Posted on 10/22/2012 2:35:40 PM PDT by Fudd Fan
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for cable or phone line ?
huh?
Chris Wallace is a squat to pee girlie man
For Verizon fios that comes in on Ethernet cable.
wrote it down...got my IT guy on speed dial and he has me on speed no answer
lmao
freaking Charlie Crist - turncoat repub gone dem - wish he’d just keep his lying mouth shut - grrrrr
Cliff Clavin just called...he said it was a common known fact when Charlie Crist thinks of Obama, his mouth instinctively just opens.
He said it was a Pavlog’s dog thing
Good thing you found out in the nick of time.
I never once voted for crist, there was n independent candidate much more worthy of the office running against him in the primary
Sweet Candy Crowley on CNN actin as if she is the smartest woman alive...I;m dead series
snicker
Fr is just about to snap the rubber band......it’s slower than Candy Crowley dryin off after a shower
dslreports.com usually has pretty good info.
http://www.dslreports.com/faq/verizonfios/3.0_Networking#16077
http://www.dslreports.com/forum/r26592098-What-is-the-best-router-to-use-with-Verizon-FiOS-
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Heading over to C-Span on CATV. Signing off. Nite, all!
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Heading over to C-Span on CATV. Signing off. Nite, all!
Thanks for the links.
Looks like FR is imploding again.
This is good. I’ll never look at my hands the same!
Grandpa, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. He didn’t move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn’t acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat, I wondered if he was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was OK.
He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking,” he said in a clear strong voice..
“I didn’t mean to disturb you, Grandpa, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,” I explained to him.
“Have you ever looked at your hands,” he 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 he was making. Grandpa 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 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 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 trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse and walked my daughter down the aisle.
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 my 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 God .”
I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandpa’s hands and led him home.
When my hands are hurt or sore I think of Grandpa. I know he 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.
When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to you and watch God’s answer to prayer work in your life. Let’s continue praying for one another..
Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both.
Passing this on to one not considered a friend is something Christ would have done.
The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire. Anonymous
I don’t recommend taking off into that kind of cloud cover.
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