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 have been dirty, scraped and raw , swollen and bent. They were uneasy
and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding
band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.

They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents
and spouse.

'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.

is coming to an end.
Great fun for the most part. Next time l pick the alcohol!

Tonight I picked up my new motorcycle! Well new to me anyway.
I bought an 09 Honda Rebel, price was right anyway.
Can I make someone a deal on a Scooter???

This weekend is a "girls" weekend at the lake.
You never know what might happen when no kids or husbands are around. hehehehehehe

Looking at a Honda Rebel or a Star 650.
Still have to think about it though....

If you put the federal government in charge of the Sahara
Desert, in 5 years there'd be a shortage of sand."

~ Milton Friedman

I want him to come make love to me again....

After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school.

One child wrote the following:
We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They used to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Florida. Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like grass. They ride around on their bicycles and wear name tags because they don't know who they are anymore. They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now, they do exercises there, but they don't do them very well.
There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats on. At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it. He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf carts. Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And, they eat the same thing every night --- early birds.
Some of the people can't get out past the man in the doll house. The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck. My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too.
When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house. Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.

..... PRICELESS

WOMEN'S ASS SIZE STUDY

There is a new study about women and how they feel about their asses.


The results were pretty interesting:

30% of women think their ass is too fat...

10% of women think their ass is too skinny...

The remaining 60% say they don't care, they love him, he's a good man,
and they wouldn't trade him for the world.

There was an old woman wandering around the supermarket calling out, "Crisco, Cri-i-i-i sssssssco!"

Soon a store clerk approached. "Ma'am, the Crisco is in aisle D."

The old lady replied, "Oh, I'm not looking for the cooking stuff, I am
calling my husband."

"Your husband's name is Crisco?"

The old woman answered, "Oh, no, no, no. I only call him that when
we're out in public."

"Well, what do you call him when you are at home?"

"Lard ass."

Ok so it was not exactly the middle of nowhere but it felt like it at the time. Luckily the sun came out and we got to swim in the lake and just soak in some sun.
Of course like a dumbass I didn't get enough of the SPF50 in all the right places. Feels like I got some places glowing!
But I did do a good job keeping the little people covered no sunburn there.

If that guy with the hard one would have come along I would not have been out in the sun so long! hehehehehe