Appleby's evening by Reverend Sharleece Bellagosi

APPLEBY'S EVENING

 

 

     The evening started out like any other evening except for one thing: I was bored out of my mind. So, I thought I would enjoy some cuisine at Appleby's. Although it was not the first time that I have eaten at Appleby's, It was the first time that I decided to write about it. I sat by the window peaceably taking in the atmosphere. I was briefly annoyed by the employees sitting at a nearby table talking a little crazy; but, my annoyance subsided when the meal arrived. Pictured above is the Steak and garlic shrimp dinner that I devoured with great delight weighing in at 550 calories. The steak was grilled and juicy, while the shrimp was buttery and scrumptious. It was part of the new Appleby's weight watchers menu.  The new weight watchers menu includes about five other dishes involving chicken, shrimp, and steak. Overall, I enjoyed my evening at Appleby's; because,  I was watching my weight without losing taste.

 

 

Love to eat, Eat what you love.


Post Edit: Although it is apparent that I am a big fan of Applebee's restaurants, I would be doing myself and others a great disservice if I did not inform them about the Applebee's restaurant on Saint Augustine St. in Valdosta, GA. I ordered one of my favorite meals, which was a 550 calorie steak and vegetables plate. The meal came to me swimming in fluid that I am not sure of the content making the Applebee's restaurant on Saint Augustine in Valdosta, GA my don't eat here restaurant; because, the restaurant in nasty with food.





Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

Twas the Night Before Jesus Came by Diane Francis Donenfeld

'Twas the Night Before Jesus Came Click on Audio to listen to poem 'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house Not a creature was praying, not one in the house, Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care In hopes that Jesus would not come there. The children were dressing to crawl into bed, Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head. And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap. When out of the East there arose such a clatter, I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash! When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here. With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray, I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY! The light of His face made me cover my head, It was Jesus! Returning just like He had said. And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth, I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself. ~ In the Book of Life which He held in His hand, Was written the name of every saved man. He spoke not a word as He searched for my name; When He said, "It's not here," my head hung in shame. The people whose names had been written with love, He gathered to take to His Father above. With those who were ready He rose without a sound, While all the rest were left standing around. I fell to my knees, but it was too late; I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate. I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight, Oh, if only I had been ready tonight. In the words of this poem the meaning is clear; The coming of Jesus is drawing near. There's only one life and when comes the last call, We'll find that the Bible was true after all! Author Dianne Frances Donenfeld - 1988 CLICK HERE to Pass this poem on        credit for the code to Return to December Issue