Hi Mr Blue!
Where are you???
Hi Mr Blue!
Where are you???
hey you yankees and pommies rise and shine!!!
i've been waiting here all day for the onslaught of new topics to come rolling in... .
miss peaches - from waaaaay down under.....
DoofDaddy - I work for a Government department. Its full of lazy pubes (public servants) and I am a stinkin low life contractor. Loves it... I think that I figure out how choose your name. Doof - 3 day dance parties (or doofs). They are the worst in winter. We used to go out to events like that and keep a doona in the car. That way when the crowd got to much we could take time out snuggle up in the car talk some crazy crappola and rejoin the party!
Greendawn - maybe people will be posting now... I figure its around 9 or 10 pm in the states?
JeannieBeanz - I am going to start thinking up some atrocious scandal straight away.
Okay Maverick - its on like donkey kong! How's this poor Aussie Sheila meant to know that Yankee is insulting hey??? I got the term off your stinkin Yankee movies in the first place!
so i threw a party, lots of people showed, i had lots of food and drinks, dad made mixed drinks.
met lots of people old and new.
i think it turned out great.
You sound brighter today. I hope this is the start of things looking up for you honey. Glad to hear you had a fun time at the party!
i just read the listeners post about baptisms at the district conventions and didn't want to disrupt the thread.
i'm curious, why would someone allow their child to attend the kh or district convention and possibly be pressured into getting baptized?
agnes
Hi Agnes
This is something I don't understand either.
A friend of mine disassociated herself but still let her husband take her boy along to the meetings. After mummy stopped going he seemed so sad the poor little thing. It was strange that her little boy was still allowed to go to the meetings. But even stranger she kept attending Sunday meetings. I never quite got it.
those of you not df'd do you feel like me that i have bulls eye painted on my forhead just waiting for when the borg gets you?
Since I started fading the elders have tried to pin me down once only. They came to my house but I wasn't home. They then called my mobile and asked if they could meet me. I curtly thanked them for their interest and told them it wouldn't be necessary. They persisted I kept up with my retort and I haven't heard from them since.
I live my life I won't let that religon live it for me.
anyone who regularly reads this site is well aware of the sexual abuse scandals amongst jw congregations worldwide.
(for those not familiar, visit www.silentlambs.org).
not to make light of those who were sexually abused, but i think there is an epedimic of other types of abuse in the org.. how many here have been, or know of, someone who was "spanked" regularly and excessively?
In the cong I grew up in a 'sister' married a guy with 3 teenage children. Her own kids were all grown up married and moved away.
This lady gave the oldest girl the worst time. The poor little thing was about 15 at the time. For the slightest even imagined infraction of this horrible ladies high standards resulted in a beating so severe that the poor little thing sported black eyes and other assorted scratches, cuts and bruises. She had no qualms in sporting this kind of behaviour in front of anyone. I personally saw her punch, slap and scratch the little girl.
At the time I was about 19 or 20. I tried my best to befriend her. I ended up studying the young people ask book with her. (It was all I knew and I thought it was the best thing I could do) until after the bookstudy one night. We were having a cup-of-tea night (light supper at conclusion) and the little girl had been banned from eating anything. The wicked stepmother literally sat in front of her scoffing her face with cakes and biscuits etc. The poor little girl retaliated snatched a chocolate cookie and stuffed it into her mouth. Well the reaction that this got from her stepmother was the WORST display of child abuse in public. One of the 'brothers' pulled her off the child (mind you her own father stood by and let it all happen) and the little girl ran out of the house.
I left and called child services and informed them of what had been going on and the recent events. The little girl was picked up and they must have seen the bruises or something because they took her away.
I never heard from her again until a few years ago when she was at a shopping centre I was at. She walked up and just smiled and kept walking by. I don't know if she ever realised that I was trying to help her and she didn't want to bring up the past or what happened. It was the most disgusting display of chid abuse right there in the loving WTBTS organisation.
hey you yankees and pommies rise and shine!!!
i've been waiting here all day for the onslaught of new topics to come rolling in... .
miss peaches - from waaaaay down under.....
Aren't we the only ones up at this time?
I never quite get the time differences... sigh.
Okay doof daddy you can entertain me. Go on you New South Welsh man!!!
hey you yankees and pommies rise and shine!!!
i've been waiting here all day for the onslaught of new topics to come rolling in... .
miss peaches - from waaaaay down under.....
come on... play!!!!
I'm so booored at work and have been all day.
Entertain me!!!!
LOL
hey you yankees and pommies rise and shine!!!
i've been waiting here all day for the onslaught of new topics to come rolling in... .
miss peaches - from waaaaay down under.....
Hey you yankees and pommies rise and shine!!!
I've been waiting here all day for the onslaught of new topics to come rolling in...
Miss Peaches - from waaaaay down under.....
we all are identified by our names here on jwd.
some use their real names, and others pick a moniker that is their nickname or perhaps a few words from a song they like.. why did you pick your name?.
for instance,.
One time I was grocery shopping with a couple of Irish boys who were visiting for a while. Anyways we were in the fruit and veg section and the first thing they saw were all these peaches. They decided then that my name should be Miss Peaches. I love the name.
Looking back on it I discovered the reason why they felt the name was fitting... dirty irish boys!