That is a beautiful baby, congratulations to you and your family!
Chris
hey friends,.
my sixth grandchild was born last week.
my daughter had severe preeclampsia so the delivery was an emergency.
That is a beautiful baby, congratulations to you and your family!
Chris
there was no way today was going to be a good day.
our little girl was experiencing separation issues with her bio family and spoke them non-stop from the time the car pulled out of the driveway, to my wife's work to the front door of her school.
"my momma has my...my momma gives me...my momma took me to...my daddy showed me...my daddy gave me...my daddy did..." i tried distracting her with eye-spy games which led to, "my momma saw a.." i couldn't seem to take her mind off what was bothering her and when i left her at the door to her classroom she was weeping.
I'll have to look that up, HL. I tried to pull it up online but it didn't come back with anything on the website. We never took the railroad when we lived in Denver, it's something I always wanted to do.
Chris
there was no way today was going to be a good day.
our little girl was experiencing separation issues with her bio family and spoke them non-stop from the time the car pulled out of the driveway, to my wife's work to the front door of her school.
"my momma has my...my momma gives me...my momma took me to...my daddy showed me...my daddy gave me...my daddy did..." i tried distracting her with eye-spy games which led to, "my momma saw a.." i couldn't seem to take her mind off what was bothering her and when i left her at the door to her classroom she was weeping.
There was no way today was going to be a good day.
Our little girl was experiencing separation issues with her bio family and spoke them non-stop from the time the car pulled out of the driveway, to my wife's work to the front door of her school. "My momma has my...My momma gives me...My momma took me to...My daddy showed me...My daddy gave me...My daddy did..." I tried distracting her with eye-spy games which led to, "My momma saw a.." I couldn't seem to take her mind off what was bothering her and when I left her at the door to her classroom she was weeping. I gave her a hug and a kiss and told her I loved her very much and would see her after school. It hit me hard just as I opened the double-doors to go to the parking lot: I really don't have the skills necessary to help this child! I need a degree in counseling to know what to say. I need a teaching degree to help her learn. I need a wand to wish away her hurts. I have none of those, but I can roller skate.
The Mrs had a light surgery schedule and got picked up first. She got into the car, sneezed four times, put her hand on top of her head and moaned, "Oh god." I said, "Gee, honey, that sounds like you have the plague." She growled at me. After picking up the rugrat from school who was still in sulk mode, I took us home, installed my wife on the couch, put the remote to the TV in her hand, placed a bowl of soup on the coffee table, dosed her with Nyquil, grabbed the kid and off to the skating rink we went.
It took me three tries to get her skates in the right size. Before we left the house I asked my wife what size shoes our daughter wore and I now know she said, "Why?" I thought she said, "Nine." She fell so often I thought she would want to quit during the first ten minutes, but her demeanor changed when a little buzzbomb went whizzing by her that had to be her same age. "I wanna go that fast," she said. "Okay squirrel, you will. I promise, trust me?" She nodded and followed my lead. From the carpet on the side of the rink, around the tile in the snack area while grabbing the tables and finally into the rink itself. One hand in mine, one on the wall and fall after fall after fall. She never quite hit the floor all the way before I stood her up again. A thousand encouragements and plenty of 'Atta-girls' later she wanted to go it alone - all around the rink with me on the other side of the wall, close enough to reach out to, but far enough away to not, "slow her down." She even went into the 'bumps' section of the rink - four times.
There was no way today was going to be a bad day.
a couple of jws came to my door last saturday.
i knew one of them from my old congregation.
i am da'd, and thanks to a nosy jw lady who happens to work at our bank, the elders have our new address (they told me that's who they got it from).
I read your post and understand your desire to be left alone by those folks at the hall, but like the previous posters I can't past the part about the witness bank lady passing on your info to anyone, let alone a flippin elder or two. If you are here in the US that is a major violation what with all the identity theft running rampant. You have the right to the expectation of privacy, especially from a bank organization that you pay to hold onto your money. I mean how do you REALLY know that the people she passed your personal info to won't use it for some nefarious purpose (other than idiot elders banging on your door)?
I'd write a letter to the branch manager and outline the circumstances (name the witless bank lady and the people, that you know of, she passed your personal information onto) and demand to know in writing what the bank was going to do to remedy the situation. I would state that if a satifactory response is not received, say in ten days, a report would be filed with local law enforcement and if need be the FBI, Secret Service, Federal Trade Commission, FDIC, Federal Reserve, Social Security Administration and the US Postal Inspectors office. Just for kicks throw in the Better Business Bureau, not that that would do any good but many banks belong to them.
