i was at work -- a manager in a hospital that is the regional treatment center for one medical specialty...region includes nyc.
someone came & grabbed me hard by the arm and pulled me into a room, where i saw every single mgr.
sitting silently watching tv.
My new motto: "live everyday to the fullest, it may be your last."
Pratt1,
As morbid as this sounds, my husband and I have always said that if one of us died tomorrow, we'd be mournful of the loss, but would take comfort in that the time we've had together has been so amazing that we'd never have any regrets. We truly do love each other every day like it's our last. That way if it is, we know we did all we could.
Andi
please join me tonight in a prayer vigil for outnfree.
since brenda's chemo is usually on thursdays, i would like to do this every thursday in order to send our energy, love and strength to this wonderful lady while she fights this awful disease.
please send your good thoughts, positive vibes and prayers tonight starting at 8:00 central (9:00 eastern, 7:00 mountain, 6:00 pacific) to brenda ryan (outnfree's real name) in the detroit, mi metro area.
(((((Out)))))
I'm praying for your body to be strengthened and healed and for the doctor's to have all the necessary knowledge to help you gain your health.
Love,
Andi
oh i sure do but she lives in missouri and i am all the way in california.
but she is the most beatuiful woman my eyes ever set upon.
i do not know if she is married or not but it is robdar .....wow what a knock out
NOT your typical JW shrinking violet "yes dear " lady!!!!
Are there ANY of those on this board? I'd like to think that the exJW gals who have escaped, escaped leaving their shrinking violet cap back at the Kingdom Hall.
My crush is a cutie, sweet, loving, tender, and darling Mozz!
"Stealing" food which would probably have spoiled anyway due to lack of refrigeration.
That's the point Kenneson...she was taking food out of the cooler in her car. She wasn't even in the store.
i have my fathers strange brownish/reddish curly hair, his cheeks his eyebrows and his jawline.
i have my mothers face shape and eyes, i think.
i also have my mother's figure (pleasantly plump!).
Physically, I look like my mother as you can see in my other thread. http://www.jehovahs-witness.com/9/98264/1.ashx I'm two inches taller (5' 2") and about 10 lbs lighter, but I have her exact body shape. Same thighs, same arm shape, same flat Asian butt (LOL!), same basic bone structure. In the face I look a lot like her. Oval face, dark almond eyes, freckles across my nose bridge, same dark hair (except mine's really wavy), same droopy eyelid where I have to put make up on crooked to make my eye look straight.
Personality-wise, I think I must be a mix of them. I don't know my momma, so I'm not sure. I'm honest, outspoken, stubborn, and bossy like my dad. I'm articulate, well read, organized, anal-retentive, and a bit of a nit-picker like my dad. My mouth has gotten me in trouble on more than one occasion. That's from my dad and all the Irish on that side of the bloodlines. But it's that Irish strong will that helped get me out of the bOrg and start overcoming the pain of the past, so I can't complain too much.
I'm also tenderhearted, naive, positive, overly-sensitive, love people and animals, drawn to those hurting, and love a cute outfit! Those must come from my momma. Everyone I've talked to that knows her, remembers her being very loving, overly sensitive, always quick to comfort those that are hurting. She had an uncanny ability through a terrible language barrier to know when someone needed a hand patted, or an encouraging smile. My grandfather said he'd never met a woman who could speak so much with her eyes. Mozz says the same thing about me sometimes. She was also quite the clothes horse. She had tons of purses and shoes that matched her outfits perfectly. Her hair was always perfectly coiffed, light-handed make up always looked perfect, and she always smelled of the prettiest perfume. Although I'm not quite the clothes horse, I too just love being a girl - all the froo-froo stuff like that! I wish she were around to share that stuff with.
After I guffawed at the title of the story, I got really mad at those cops. Poor old lady - just what she needs. That whole scene doesn't even make sense...why on earth would they arrest her??? Ridiculous!!
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i remember starting a thread like this many years ago..... no, honetly, i can remember things that happend to me when i was about 3 years old.
i was on my tricycle and i got lost, so my mom phoned the cops and they found me.
My first memories are of life in Japan with my mother and father. I remember the apartment we lived in. It was very small and had a stuffed duck on a bungee cord in the kitchen doorway. I liked to pull it and watch it bounce up and down. There was a small shelf next to the door that had a little rice cooker up there.
I remember my snow suit and playing in the snow. I remember the Japanese snow festivals, where they made huge ginormous statues from ice and snow. One was in the shape of a building and you walked up these big slippery stairs in the back and slid down a slide made of ice in the front. My dad actually saved a newspaper clipping where there is a picture of me sliding down that slide in my little snow suit I remember.
I remember my parents fighting. I was sitting in her lap as she was cross legged on the floor and he was yelling at her. She was crying and holding me tight. I just remember being scared, not understanding why she was crying.
i have to tell a story.. yesterday i begged my boss to let me leave work to go to reunion arena and try to find a child or a mom and child to take in.
then i bugged the heck out of six of nine to go with me because i was not sure what i was getting into and did not want to go alone...though i would have.. so we went to the store and bought 100 dollars of items.
well i went over budget and six paid another 100 for the rest of the items.
I left at 14. Worked two jobs. Did schoolwork thru the mail. Rode my bike to both jobs and still tried to go to meetings and keep up time with my pioneer sisters. They let me live with them, but I had to pay a third of everything. That did not last too long. At almost 17 I convinced someone to let me an apartment. Where I sat on my off hours in the dark so I would not run up the electric bill.
(((((Decki))))) I knew you were a tough cookie the moment I met you. Now I know why. We need to talk sometime. I imagine we'd both have some interesting stories to share. Maybe over dinner and a bottle of wine (or six-pack)?
Why am I saying this on the board? You're like a mile down the street. LMAO! Come over now if you want. I lost your number on my cell phone call log or I'd call you.
i have to tell a story.. yesterday i begged my boss to let me leave work to go to reunion arena and try to find a child or a mom and child to take in.
then i bugged the heck out of six of nine to go with me because i was not sure what i was getting into and did not want to go alone...though i would have.. so we went to the store and bought 100 dollars of items.
well i went over budget and six paid another 100 for the rest of the items.
Sparky,
I was 19 when my dad tossed me to the streets. I had a bed, a few boxes of clothes, and a car. Other than that, I had nothing. (I realize that's a lot compared to M*** and E****, but when you're 19 and everything has been taken care of for you, it's a scary place to be.) A few of my coworkers let me crash on their sofas for several months until I got back on my feet. Several MONTHS. I honestly cannot thank them enough, ever, for what they did for me. I would literally be dead from suicide if it weren't for them. And my father hated the fact that I was getting so much love from "worldly" people. *shaking head* You'd think he'd see it and soften, but no...had the opposite affect.
It really is scary when you think about it. Many of us are just one paycheck away from being there ourselves. It doesn't take much to devastate a life. With all the crap going on in my life lately, these situations still have a way of putting stuff in perspective, yanno? I'm pretty damn blessed when I really think about it.
Andi
ok, for the hell of it...i am going to post a link to my ex's new web page where you can buy demon summonings mats.
or watch him cast a spell for you at the low cost of 85 dollars.
from the book of job!
Me, I had to see that some of my better qualities also made me a great target. For instance: seeing the best in everyone. That has to go. Not a good trait.
Me too! I hate being cynical, and literally sometimes I have to force myself to do it. But you're right...I have to be careful because I always see the good in people...no matter where they came from. It takes a lot for me to see the bad, but if it's there, I'm learning to not hit the ignore button anymore. Hard lesson I'm still trying to learn. Trying being the key word.
Glad you changed your choices.
Glad you did too.
