Am I the only one???? Does anyone else have a problem with AIG giving bonuses out of the bail-out money they received???????
Oh, their afraid that they will loose good employees if they don't give them their bonuses - it's in their contract!!!??? SO WHAT! These are the same employees that got them in this mess in the first place AND if the job situation is as bad there as it is here...WHERE WILL THEY GO??? They aren't going to leave the AIG gravy train.
Well, it burns me up! I haven't been able to find a job since October and their sitting in this sinking ship, making BIG BUCKS and getting a BONUS! I DON'T FEEL SORRY FOR THEM!
Hey you at AIG...you want to show that you care about what's happening to the economy and us little people???? Give me some of your bonus so I can pay some bills and have groceries!!!!!!
Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.
When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK
Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. 'Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking,' she said in a clear voice strong.
'I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,' I explained to her.
'Have you ever looked at your hands,' she asked. 'I mean really looked at your hands?'
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.
Grandma smiled and related this story:
'Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.
'They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.
They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.
They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents.
'They have been dirty, scraped and raw , swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn daughter. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.
'They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.
They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.
'These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.
But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home.. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ.'
I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home.
When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.
I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.
Water Rings on Hardwood Furniture?
To remove them, make a paste of non-gel toothpaste and baking soda. Rub it into the white stains until warm. It takes a bit of time for the marks to go away. When they are gone, wax the wood, if okay for the surface.
WHAT WOULD YOU THINK?????
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single snow shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it. Her picture doesn’t show me dancing around a pole. It’s supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot. From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.
I am a cat lover! I have 4. So...if I was going to be a cat what would I be? According to the test I took I am a "Ragdoll". To see what you would be take the test and let me know?
|I am a Ragdoll Cat|
Your personality matches your exterior. You are very laid back and sweet.
You don't really like the outdoors. You prefer to stay inside where it's cozy.
Luckily, you are the perfect houseguest. You are polite and obedient.