i am so disgusted right now, more with myself than anything.. we have this big albertsons grocery store monopoly game going where i live.....the more of certain products you buy, the more tickets you receive.
not only are there instant winners, but then you enter codes on line.. ha....after 2 months, i've won $5.00 and a bottle of clorox beach.
i have spent more than i ever would have normally.
Yes I have. In 1987 I won a brand new 4WD suburu legarcy. It was an AFS raffle the ticket was 50 cents and I sold the car for NZ$15,000. I lived for nearly 2 years in England including a 6 month stint in Africa. This was a lot of dollars back then. It changed my life.
I have also won a Harrods huge christmas hamper complete with all the bozze and goodies inside. A colour TV. I figured that buy not buying raffle tickets when I was a child that I saved my luck up and won as an adult.
i am interested in finding ex-jw's from new zealand.
does anyone know if we have any posters here from that neck of the woods?.
That would be me. I am in Gisborne. Send me a PM. There is a "Steve" that posts here sometimes.
we, as elders, would every so often give a little talk about keeping the congregation clean and that if anyone felt the need to talk to us, to get whatever is bothering them off their chest, we would be readily available to them.
you'd be shocked to see how many would tell us some naughty things they were feeling guilty about.. i'm sure there were plenty of smart people who simply kept quiet and didn't say a word.. here's your opportunity to tell us what you wouldn't tell them..
All the time. Ran into a gay friend a couple of years ago and her story made me cough up my drink laughing.
She was called before the elders. The elders confronted her about smoking cigarettes, she was so relieved, she thought it was for sleeping with her new girlfriend. She just nodded her head and took the disfellowshipping, left home all without the family and congregation knowing about her lifestyle.
i was thinking, not counting those who are df'd for "conduct," it seems to me that there are two type of exjws that leave.
by this i mean the ones that woke up and came to their senses while still inside.
1. those who found doctrinal errors and couldn't stay with the lies.. 2. those who found that there was no love and left because of the betrayal of emotions, and realization that by this fruit you knew they were not the ones, their lack of love.
Good question. I left because it seemed like a fairy tale, just a fantasy for people to belive in. What do I believe in now? I don't belive in anything and I don't care about it. People seem to think its important to have a belief and I don't , it doesn't bug me. I have a great busy life and don't waste time think about unimportant (for me) things.
i wanted to post this as we have so many new ones on the board here - i thought they might benefit from some uplifting words from steve hassan's book " releasing the bonds " .
many newly exiting the jw 's feel lost , like they don't know what to do , or where to turn, what causes that ?
notice these quotes from steve hassan .. on pg.
Lets see I am 46 years old. Have 4 papers left for a Batcher of Business with a double major in Account and IT. 5 Chooks, two beehives like to sew my own clothes and just dug up a vege garden. Have a great set of friends social every weekend.
Do I have a purpose YES. Do I need more time to furfill my purpose YES
Sleep around more. Don't worry about the drugs, you will grow out of it eventually.
i would like to know what to mix strawberries with, any suggestions would be very much appreciated.
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Mix with a little (1tbsp)port, orange juice 2tbsp and icing sugar 2tsp leave until soaked. OR
Melt some good dark or white chocolate (I use a mirowave on low) and dip the strawberries in the chocolate. Pop in fridge to set
i would like to know what to mix strawberries with, any suggestions would be very much appreciated.
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Mix with a little (1tbsp)port, orange juice 2tbsp and icing sugar 2tsp leave until soaked. OR
Melt some good dark or white chocolate (I use a mirowave on low) and dip the strawberries in the chocolate. Pop in fridge to set
recently, there have been many elderly drivers in this area getting into serious accidents and causing fatalities and pressure is mounting for drivers to be scrutinized more.
some think drivers in their 80s should not be allowed to drive.
others say that elderly drivers should have to submit to yearly exams to insure that they are still qualified to drive.. what do you say?.
Yes they should. I work for a garage and they should not be driving. I race them to the car to get in the drivers seat. Its easy to win, but some of the old men have real trouble with a woman driving their car, they never have the courage to say anything just squirm in there seats and watch for traffic, give hints on how to drive better. Yet the reason I'm driving them is because they don't indicate, don't see bikes and ignore road signs especially the STOP ones.
"jehobo witnesses" lol crack myself up!
i remember from 1995 -2005 some brothers still wearing chocolate brown single breasted suits...bell bottoms, cream shoes, huge belts...stuff that hasn't been on sale for 20 years!
sisters in plade skirts from the 70's...they looked like they just stepped out of the "time machine.
I went to an assembly in London at the beginning of the 90's I think it could have been wembly. My parents were visiting from New Zealand and really wanted to go. So on with the heels and a "nice" dress (yuh yuh yuh) and drove them to it. I took no notice of the attendants and parked close so my parents didn't have far to go. I had forgotten how much I hated assemblies, but the thing I noticed was how the woman wore 70's clothes all modest with frills and high heels (just right for pushing the babies trolley in gravel) even some elastic waists.
My parents sat in the old peoples stand and I sat in a normal area, lasted 25 Mins before going to the pub to read Sunday papers. The queues for womans toilets was out on to the path, so I went to the mens. (common practice in clubs) going in brother stopped me to point out that is mens toilet. I gave him one, pointed out how unloving it was to make women with children wait outside while the mens toilet were being underused. I then proceeded to go to the toilet. I mention this because he had no idea how to handle the situation, he had no power, no respect, no real frame of reference to control my behavior.
It was like a time warp for me, nothing had changed. They looked dull and lifeless. The clothing could have been new or secondhand but it felt old as did people.
