Congratulations Jayhawk! Hope everything goes exactly the way you want it to in your marriage.
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well to those who have decided not to leave.... in thirteen more days i will be married.
jessica and her daughter have moved their belongings to my house.
the final plans are being made regarding our wedding party.
Congratulations Jayhawk! Hope everything goes exactly the way you want it to in your marriage.
COMF
One of the funniest (because it's so spot-on true) illustrations of the difference between men and women is a story called "Of Mars and Men" that somebody emailed me a long time ago. For those who've seen it, I apologize for the repetition (yeah, I know, it comes around in my email again every time another internet newbie adds me to her address book), but here it is:
Let's say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Ann. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves.
They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anyone else. And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Ann, and without really thinking, she says it aloud; "Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly 6 months?"
And then there is silence in the car. To Ann, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself:
Gee, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.
And Roger is thinking:
Gosh. Six months.
And Ann is thinking:
But hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either.
Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so are we moving steadily toward...I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we moving toward marriage?
Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?
And Roger is thinking:
so that means it was...let's see...February when we started going out, which was right after I took the car to the dealer's, which means...lemme check the odometer...Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.
And Ann is thinking:
He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed - even before I sensed it
- that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.
And Roger is thinking:
And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.
And Ann is thinking:
He's angry. I don't blame him. I'd be angry too. God, I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.
And Roger is thinking:
They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty. That's exactly what they're gonna say, the scumbags.
And Ann is thinking:
Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl, romantic fantasy.
And Roger is thinking:
Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their...
"Roger," Ann says aloud.
"What?" says Roger, startled.
"Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have...Oh God, I feel so..."
(She breaks down, sobbing).
"What?" says Roger.
"I'm such a fool," Ann sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."
"There's no horse?" says Roger.
"You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Ann says.
"No!" says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.
"It's just that...it's that I...I need some time," Ann says.
(There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.
"Yes," he says.
(Ann, deeply moved, touches his hand).
"Oh Roger, do you really feel that way?" she says.
"What way?" says Roger.
"That way about time," says Ann.
"Oh," says Roger. "Yes."
(Ann turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse.
At last she speaks.
"Thank you, Roger," she says.
"Thank you," says Roger.
Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.
The next day Ann will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.
Meanwhile Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Ann's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say:
"Norm, did Ann ever own a horse?"
my vote's for lb!!!
lol .
"god is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.
Been very busy, E, and not all of it work-related, either. Believe it or not, I'm in love! LOL
Tell you guys all about it one of these days. Nobody could be more surprised than me.
my vote's for lb!!!
lol .
"god is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.
What absolute morons you people are. LOL
What's that date, again?
it is almost crawfish season.
would anyone be interested in an aposta-crawfest here in the dfw area?.
before i start doing any legwork on this i would like to get a head count.. "as every one knows, there are mistakes in the bible" - the watchtower, april 15, 1928, p. 126 .
I'll have a bite of this 'un, since I also didn't make it to Valisfest. I know the restaurant, having driven by it uncountable times when I lived in Irving (I used to shop at the Kroger across the street and get my latte fix at the Starbucks a couple blocks away). Seems like I recall that I ate at Rockfish once, but if so it didn't make a great enough impression to stick in my mind.
Figure on new girlfriend Debra (a non-JW who knows only what she's heard from me about JWism) accompanying me.
COMF
where do you go to meet a good man?
don't want to go to a bar, where all the men are drunks.
don't want to date anyone i work with anymore, it's too awkward.
Hey, bee, I'm not going to try to talk you into something you don't want to do, but for I will put in a comment for your consideration.
I don't go to bars much at all. I don't go to church, either. I've used internet personals ads for a few years now, since about 1997. At first I was just looking for interesting women to spend time with. Yes, I wanted sex, but that was only a part of the whole picture; I wanted companionship as well. I wasn't looking for love, and I was honest about that with the people I met. In fact, I did not believe there was such a thing as a soul mate, and figured most people did the best they could with somebody from their home town who was acceptable enough to tolerate in the same house.
Well, in spite of my resolve to stay single the rest of my life and just have a bunch of good friends who enjoy a no-ties-attached romp in the sack, love has reared its head and licked me on the cheek. This lady who responded to my personals ad has all the makings of a soul mate, to my great surprise.
