Waiting....a suggestion for you (and I think your husband will like this one). You can STILL wear jewelry and good heels.....and nothing else. (hehehe) No sense letting those good things go to waste.
So, what did u like as a JW?
by Pathofthorns 15 Replies latest jw friends
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Angharad
Hey everyone has forgot the privilages we sisters had at hall cleaning and refurbishments - we get to make the tea and coffee[8>]
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Frenchy
Such a shame the women don't have a penis.
Well I hate to disagree with my learned associate but I really like the biological distinction as it stands!
-Seen it all, done it all, can't remember most of it-
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TR
I miss almost nothing. I never became close to anyone. The congs. in my area are very cliquish and cold to those that had "unbelieving" mates. I constantly had to cover for those who didn't show for their service meeting parts, and I hated public speaking. In hindsight, I don't blame them so much for not wanting to do their assignments. But it would have been nice for them to warn me. The CO's were brutal sob's that didn't give a rip about anyone personally. They just wanted good numbers in their territory. They threatened to remove me as m.s. if I didn't bring up my hours. Oh, this topic is about what I LIKED as a JW, sorry!
I will say however, that coming in contact with the bible with the JW's in my early 20's helped me with my morals. Of course I didn't know at the time that there were so many strings attached.
Let's put it this way; I'm glad I'm the hell away from the WTS.
Edited by - TR on 19 October 2000 11:14:38
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RedhorseWoman
Ah, yes, I well remember dusting chairs as a small child. Eventually, I worked my way up and was given the responsibility of cleaning the toilets. I was SO proud.....NOT!!
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TR
Red,
Oh you poor sisters! Seriously. Showing up at the hall like a bunch of June Cleaver Wannabees! God, I'm embarrassed for you.
Girl Power! Girl Power! Girl Power!
I would die laughing If I went to the hall and saw a sister chewing out an elder or c.o., and telling him that she is sick and tired of doing the dirty work. She then thrusts a mop into his soft and uncalloused hands. Get to work, dammit!