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The state of mortgages and banking

Even though our stimulus package has gone out to the banks.  It doesn’t seem to register with the financial institutions that got the money on how to use the money to help homeowners in need.  I would like very much for President Obama to check out how the banks are hoarding the stimulus money and not giving it to the homeowners. The money was to help homeowners in need get the mortgage money necessary to stop those people from foreclosure by  b4nevgi9sr  refinancing a loan to include debts and at time second mortgages.

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Finding Jesus?

Last week , July fourth weekend, was not one that will stand out in my memory as being a big bang in my life.   Except for one thing.  I found Jesus.  Big deal, you might say.  Many people find Jesus, everyday.  Mine was a little different than most, though.  You see I found Jesus in a K Mart parking lot in Closter, New Jersey.  I was alone,  my twenty-one year old, Alexi was experiencing a weekend of sun, fun and beach time at the Hamptons, and my eldest, Nicole was at a swimming pool at the local JCC with her husband and their two children, my grandchildren, Aidan and Sophia.   I was lonely, bored and in need of some entertainment.  It had taken awhile before I came up with an excuse to get me out of the house. My day  became a search for lawn furniture cushions.  The closest store in my area that might have the exact cushions that I wanted was K mart and that’s where I went.

The parking lot was not really full. It was a day for relaxation, not shopping.  I parked and walked towards the cavernous box store and noticed a glint on the ground.  looking for gold I stopped and bent down at the glint to see what I thought was as small piece of jewelry, a charm of some sort.  After scooping it into my hand I briefly noticed its shape with a familiar outstretched arm.  It was very small and I found it a bit hard to see it.  When it got to my eye level I realized it to be a small metal Jesus, outstretched hands and all.  I looked around to see if anyone was searching the ground but didn’t find anyone.  SO I continued to towards the

I grabbed my keys and went into my car and drove the less tan ten miles  the the huge box store. I was surprised to see that the parking lot was more than half full  for a holiday weekend. It was a sunny bright day after all.  I found a spot closer to the stores entrance. than if it was a normal Saturday.  And jumped out of the car with a mission. After I walked a few feet towards the entrance a glint on the parking lot hit my eye.  I stopped, looked at the glint sparkling in the giant parking lot and swooped down.  Sure enough there was something sparkling there in the gritty tar streaked ground.  I picked  up  the tiny glimmer and took a close look.  It was a figure.  I adjusted my eyeglasses and immediately identified the object.  It was a teeny, tiny golden Jesus.  No bigger than three quarters of an inch long and if you counted the outstretched arms a little less than three quarters of an inch.  It was some tinny metal, very bendable and paper thin–it had alot of shine.  I placed him in the palm of my hand and then decided to  hold on to my little Jesus  for dear life.  After all I held the icon of  many millions. I felt the responsibility of the ages at that moment. I  glanced  around the lot to see if anyone was looking as though they lost a Jesus but there wasn’t anyone at all. I proceeded towards Kmart.

Now I had a dilemma.  What to do with my little icon.  I certainly couldn’t through it away.  it didn’t take long for me to have claimed it as mine. Therefore  I didn’t want to have it slip from out my fingers and so as I walked into the store, I put it carefully in a small empty purse in my handbag and went towards the outdoor furniture.  I didn’t know what to think.  Maybe someone was devastated with the lose of their Jesus.  Maybe they went to the manager and had asked if anyone had found him.  Who knows?  I realized the importance of my find and the  task I now had.  I had to at least make an attempt to give the Jesus back to it’s owner. But how?

Pushing away the  strong thoughts of keeping it and that would be that. Instead I gave it a strong try to bring Jesus and its true owner back again,  and so I fished in my handbag for a piece of paper and a pen.  I quickly wrote a large note.  “If anyone has lost Jesus.  I want you to know that I found him’.  I gave my home phone and cell phone number and a quick description. Extremely tiny glinty metal jesus, arms outstretched.  The size of less than an inch up and down and maybe the same arms wise.  Then I went off to my original mission.

I didn’t find the cushions I was looking for and there wasn’t anything else I needed at Kmart. As far as I could figure,  I had already found something major and anything else would just be a token spending of money I needed.  I went back towards my car, eyes down for any other glint that I might spot and with an uneventful walk to my car got in, and drove to my  home.

