It's sad to hear stories that end that way. :(
What is a 'verdict of misadventure?' I'm done a search and it seems that it's a term used in the UK, but I can't find a specific meaning...anyone from there care to 'splain it?
CeriseRose
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Man died after religious beliefs delayed vital op
by Elsewhere inman died after religious beliefs delayed vital op
by charlie stong
a jehovah's witness who went into hospital for a simple hip replacement operation died after developing a lethal deep vein thrombosis (dvt), an inquest has heard.
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hi guys, i am kinda down, no i am really down
by orbison11 ini am very sad, since i was df'd i have led a crazy life.
one you would read about in a book.
i have many many aquaintances, they think i have it all together, but i do not.
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CeriseRose
I don't have answers for you....but I do have a big hug!
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{WENDY}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
(I have cats, they send cuddles too.)
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Proud to be canadian!
by Nicolas inwhat do canadians have to be proud of!
1. smarties .
2. crispy crunch, coffee crisp .
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CeriseRose
I remember being about 9 and coming home from a vacation to California and having an awful head cold. When I was sick like that I always got smarties (colourful, fun, chocolate) to perk me up. Apparently I was miserable (alternating between crying, whining, sniffling, looking pathetic, etc.) from about Oregon to Bellingham (20 minutes from the Canadian border) where my parents stopped at Fred Meyer to find me some.
That was when I learned that the US doesn't *have* smarties (at least not as I know them). I was absolutely -crushed-.
Come to think of it, I'm going to have to stock up before I get married and move down there. *fears head cold season*
Oh, and on that list, I was gonna be all pious and say that I never did that freezing my tongue to a metal object, and then remembered doing that at about age 7. (FYI when a friend dares you to put your tongue on the frozen railroad track, say NO. OW!)
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Did you know any "Cool" witnesses?
by JH indid you know any "out of the ordinary" witnesses, who were completely different from the others?.
i remember once going on a trip with a brother and his family.
they were going 100 mph on the highway, just to show how powerful and smooth their cadilac was.
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CeriseRose
Actually I know quite a few, and the nice thing was is that some were appointed to the elder body. These ones *usually* were the ones who related well to teens and I think made a difference in the lives of quite a few of them (just from the standpoint of a positive role model...most of them were quite balanced in their faith).
Like the elder who was into kung fu as an art and never told anyone until he trusted them. Or the one that, although married, would play hockey at least 3 times a month with the local teen group. I was always quite impressed that they seemed to be quite reasonable.
In some cases I'm sure these people made the difference between some kid killing himself from his oppressive household and having a fairly normal/healthy life (well as relative as that can be for a JW). hehe
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Comments You Will Not Hear at the 8-22-04 WT Study (Abbreviated) Apostates
by blondie incomments you will not hear at the 8-22-04 wt study (july 15, 2004 issue) abbreviated
review comments
will be in black and parentheses ().
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CeriseRose
Blondie,
I have to admit that I read your commentaries when I first joined the board, and am truly amazed at how you can stand to read that tripe every week (your comments are dead on and insightful, and I'm very impressed at how you cut through their bs, like a hot knife through butter...). :) I haven't had inclination to read them the last while, not because your comments haven't been wonderful as usual (which I'm positive they are even if I didn't read through), but because I just can't bring myself to even hear anything that sprouts from the WTS' completely messed up thinking (I think I just hit a point in my cycle of healing/removing myself from them).
I read this week, because I wanted to know what my sister would be 'studying' after corresponding with me. Well, they say timing is everything...I'm sure I will now be labelled an apostate based on one tiny comment I made in my letter (I told her that loyalty to God wasn't the same as loyalty to an earthly organization, no matter what that organization claimed to be, or whom they claimed to represent, and then told her I was not discussing religious doctrine with her). I just came to some realizations about my relationship with her, so this is not as distressing to me as it would have been a few days ago (I figured no matter what I believed if she didn't know, then she wouldn't label me and I wouldn't have the tiny fragile crack in the door of our relationship sealed). Now, it doesn't matter to me one way or the other (another step in the 'break free' cycle? I dunno...I just know that she doesn't matter so much in the big scheme of things).
