the details of who to send a gift to will be getting pm'd to you all either friday afternoon or saturday morning!
according to the information i've found online the last posting day for standard parcels is dec 11th for usa and december 15th for the uk/europe, so you should all have plenty of time to select and send a gift, although sending sooner rather than later is prefered.
can everyone taking part post on this thread what things they like, what their interests are etc so that the person who is buying a gift for you has some idea what to get you.
I'm so psyched. When I got home from work, there was a package from my secret Santa (et famille), and a lovely card...Thanks, guys! I can't wait to see what you got me!
The package I sent out should be arriving any day now, and I'm crossing my fingers that it's something they'll enjoy.
my jw brother is anxiously awaiting evidence that the jws were part of the united nations.
i have typed these words into the search mechanism, but can't find the appropriate post.
where is the letter that the un sent out testifying to this?
Now, Country Girl, are you trying to draw this boy away from Da Troof? Evil, bad, naughty Country Girl!
did you like them?
hate them?
fear them?
I apologize, Minimus, and to any other former elders I may have offended with my remarks. I didn't stop to think that some of y'all might have gone apostate! I did not mean to insult you or hurt your feelings.
did you like them?
hate them?
fear them?
Ridiculous bunch of old men who somehow, with high-school educations at best, felt that they were superior both morally and mentally to every other person on the planet. Guys who believed that any form of sexuality other than missionary position between husband and wife was perverted, trying to tell the rest of us how to live our lives. Men in polyester suits telling me how to dress, how to wear my hair, what parts of my own body I could pierce. And all the while, they thought I was inferior because I was a woman! At the same time, I was afraid of drawing too much of their attention, because let's face it, they did control our lives to a large degree.
i was watching pleasantville (tobey maguire, reese witherspoon) on tv last night.
as i watched i started thinking that although the movie isnt about religion, the way the characters and storyline evolved, reminded me of how it felt like to be in the "truth" and then to be in reality.. the movie is how two teens get stuck in a 50's tv show similar to the perfection of "leave it to beaver" everything is perfect in this town, but everyones in black and white becuase they are not in reality.
when the kids arrive they start to the show the people in the town art, books, love, sex and everything starts to turn into color.
Pleasantville should be required viewing for anyone leaving the witnesses. My boyfriend still can't figure why it gets me so emotional every time I see it.
Shawshank Redemption is not one you'd usually think of, but I was moved by the part, near the end, when Red (Morgan Freeman) was finally out of the prison, and he should have been happy to be free, but he had no idea how to live as a free man. I can symathize, as I remember the feeling well. Then of course, the final scene, where he meets his old friend, now also free, on that beautiful beach. Always makes me hope for the day my dear friends and family can escape and we can be together again.
i told these kids at school i'd make a mixed cd for a end of the semester party.
they want something with adrenaline.
kick out the jams -mc5 .
OK, most of this is a bit older than they're likely used to, but:
The Boys From County Hell by the Pogues, off the Red Roses For Me disc
Let it Whip by the Dazz Band
El Matador by Los Fabulosos Cadillacs
Bring Me Some Water and I Want You off Melissa Etheridge's self-titled debut album
Rip Her to Shreds by Blondie
I Want a Lover by The Pet Shop Boys
Kiss Them For Me by Siouxzee and the Banshees
After the Flesh by My Life With The Thrill Kill Cult
D.M.S.R. by Prince
I hope these kids appreciate your efforts.
(this topic was first posted on google groups) .
well, not long after we got here, everyone was glad to see us.
joe had not gotten much sleep because it was two days travel and he.
kaykay, that's such an awful situation! I'm glad you and your son are ok- please be careful getting home. I know how it feels to love someone who's having psychological probs- you have to look out for your own (and your son's) safety. If this sort of thing happens again, sweetie, don't go with him, please.
when my father stepped down from being an elder in the congregation, due to him wanting to spend more time with the family, a lot of people were very curious as to why he did.
the shocking rumour started going around as to the reason why- my dad had been caught having gay sex in a car with another brother, and they were caught in the act by a pioneer sister in the congregation!.
on hearing the gossip dad actually couldn't speak for a whole 1/2 hour!
I've heard, at various times, that I am:
Living with my boyfriend
Having an affair with my best friend (a very cute, but very gay, man)
Living in a psychiatric treatment facility
Fighting off cancer
A prostitute
A drug dealer
None of this stuff is true. I feel sort of bad, in fact, that my life is so dull that they have to make this s%*t up about me.
i don't have too many crumby experiences, but i was just sitting here thinking about when i worked as a hostess at a local restaurant.
it was kind of a family-owned restaurant, and whoever had worked there for a long time still worked there no matter how @$@#^ their attitudes were.
i tried and tried to just be polite and have conversations with them but they didn't like me and were antagonizing me to the point of being in tears from the start.. there was one particular waitress who the men would walk in and specifically ask for..like walk up and whisper in your ear..."put me at a----'s table, please"..it wasn't too big of a mystery why all the men asked for her.. and one particular waitress made a habit of throwing the menu's at me when she wanted them put back after being used...like walk by me and throw them over her shoulder and i would be trying to catch them all.. there was also alot of he-said-she-said bullcrap.
Hard to say which job was the worst.
My first job was as a scullery maid in the galley of a pirate ship. Oh, sure, there was plenty of adventure and pillaging- for the men, that is. I, on the other hand, was obliged to toil belowdecks in the noisome galley from morning till night...except when I had to wait upon the captain in his cabin, but that's a story for another thread.
Then, owing to my fine work history on the ship, and with a glowing reference from the captain, I then obtained employment at what was supposed to have been a spa. It turned out to be a leper colony, however. Through much hard work and perseverance, I rose through the ranks (well, really, all my coworkers were dying off) to become the chief cook. The work was enjoyable, but it was hard, especially when everyone around me was always falling to pieces.
Some time later, I was offered work at a ladies' corset shoppe. This could have been a pleasant change from kitchen work, but I had not counted on other women's vanity. Every day, large, fleshy older ladies would demand that I sell them the same model of corset that I wore, so they could be as thin as I. How could I possibly explain to them that my slender frame was due, not to a finely made corset, but to the array of diseases I carried with me from my previous jobs? I'd developed a bad case of rickets, and a milder case of scurvy, whilst on the pirate's vessel; later on I acquired dengue fever and malaria at the leper's colony. As a result, I barely tipped the scale at seventy pounds. My customers grew quite irate when I was unable to help them look as frail as I.
All in all, though, the absolute worst job I ever had was the three days I lasted at Wal Mart.
i have seen quite a few posts from many ex-jw women about how unhappy they were about male domination in congregation.
was it really that bad?
when i was still a jw, no one ever told me anything to that effect.
there was NO WAY I would be able to be a good submissive dub wife, unless I married Antonio Banderas
Eyebrow, I hear you. I always wanted to submit myself to his headship, too!
