation of the Falling Garden and to learn the artists names. Do a google on the history of this church. God calls us to test everything no matter how beautiful it may seem and we are called to hold our thoughts captive to Christ.

Is It..........?

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Thu, 27 Jan 2011 07:17:00 +0000

A Field of Wishes

or

A Field of Weeds?

Babes cant eat steaks!

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Wed, 26 Jan 2011 18:28:00 +0000

Wee little babes cant eat steaks...right? Thou shalt not shove a steak in a babes mouth. The babe could choke. Please do not prepare a steak for a babe, cut it, chew it, then shove it in the babes mouth with such force. Babe will gag. It will be rejected. Still the babe could choke. Please do not give the recipe for the steak to the babe and hope that this will help the babe to eat the steak either. The babe will cock their head to the side with a questioning 'huh' and think the recipe is a paper toy. Please do not get frustrated with the babe because the babe is not able to understand your efforts to nourish their body with said steak so that the babe can grow really, really fast. This will cause the babe to cry. And when the babe cries, the Father will rush right in to protect his babe. The Father knows best and when it is time, babe will eat a feast fit for a King with Father.

The Knight and I are going to meet today for cupcakes. He's cool like that.

Dont look back!

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 18:16:00 +0000

Pivotal moments are always so overwhelming aren't they? Yet each person in life is faced with them and in no small proportion. I suppose that it is the strength within us that allows us to continue on or to stubbornly sit down and slowly wither away. I have done both.

Sometimes though we really don't understand what has taken place in the past but we try to move forward because that is what we are supposed to do. We are moving forward and looking back at the same time, remembering how it was. That is called walking the fence and a lot of people, such as myself, do that a lot more often than we would like to believe. It was better back then, it was nicer back then, it was safer back then...well yeah, you already know the outcome of that and you survived. Sure it seems safer. We can ALL remember moments when we felt safe before the big uglies came but we cant sit there in that moment and let birds build nests in our hair.

Still God calls us to look to the future, to not look back. If you think you might have left something important back there, then go on with you now and go get it! Otherwise move on forward.

Mercy, Uncle, Oh that hurts!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Mon, 24 Jan 2011 19:45:00 +0000

Two teams..Christian Heritage and West Ridge Academy (school for at risk teens)
Play a game of basketball
Christian Heritage wins 108-3
News roars...Christian Heritage is accused of poor sportsmanship
No taunting was involved.
No throwing up hand signs.
No one called anyone else a hater.
Still, there is an issue here.
They were supposed to stop playing so hard.

Ever been in this situation? Lost some competition then were taunted by the opponent? Stopped playing so hard and the other side became cocky in stature as you allowed them to rebuild their confidence? Showed mercy and they got mad at you anyway? Won and people resented you? Ever been stuck in a competition that you just didnt want to be in...period?

Yeah, me too.

Is it about strength? Is it about levels of greatness? Is it about who is better? In the end, here is my consideration regarding this little situation....That group of girls gave up and we should be praying Jesus and His strength into them. Beyond that, I believe the game went as it should have. Im curious though as to what you think.

Read on....
108-3 girls basketball rout raises questions
By Cameron Smith
It's been called unsportsmanlike. It's been called ugly. The question now is whether Christian Heritage (Utah) High, which routed West Ridge (Utah) Academy, 108-3, in a girls basketball game last week, actually did anything wrong by blowing out an overwhelmed opponent....Read the rest of the story here.

No Pictures in your Blogspot Reader List? A couple of possible solutions...

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 06:06:00 +0000

Somewhat beside myself, regarding why those cute little pictures in my blogspot reader list never showed up, I stomped off to find an answer. In the end, I found a solution. I am uncertain as to which one worked because it takes a few hours for Blogger to update and show the happy results of thumbnails in the blog roll once again, so I am going to share each of the things I did in hopes that I will once again see your sweet thumbnails also and very soon.

1. Dashboard to Settings to Site Feed-Set all feeds to FULL. Save Settings.
2. Dashboard to Settings to Site Feed-Remove Post Feed Redirect URL...leave it blank. Save Settings.
3. Dashboard, Scroll down to reader list, Hit Manage-Hit Settings on ANY Settings tab on your blog list-Hit More Options-Check box that says "Publish My Activities to sites I've joined and connected networks"-Hit Follow.

Wait two or three hours...maybe even four. I did this prior to going to bed. When I woke in the morning....sing a happy song and do a happy dance...thumbnail pics were there. My thought is that the problem was one of the first two but why waste time. Hope this helps another perplexed blogger as once was myself.

Smooches,

cuppy cuppy cake

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Tue, 18 Jan 2011 08:53:00 +0000

I spent the evening catching up on my dear friends blogs. More often than not, I read "I am sorry I have been away". Some are considering shutting their blog down completely, others give in to unnecessary guilt. In an effort to keep up with blogging etiquette, I will extend my apologies to you for having been away for so long myself.

In reality, I find that all writers go through moments of total disregard for their assignments. We must challenge our own minds to understand why we are doing what we are doing. We must understand who we are really writing for. We must determine if the expectations we are putting on ourselves are valid or simply mind made. I had to be away so that I could grow and focus on other things. I had to be away and that is o.k. I now have much to share.