I'm not a big believer in most 'conspiracy theory' stuff in this world, but I've seen some personal friends devastated by identity theft and it's not pretty what they had to go through to get their lives back. I wish you all the best whatever you decide to do.
Chris
i started thinking about this earlier this evening while reading the 'what's for dinner' thread.
then around midnight i posted on the 'did we land on the moon' thread about a 24 hour restaurant and it hit me: i'm hungry.. i'm a late night eater.
i rarely go to bed before 2 or 3 most nights and then it's up at 6 and out the door to start the new day.
I started thinking about this earlier this evening while reading the 'What's for dinner' thread. Then around midnight I posted on the 'Did we land on the moon' thread about a 24 hour restaurant and it hit me: I'm hungry.
I'm a late night eater. I rarely go to bed before 2 or 3 most nights and then it's up at 6 and out the door to start the new day. Been that way with me for years. During the day I eat two meals, lunch and dinner. Don't ask me to breakfast unless you want to watch me drink a glass of water while you eat. But if you want to grab some late night grub, I'm there.
It's tough being a hungry person at 'abnormal' hours in Oklahoma. They really do roll up the streets and tuck them away after 10 pm and only unroll them again when the dawn breaks. The choices are limited in these parts. For years we only had Denny's and a couple of cafes that tasted good only if your taste buds were sufficiently drowned by 3.2 beer. It's just been in the past few years that some of the major chains have added late-night hours, but some of that stuff hardly qualifies as food in the daylight much less after midnight. My choices are: Denny's; IHOP; McYuck; Taco Bell; Taco Mayo (like Taco Bell but instead of advertising using a chihuahua, they cooked him); Wendy's (sometimes, I think their hours are contingent on how late the manager wants to stay open); Krispy Kreme (I think they're open, the 'fresh donuts' light is always on) and What-a-burger.
When I lived in Denver I knew that I could find something to eat at pretty much anytime of the day or night, not so here. So hook a (former) brother up and let me know what nightowls, if any of you are, can find to eat in your part of the world.
Chris
p.s. I found a Lean Cuisine in the freezer and a snack pack of Teddy Grahams
Hortensia wrote:
You left off the most important one:
Moons over My-Hammy at Denny's. Anyone for a late-night snack at Denny's? I'm buying!
Chris
was yesterday.
it went reasonably ok, i didnt make any effort to speak to my parents instead i went and chatted to other family members i havnt seen in years.
i also had hubby's mum and dad there too for support.
I am so sorry for your loss of your nan. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth that you weren't treated better throughout this time. You deserve so much more from your family during your mourning.
My sincere condolences,
Chris
we went shopping this afternoon, my two little girls and i, on the way home, they were both excitedly talking about halloween.
my youngest, who is seven, lets out this comment that nearly had me veering off the road with laughter.
she said, "i know what i want to be for halloween already, a jehovah's witness" well, i started to laugh right away, my eldest girl asked her why, she says, "they knock on people's door all the time and they are really scary".
I love that your kids are sooo smart and see the humor in the idea of even being a jw! That's going to be one of the moments you guys can look back on, giggle at and treasure always. That totally trumps my idea of superglueing a long grey sock to my ankle biters nose and having her go as an elephant. j/k
If she doesn't change her mind between now and the 31st you should steal one of the blank wacktower or asleeps from the photoshop threads and put something relevant to halloween on it like:
CANDY: Is it really the most important meal of the day?
PARENTS: Will giving my child extra candy help her make better grades?
I'm sure you can come up with something better!
Chris
mine was an old fiat 127, i bought it 1983 and it was at least fifteen years old then!
the seats were vinyl and there were no rear seatbelts so i could send my girlfriend and her sister flying with each bend in the road!
it wouldn't go above 55mph and was rattling like rollercoaster when it finally got there.. the rear window fell out and it finally croaked in puff of blue/black smoke.
An 81 beige honda accord stick shift. Bought it in 87 and drove it until the rubberband broke.
I want that kind of gas mileage again!
Chris
i just read in the live forever book, 1990 edition: "there will be only one organizationgod's visible organization that will survive the fast-approaching "great tribulation.
" it is simply not true that all religions lead to the same goal... you must be part of jehovah's organization, doing god's will, in order to receive his blessing of everlasting life...".
in print!
That little tome was the one I was required to study for my dunkage. I was never very good at following directions....
Chris