I could lie and say the phone rang off the hook, but it didn’t–not one single call.  I realized that mostly everyone that was supposed  to finding Jesus had already done that many years ago.  The one quietly living in my purse was now mine.   I was excited, euphoric waiting for my ship to come in.  Naturally this was a good luck omen.  Of course what else could it be?  I sat and waited, first buying lottery tickets, than pursuing the horse races.  Nothing happened.  Well somethings did happen though, not for me.  I have omitted a fact during this story.  I am Jewish. I’m not blaming that fact.  We all know that Jesus was Jewish and I am sure he being a good benevolent man would not use my Jewishness against me.  Not at all.  Although it did cross my mind that that this was one of the reasons for my luck not rising through the Richter scale, but I kept the faith.   Nothing has happened yet.  But I am positive it will sooner than later.  I still by lottery tickets.  The other day I had a few of the winning numbers but not on each set of tickets.  I thought that might be a good sign.  On Monday I will buy a few more.  This time holding Jesus with me.  I will let you know how things go.  Eventually things will kick in.  I’m sure of it.

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Happy Mothers Day

After a few confusing hours with no direction we are sitting down to brunch at my kitchen table.  Alexi and I are debating over Nolita or Beacon, NY (we also thought about Central Park or a movie) our dinner reservations are for 6 PM with Nicole and her family at TPR a local Italian restaurant.  The fact that I gained a pound an a half due to one maybe two lousy pieces of barbecued chicken will not ruin my mood.  The fact that my cat Charles is having a problem with irritable bowel syndrome is bothering me, but I can not do anything about it until Monday.  My Alexi  just brought me a cup of decaf coffee it is a blessing to be a mother.
That makes me sad of course as my mother isn’t here with me and as far as I am concerned she should have been .  Mom all the times you asked how am I  going make it, was for naught.  Its almost two years and I am making it.  Well at least for now.  No one knows what the future can bring.  Look at the world now its in a financial chaos.  The recession  has become the great equalizer.  In degrees of course.  I am trying to keep my house for years.  The rich are sad to lose one or two of their four homes.  Even though I feel sorry for them.  My wish is that everyone-ric,h poor or middle class makes it.   Anyway Mom  I am still here and you should be to.   I love you.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY FOR ALL THE MOTHERS IN THE WORLD including those with pets, cousins, sisters, friends  no matter we are all nuturers and therefore mothers in a way.

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Tweetup in NYC www.chicmommagazine.com

This will have to be short as i am trying to get over a migraine headache.  Its awfully sad that a grown person can drink two thirds of white wine and end up sick in bed all day.  Its aver 9 pm and I just managed to get myself up and eat something.  That said I am going back to bed.

Oh yes the reason for this   post is to say how great a time (other than the migraine) last night.  Stephanie you rule, Darcy you are a peach and your mother she is something else. I forgot many of the others names but I am sure Stephanie will fill me in.

Everyone should go on www.chicmommagazine.com.  The sponsors of this first tweetup in New York.  Unless there have been then I am sorry to not include you, but than again you did not include me.  Once again thank you thank you thank you.  And Rouge Wine bar on Bank street.  Great place!

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Spring is finally here for a few more hours that is.

I have been very busy with twitter. I find it absorbing, informative and I am hooked. A friend said it was narcissistic, but I think he is wrong. Maybe to an extent that one can if they chose to, talk about what they are doing at that immediate time. Such as brushing their teeth, just waking up going out to eat etc. But its a lot more than that. On the other hand I find it a very useful networking tool as well as informative. Take for instance yesterday. I found out that Friday is called #Queryday. During the day and through the night, writers are able to post questions and any other things that are on their mind pertaining to their writing. Some writers throw out their ideas or book names, short synopsis, or genre. It is all in real time, therefore any publisher or kindly agent not to say that publishers aren’t kindly they are) can and will answer the question or musing that any one puts out on #queryday. All of us can see what is going on and even peak at ongoing conversations that might have already taken place. It’s amazing. I don’t think that there is anything exactly like this on the internet. Sure they is IM’s but that is one to one and maybe chat rooms are something like this, but you have to experience what I’m talking about to understand what it’s all about. The other thing is that it isn’t only for writers, I haven’t totally explored the entire phenomenon, but I think there are other #Query subjects for different groups. I recommend getting on twitter, find your niche and go for it. I love have and would be lost without it. I hear that Orah joined on Friday. Wecome to Twitter Oprah.

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