I just wanted to thank you for posting, for your comments, and for making this available to people like me who don't have access anymore (thank god? hehe). It helps me, in kind of a bass-ackwards way. :)
*hugs*
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the Adventures of Emmy...*beware, I'm giddy and went emoticon nuts*
by CeriseRose ini have two cats, rochester (chester) .
on monday i came home and emmy .
at the vet, he declared that she'd need an xray.
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CeriseRose
I have two cats, Rochester (Chester) and Emmeline (Emmy) . When they were babies I said they'd grow into their names...and they did. They are 3 years old, black and white. Neither is a lap cat, but Chester is a Momma's boy and Emmy is a flirt. They are my solace and comfort. I got them a month before my Dad died and I can't tell you how many times I'd lay on the floor in abject grief and one of them would come and cuddle me. I don't know how many times their little furry bodies sopped up my tears, and so quickly afterwords made me giggle . They are my babies.
On Monday I came home and Emmy was attempting to come to the door to greet me (they greet me at the door like dogs do...hehe). Her little foot was swollen to three times the size normal and she could barely walk on it. I raced her up to the vet (upsetting Chester in the process, for as the were on opposite sides of my apartment door, they were both crying).
At the vet, he declared that she'd need an xray. And to be sedated. And to stay overnight. I gave her a cuddle, and left, feeling like a horrible Mom. (You have to understand, I am freaked at the thought of losing them before a ripe old age...and in the 5 minutes it took for me to drive home, I'd convinced myself it was a cancerous tumor I'd missed seeing and she was dying...not rational, I know, but irrational fears aren't supposed to be.) hehe
I got home, Chester was hiding under the bed (no kidding, talk about stress). I poured myself a baileys and milk (I hardly ever drink and not on a work night) and lay in the bath to unwind. The vet phoned, it was a sprain and not a break. I could get her the next day. So I went into work early and arranged to leave early. My thinking being that if I got her home and the both of them settled, the better we'd all sleep.
I got to the vet, paid the bail and the receptionist/assistant ("cow" okay that's not a cow emoticon but I couldn't find one and this works. hehe) went to get her. Now at this point in the tale, I must backtrack a little. My kittens have a history of respiratory illness...they had them as tiny kittens and I was told by the vet that they'd be susceptible all their lives. No biggie...they have had 3 or 4 'colds' in their 3 years and each time they need eye drops and antibiotics...10 days worth. The last time I was dealing with that, they'd had a cycle that was a day apart, so I was doing the 'take one to the vet, then the next day take the other' thing. At the end of the first week of meds (which run out at 7 days) I called the vet to see if I could pick up the new meds. The 'cow' gave me a hassle saying that they weren't over yet (one's were and the other's weren't...I knew they'd give me 7 more days worth and the cats would only need 4 days max of the second round). Well at the end of that first week, I asked for both their meds. The 'cow' didn't want me to have them, first because it was 'too soon' and the meds would expire before I could use all the second batch up (didn't matter), and then because she didn't get that they'd started different dates. She argued and argued.
Finally the vet sided with me and gave me what I wanted...and the 'cow' was NOT pleased. So now, I take my girl in, no appointment (it is a drop in clinic) and give the particulars. She acts like because this hurt foot had only happened that day that I was pushing the panic button...and tries to put me off that it'll be a long wait. Of course, the vet sees me in 5 minutes, checks Emmy in overnight and this 'cow' is once again thwarted.
Like I don't know my cats. HMPH.
Anyway, so I pay my $$ to get her out, and the 'cow' goes into the back. I'm standing there with a man with a puppy, and a woman with her cat in a carrier, waiting to pay to leave. From the back comes this god-awful howling/yowling of a VERY pissed off cat. The woman says "oh must be a cat having a urinalysis" (if you've never heard a cat having it's inflamed bladder pressed on to express urine, you've never heard mad...). I said "no, that's my female." A minute later the 'cow' opens the exam door and asks me to come get my cat. The 'cow' is visibly agitated. (Okay let's think...the cats that come here will probably a) not like being there vs home and b) pick up on your agitation.) Cow.