I write because something was good or something wasn't so very good. I like this, I don't like that. I write because I love to create with what is inside of me and I am not very good at doing this with paint, clay or most other tangible mediums. I can however, make a beautiful cupcake now though.

Thank you Karyn and Trixie over at French Charming for your wisdom in this matter. I am proud of my pearly cupcakes!
In parting I will leave you with a little song, a tribute to all my blogger friends, readers and writers, die hard daily and once a month contributors. I am glad you are ALL here when you can be.

Soft fluff, ruffles and tweed....Chanel

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 07:56:00 +0000

Oh my goodness.....Oh my goodness....Oh my goodness!

If you haven't seen, you should! If you don't know, you will! Chanel, who always sets to impress, has outdone themselves this year! Don't be frightened by the abominable snowman, look beyond. They saved the best for last. I'm drooling over the mixture of tweeds and cashmeres. Oh and the ruffles are to die for!

Your Name, Power for the Journey

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Tue, 12 Oct 2010 15:29:00 +0000

Your name is your power for the journey. Never meant to be a bad word. I have a few people in my life who call me pet names and only use my name when they are angry, serious or condescending. I don't like that. My mother choose my name. It means "My Beloved" or "Dear One" or "Darling". It is pronounced Shuh-ree. A lot of people mess it up and call me Cherry or Sherry. You can hear it here:

Cherie

Greatly Loved, Dear To Heart, Cherished, Precious, Sweet, Dearly Loved, A Great Favorite.

What does your name mean?

Give me Liberty...Girly Post

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Sat, 21 Aug 2010 03:15:00 +0000

Bonjour! So I was taking a trip to France via my surf board on the internet when what crossed before my eyes but this wonderful gem! How cute is that? I would love to drive this sweet little package around. Just my style really. Reminds me of my first car, a yellow mini Honda Civic. Of course this started my heart a pitter pattering and I just had to find out the story behind this. So I searched...er...surfed some more.
That's when I found out the car belongs to Liberty of London. The car is something of a trade mark for them and ended up in the Market at some place called the Liberty Merci Pop Up of France. I think I followed that correctly and wont be offended if I need to be corrected. But the story got better. I actually came across their blog.

I found these:

And this: But here is the best part. In the blog I found out that Liberty of London fabrics are now in Target! Oh Tarjeee...I love you!

What a scrambled mess.

noreply@blogger.com (Cherie) — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 14:57:00 +0000

Oh fret! It's another "The sky is falling" moment created by the media. Eggs in IOWA have salmonella! Let us all quit eating eggs shall we? Could have been a hot day, a bad truck, poor handling somewhere along the way. Media, media, media..tsk tsk...what shall we do with you? The recall is because the OUTSIDE of some of these eggs had traces. Eggs have ALWAYS had salmonella! Lets have a nation wide egg hunt and collect back 228 million eggs. First of all we love and need eggs and second of all those farmers work hard and want a bit of money. I don't blame them and neither should you! Oh (hangs head low) but I know to a select few hundred thousand people, marching a carton of eggs back to your grocery store will make you feel powerful. No concern for the fact that they are doing this because we the consumer do not follow proper egg protocol. LOL I intend on using my eggs...just using them wisely. The more eggs you return and the more you boycott, the higher the price of eggs will go. Ladies and Gentlemen, please listen.

I Luuuuhhhuuuv Eggs! Oooooey gooey yellow drippy stuff that never quite makes it all into your mouth often landing on the chin, wiped up with a piece of buttered wheat bread. Oh DELIGHT! (No, I don't wipe my face with butter toast.) No wonder my doctor is concerned with my cholesterol level and I, my waistline. PSHH! Life is meant to be lived and eggs are good to be eaten!

So then just to be certain you do not jump on a boycott eggs bandwagon, I have a few suggestions for you if you are concerned. Quite honestly we should practice safety in this area but even I am known to become too trusting and become lax here. The outside of the egg should be the largest concern be it from a healthy or unhealthy egg. If the egg is cracked, very porous or old it should not be used. "WHEN IN DOUBT, THROW IT OUT." When bacteria exists it is most often on the outside of an egg. Weak shells bring the bacteria to the whites. Time will bring the bacteria to the yolks.

So here are some guidelines for the uber persnickety to find the bad egg:
*Don't separate the eggs with its shell.
*Bad eggs have a smell.
*Wash your eggs when you get home.
*Don't put them back into the container they came in. Toss container or rinse it to use for growing seedlings. How sweet.
*Keep eggs fresh.
*Throw out weak eggs with weak looking shells.
*Check the sell by date on your eggs.
*Three weeks or throw them out dear.
*Don't jump on the egg ban bandwagon. It is silly...really. Oh I am a poet and....

OK so there is a whole scrambled up bit of information when it comes to deciding how long those eggs should be kept in the fridge. For optimum safety, keep it at three weeks. It can be a bit longer and if you are so wise as to venture out and study this strange phenomenon, ah all the more power and "frugality salutes" to you. If you just are needing the basic info. Stick to three weeks.
Want more info? Click on this wonderful little beauty:

Good things come from IOWA like the Knight in Shining Flip Flops and the best BACON to eat with your eggs. Don't believe me? Try some IOWA BACON.

This message was brought to you "de Cherie". I am in no way affiliated with the bacon and egg administration!

P.S. Mr. Knight. I am so very glad that you came first. No arguments from me!

Much love,