Personals can work. You just have to have your head together and a good eye for poseurs.
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slag off us brits?.
i read all these posts (mainly by a couple of cuddly norwegians) about how the us needs to get it's act together, then there's a flurry of ripostes, the occasional nasty dig, a few generalisations and then the whole thing peters out until some bright spark feels the urge to start off the mischief once again.. well, im sick and tired of belonging to a perfect race and living in a perfect country.
the uk obviously has the best economy, the best soccer teams, the best monarchy, the best teeth, the best cuisine, the best weather, the best tv, the best armed forces, the best penal system, the best paranoids,.
Why would it be the Americans stagging you off? It's the vikings' job to categorize entire nations.
it is indeed strange, yet understandable to observe the "kneejerk" reactions you get when you point out possible .
flaw's with the mighty us of a, "god's own country".
even from people who should have learned not to have that .
Hi, Norm! You said:
It takes me about an hours drive and I am in Sweden, another 5 hours Denmark another couple of hours I am in Germany
I drive twenty or thirty minutes every day from my home in a North Dallas suburb to my office in the heart of downtown Dallas. :)
I thought it would be interesting to compare some of my own travel figures with the ones you quoted. I don't know these distances off the top of my head; I turned to Yahoo Maps for help.
A few years back I dated a woman who lived in Mena, Arkansas. I lived in San Angelo, Texas at the time. She drove to meet me first, and then we took turns either driving back and forth or meeting halfway (in Dallas). The distance from one place to the other is 565 miles, a 12 hour drive.
I drove up to Mena to pick up the cutie, and together we drove to Tennessee to attend the Appalachian Folk Festival. 1000 miles, 18 hours.
I spent a week with a girlfriend at her family's cabin up in the Rockies, at Eagle Nest, New Mexico. 585 miles from San Angelo, a 10 hour drive.
A band I was in once drove from Houston to Wisconsin to play at the wedding of a relative of one of the band members (a labor of love). 1385 miles, 26 hours (if you drive nonstop).
About twice a year I fly from Dallas to Seattle, Washington to visit my son and his wife. Yahoo lists the driving distance as 2,464 miles... but of course, it's a little straighter than that as the 747 flies. At any rate it's half a continent away from Dallas in two directions, as it's due northwest.
A couple of weekends back I drove down to visit my mom and sister in Kerrville, Texas. 326 miles, 6 hour trip. Slipped on down into San Antonio to go skating while we were there. Tack on another 30 miles.
This coming Friday morning my girlfriend and I are taking a long weekend (four-day) trip to visit her parents in Missouri. 600 miles, 10 hour drive.
I've been to Canada via International Falls, Minnesota. From here in Dallas it would be 1,280 miles, a 24 hour trip. But I made that trip while I was living in Hermitage, Tennessee, so it was actually only 1,100 miles.
Well, I haven't said anything about my trips to Mesa Verde and Durango, Colorado, or to Mount Rushmore, or how I bought the mother of my children a ring made of "Black Hills gold" when I was in the Dakotas, or lost my virginity at the age of 14 in Mexico. But maybe I've made a point without all that.
Still and all, though, Kent is right: I don't have a passport.
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it is indeed strange, yet understandable to observe the "kneejerk" reactions you get when you point out possible .
flaw's with the mighty us of a, "god's own country".
even from people who should have learned not to have that .
How many percent of Americans do own a passport? In Norway it's close to 100%, just to take one example.
And in Norway, Kent, how far do you have to travel to enter another country? Is it as far as, say, Oklahoma is from my home? Or Louisiana? How about New Mexico? To get to another country, do you have to travel as far as I do to get to Colorado?
I believe you would enter another country making a drive as far as from Dallas to Houston, my friend. We don't have to have passports for that kind of travel.
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------------------- when the fecal matter hits the fan!
the book of malachi is addressed to the priests of israel after the time of judgment when the babylonians destroyed the nation.
but, in reality, the prophecy applies to the anointed priests of the christian era who are similarly in a legally binding covenant relationship with jehovah god.
Still calling for the death of those you envy, eh? And now you've added a new fun topic... dung. That follows logically.
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