I get back there to see my poor little girl pressed up against the back of the cage, with two towels almost totally covering her. The 'cow' tells me that I may want to use a towel because Emmy's peed on everything. I'm like, this cat doesn't like being picked up, but suffers it, and has never been so wound up that she's lost bladder control. I put a finger in to let her smell me and she hissed...until she realized, combined with my voice talking to her, that it was "Mommy." Again the 'cow' is trying to force a towel on me, and I'm ignoring her, as my only focus is to calm my poor terrified cat down some. So I'm cuddling her, we're both covered in pee, stinky, and she's now more agitated than mad, but she's calm enough for me to drive her home.
5 minutes later she's home, eating, drinking like a fiend from her fountain, getting cuddles like mad and happy to be home with me and Chester . And I'm considering making a voodoo doll of the 'cow.'
Her paw is much better, she's been taking her anti-inflammatories well, and while it's bothering her stomach a bit (keeps throwing up), she can move and stuff pretty good.
And thus ends another adventure in the life of my kitties.
The End.
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CeriseRose
Kitties are kute! ;)
Mine love to play with the little fuzzy mice and pompom balls.
For my birthday my fiance bought me a toy catapult (from Monty Python's Holy Grail) and it comes with little plastic sheep and cows. I have to say, I was flinging livestock everywhere and those cats had a HOOT! They were getting hit and chasing the little things and just having a blast!
:)
edited: Oh, I had to add, when I read about the squeak noise and Kato...my male cat loves plastic...to bite apart, to sit on, to lay on. Recently I bought an executive computer chair (faux leather)...and it came in bubble wrap. Well Chester had been laying on it...when I came along and popped one. I've never seen a cat so scared and curious at the same time. Even now, weeks later, he's not quite sure how I do that...or if it will get him...hehe
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Looking Back, Did You Neglect Your Family Because You Were In The "Truth"?
by minimus ini know many of us felt we were doing "god's work" and did not have to spend time with our families or even do things for ourselves.
our only focus was the ministry and the "truth"....... did you too, neglect yourself and your family??
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CeriseRose
I stayed close to my parents (except for holidays). When they died, I didn't really connect with much other family. However, our family was fairly scattered and my parents didn't socialize much with either side.
Upon leaving, they have all welcomed me back with open arms. There have been no recriminations or 'why didn't you call for so long' comments. JW or no, I was still family.
I find that behaviour closer to 'Christian' than what I've experienced from JWs...even before I left. Sad, really.
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Question... Do JWs shun Family?
by Sassy ini had a disagreement with xq in chat today, because he was trying to say that jws for the most part disobey the wts and still treat family like family even if they are dfd or quit being witnesses.. i don't feel that is true.
i think that the majority of us on here who no longer are jws have family members who no longer have anything to do with us and shun us.... so i said it would be interesting to take a poll and see how many here are treated just like all the rest of your 'loving family' who is a jw still.......are you treated the same?.
does family shun you for being df'd, da'd or no longer participating?or do they hide and talk to you but only when other active jws can't see?
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CeriseRose
- Does family shun you for being DF'd, DA'd or no longer participating? DA'd and yes, my JW family does, wholeheartedly.
- Or do they hide and talk to you but only when other active JWs can't see?? No. I had one call from my sis since I DA'd...to ask for a DVD she thought was left at my house prior to my DAing.
- Do they share meals with you? No.
- Go shopping, see movies, do PUBLIC things with you? No.
- Is your life the same with them when you were a JW, as when you are not? No, they don't call, don't want me to call, don't even phone as they 'can' to find out if I'm okay or 'keep in touch' in anyway. I am as good as dead. I did send a letter recently regarding my engagement and have not received, nor do I expect to receive a response.
Now, pardon my boggling, but what planet is XQ on? I mean, has he/she just not read anything here? *blinks in confusion*
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Someone's avatar reminded me...
by CeriseRose inon the weekend i *finally* got to see dogma (of the jay and silent bob class).
omg it was such a hoot.
it takes potshots at everything.
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CeriseRose
That one's excellent too...although I watched it first and had no idea who the two guys were. hehe
My fiance is a J&SB fan...and owns almost all of them. I'm only missing one now...the one he doesn't own. Yet.