i got new glasses today with progressive lenses and transitional lenses get darker outside.
trying to get used to them.. anyone out there that has these and will it work i have a 30 day guarantee and return policy from lens crafters to go back to the old bifocal.. go back to the eye doc wed. to recheck for glaucoma.
at least it is not a blur anymore for the 12" from my face forward.
Call me a wimp, but I still can't wear mine. I have progressive lens bifocals, and I got so nauseated and disoriented feeling when I moved my head, on stairs, etc that I gave up and went back to the 20+ pairs of dimestore reading glasses all over the house. My distance vision is good.
I gave it a good try, I think. The optometrist said when I need them bad enough, I'll try harder.
did anything exciting or alarming ever happen at your hall?
i remember only funny incidents, like one brother getting up there with his zipper down.
(i knew alot of brothers after that felt no shame to actually check down there before going up on the podium!
This is not very exciting, but at the time was a Kodak moment. I was sitting in the meeting, wiggling a loose tooth, and it came out, flew over Sister H's head and landed on the floor. I dropped to my knees and did a frantic military crawl under the seats to retrieve it, because that tooth was worth a quarter! Got in trouble, of course, for misbehaving.
(There is no tooth fairy, of course, but my mom always swapped the tooth for a quarter in the night).
I don't remember this, but I am told that once while being dragged to the bathroom for another spanking, I was yelling, "DON'T HIT ME AGAIN! PLEASE DON'T HIT ME AGAIN!" which produced an even worse spanking. This story is still told proudly by my mom.
After I left, there was an elderly guest speaker from a nearby town who slumped and died at the podium. My mom said everyone remained respectfully in their seats while the 'brothers' did cpr, and the ambulance came. Then they had the watchtower study. That's hard to believe.
since we have heard many bad names for humans lately in the media, i thought it would be fun to hear what we call our pets..... i have two large male (one in tact) dobermans and they are called an answer to: lovies, darlings, gooies, babies and bad boy loves.. what do you call your pets?.
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I have a cat officially named 'Lucky'. That gets adulterated into "Ducky" and then the inevitable "Duckman" or "Duckster". My husband calls his cat, (real name"Smokey",) "Pokey" in a high pitched baby voice that causes me to nearly gag. I wish he'd talked half that nice to our daughter while she was growing up. (oops, my own fangs are showing now! Sorry, bad mood)
Our white cat is "Snowball". Nicknames: Noballs and Whiteboy.
Enough of our zoo for now.
I hate insomnia.
when i was an unbeliving husband my ex had a serious health issue (cervical cancer) and lots of "sisters" would bring my three kids and i lots of meals.
it was one of the things that really impressed me.
anyone know if things like that are still done?
My elderly, sick "faithful" parents have had lots of meals brought to them by their friends from the hall. I think it's kind hearted folks doing the right thing. I'm sure there are some people at the hall that don't participate in helping with their meals, just like at my Methodist Church.
i was converted in the early 1980's.. warlock .
Born in, 3rd generation. Never baptized, left at 18. Still on good terms with most family/friends but not close. Elderly 'faithful' parents.
and that's all i know.. he was 101 and appointed as a governing body member in 1977.. .
http://www.jehovahs-witness.com/6/97874/1.ashx.
yesidid.
Mouthy, thanks for your always sane and balanced posts. I hope when my elderly parents (faithful witnesses) die, they will be judged on their good intentions, kind hearts and sincere loving spirits.
last monday my husband, a nice guy, after ranting for a bit about terrorists, came over to me, to kiss me i thought.
he hit my head and then started to choke me, shouting "be healed.
" i managed to get away from him and he kept yelling "be healed" and saying that i was bewitched and had put a curse on him.
Hortensia, hugs from me, too! I can imagine a similar event here at my home, as my husband has been pretty unstable, unpredicatable, and armed to the teeth, too. I admire your courage and hope you've talked to an attorney. I think divorce is a good legal move. That will separate you legally, and financially. Too many of us are immobilized......
at my school (community college), throughout the week, there are always two dub ladies off to the side of the main path where the bookstore and academic offices are located.. they usually get there in the morning and bring some folding chairs and a table where they place the tower and awake rags, among other things.. anyway, i usually take a break near their "spot," since it's close to the cafeteria.
i have never seen them try to talk to anyone.
they just watch people pass by while they talk to each other.. good job, dub ladies.
Personally, I woundn't "mess" with them, as once I was an unhappy reluctant magazine peddler. My guess is they don't want to talk to anyone. They may have their own misgivings about the material, or are fearful of a confrontation. If it were me, I'd give brief smile and nod daily, and watch their back for them. If they ever approached you, you could say, "I see you out here almost daily. I appreciate that you don't try to monopolize my time. I'm not interested in your PRODUCT but I do keep an eye out for your safely. Have a good day!"
Nancy of the 'dragged out in service as a shining example to others class
she just told me last night that she has a part.
it is with her dad.
she will be talking about a music teacher "making fun" of her for not participating in singing holiday songs.
I remember being 'used' in the program at assemblies a couple of times. She'll hear about how priviledged she is be used as an example for other Christian youth (am I the only one who cringes at the word "Youth" or, even worse, "Youths"?) I remember preening a little at the idea of sitting on the platform and feeling pretty self-righteous. When I became old enough to get baptized but was a hold-out, those parts disappeared, thank goodness.
My hometown cong. has a mass exodus over some scandal (?) and the society imported several families from the next county over to suppliment. Some moved, others drive. Add in a couple of the downsized Bethel boys....so now it's back to 50-60, I think. Max in the 70's was 80-100.
