you can thank the watchtower society for this.. here is an email from my hosting company:.
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I clicked on page 5 and then very quickly hit the "STOP" button on my internet toolbar. I was able to read some of the posts as it stopped the page before it was being redirected. Not much to read really, but...
Gerard - please edit your post on that page and get rid of your geocities link. It's screwing up the page.
i just thought these poor guys deserve our thoughts.
i hope they recover.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/4808836.stm
*cringe*
What a sad story.
I hate to say this, but people that join clinical trials like this really sign their lives away. They are human guinea pigs. Trust me, before anything was put into their bodies, they signed a TON of papers that said they understood the risks that would come with being a guinea pig. They can't and don't go into this blindly. This was the extreme outcome, but they cannot say they were NOT warned about it.
Having worked for a pharma company and having friends in third party clinical research, I would NEVER enter a first phase trial like this.
okay well the good news is i have joined the gym!
i feel motivated and energised!
hurrah.
I used to think it funny that the gym's would always have those huge mirrors so you could stare at yourself while you lifted weights. Why would you want to stare at yourself while you were sweating like a pig and grunting like a warthog?
But several years ago I joined a gym and hired a personal trainer. (This was back when I was employed and made good money! ) He was this BEAUTIFUL brawny black man from Africa with gleaming white teeth and crow's feet on his face because he smiled so much. On top of the fact that he had this lovely, lilting African accent. He was the most encouraging, insightful trainer that took into consideration my slight stature, but didn't let me use it as my excuse to not push myself. Did I say he was beautiful? His name was Kashmir and I LOVED working out simply because of him. LOL! But he taught me that your body form and movements were just as important as what weights you lifted and how often. Thus the mirrors were really one of the biggest training tools I had. Was I standing with my feet set far enough apart? Was I standing straight? Am I moving my arms slow enough to prevent injury? Are my arms moving forward or out?
Miss Peaches, I'm sure here in a few weeks you'll find yourself losing an inch or two here or there and your motivation will kick up a notch or two simply based on that! Best of luck! (Maybe you're luck will be better if you hire a cute Kashmir???)
day all!
owyergoin?
s your weekend going?
In the given list, the only two that I'm fearful of is:
The death of a partner. (Just the thought of it makes me well up. I know it would be devastating.)
The big "C". (I fear this because it's an issue in my family. The chances of me contracting it are fairly high.)
Spiders (Give me a snake anyday!)
Enclosed spaces (I have major claustrophobia. Mozz and I were playing around the other day and he closed the closet door on me while I was in it. Immediately my heart starts racing and my throat closes in fear. Ughs. HATE closed spaces.)
warning: the following contains a lot of techno-babble so if you hate it just know i got it working again .
ok first the computer crashed big time .
then i crashed trying to get it up and working again.
*wha wha wha wha wha*
(as in Charlie Brown's teacher's voice)
I didn't understand much other than you're back and you did a lot of knitting when you were gone.
I'm glad you're back. Your presence was definitely missed!
ok, so i'm at the dentist this afternoon - nothing major, just something i've been putting off for a while - and the dental assistant is doing her thing with my teeth - my mouth is wired open (i think i was able to tune into radio transmissions for a while) - and i've got my eyes closed, my glasses off, trying to relax in the chair, while listening to the piped in muzak.. suddenly, i can tell she's really getting into her work - she's leaning against my face and getting quite vigorous about whatever she's doing to my tooth.
then it dawned on me.... ummm... hello.... your breast is in my eye!!!
except my mouth is frozen and wired so that all that's coming out is unintelligible garble... and drool (from being wired open, not because it's the least bit "interesting").. so i'm thinking to myself, if i push her away from my face, she looks the type that would clock me for sexually harassing her... if i say anything to her about it, she'll be embarrassed and might screw up my tooth... if i wait a couple more minutes, she'll be done and i might have an interesting story to share with mr scully... finally, it occurs to me that they said i could give them a signal to stop what they are doing.
Good thing Mr. Scully isn't on a judicial committee for you.
"Did her breast touch your eye or brush the eye?"
"Was it her left or right breast?"
"Did you touch the breast?"
"Did you have an orgasm when the breast made contact?"
"Do you dream about the breast now that you're not in the chair?"
not many people will have faced this situation, but i know at least one brother who was counselled on backpacking.
it was said that he would be damaged spiritually.. how would he get to the meetings in countries he travelled in?.
what if he was 100's miles away from the nearest hall?.
Willy,
He was told repeatedly that he could not be considered for apptmt to MS because of this prolonged absence.
Maybe that was his plan.
Andi
we just got a resume in the office (did i mention that i got a new job about a month ago - can't remember) any way this couple applied for an apartment managment team job.
the resumes were faxed in: handwritten on lined paper (our admin person says they must have a handwritten font on the computer).
she has one time frame 1997-2003 that lists her occupation as "housewife" during the same time period he has listed "went fishing in alaska with father in law.
Aw come on you guys. Lighten up a little. These people are doing the best they can with what little knowledge they might have. You have to give them an A for having the courage to at least apply, with so few skills to fall on. I think high schools should prepare students better with teaching them how to fill out a resume or how to apply for jobs, dress, manners, grooming, etc. This is a societal issue, not just a personal one.
not many people will have faced this situation, but i know at least one brother who was counselled on backpacking.
it was said that he would be damaged spiritually.. how would he get to the meetings in countries he travelled in?.
what if he was 100's miles away from the nearest hall?.
Have you had or heard of any experiences of brothers or sisters who have gone back packing or travelling and be counselled for it?
I can't say I've heard anything about getting counseled for backpacking. But I do know that ANYTIME we were out of town for family reasons or vacation, that skipping a meeting would just be out of the question. We ALWAYS found the local KH to visit.
Today, when my husband and I travel, we do not feel the terrible guilt or shame in not attending a church. We aren't there because someone is keeping track of us or guilting us into it. We are there because we want to be. And we sincerely miss it those times we are out of town. And when we do go camping or backpacking, we feel so close to God out in nature. There really isn't anything like it.
i just bought a small bottle of alcohol and made me a drink.
damn, it sure was strong.
i'm about drunk.
*giggle*
You ol' lightweight! You'd make a cheap date.
