I haven't seen happy trails tea.
Roy Rodgers and Dale Evans
happy trails to you until we meet again
happy trails to you keep smilin until then
happy trails to you till we meet again
sleep eludes me.
she plays coy, then retreats, laughing as she looks back at me.
i vacate my disheveled bed with less than quiet resignation.
I haven't seen happy trails tea.
Roy Rodgers and Dale Evans
happy trails to you until we meet again
happy trails to you keep smilin until then
happy trails to you till we meet again
i was talking to one of my jw ex-friends today (we keep in contact every once in a while) and she was all excited telling me about the new arregment, a special meeting only for elders, their wives, pioneers and other sheep of "exemplary" conduct... (of course she was invited)..... something about one meeting from bethel that is going to be broadcasted to everyone at assembly halls and translated via radio for those who cannot speak english... is by invitation only (and they are "being discreet w the invitations to avoid offend the ones not invited") and they even gave them tickets they have to present at the door..... anyone has the scoop??
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their trying to manufactor some kind of excitement another ploy to get people thinking something is going to happen.
but when they end like that three times....it's strike three... or maybe it was strike #3,333,333.......but it is sad and painful for us both i know.....a person must be in a very very bad place to act like that in front a man you have loved and been intimate with for 15 years....and at that moment i am satan in front of her....a begging pleading attempting to reason satan...but still satan to her and her friends.....but this nice woman needs satan out of her life now....oompa.
i am not a bad person...i am not satan...i asked her why she thought i had tried so hard....told her that if she was in a burning building just how hard would she think i would try to get her out??
she did not like that analogy either...so i have started the painful process...the building is going to burn to the ground now....and i will never put her through that fingers in ears thing again.... and i will be fair and reasonable....and pay her the alimony and give her half....i could so be a satan to her in divorce....but i won't!...i can at least prove to them all that i am decent man...and not mentally diseased or satan.....and ahhhhh i feel good about that....plus both my boys are free now...
Even though it has not worked out well with your wife, you have your sons to be a father to and since they are out they will look to you for understanding and acceptance.
sleep eludes me.
she plays coy, then retreats, laughing as she looks back at me.
i vacate my disheveled bed with less than quiet resignation.
As the sun poured through the window and the birds tweeted Rip van Coco opened his eyes. It had been a long time since he had experienced that luscious feeling you feel when you've had that perfect night sleep. As he reveled in the feeling his hand suddenly felt a beard and the magic of the moment was instantly replaced by confusion and than a blush of fear. His thoughts raced backwards to that quaint little shop he stopped in yesterday......The lovely young woman who handed him a purple cannister of mystical dream tea, her captivating smile. The hairs on his arm bristled and he quickly dressesd and headed out to find the shop but as he drove around it seemed to have disappeared and noticing the date on a newspaper he realized three days had passed him by.
Returning home he stared at the purple cannister examining it closely but it held no clues. That night as he lay in his bed unable to sleep his eyes drifted over to the cannister his thoughts reminding him that to try it again would be crazy but as the night progressed and his restless body tossed and turned he put the kettle on and he reached for the mysterious cannister zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
do we have the right to judge god?.
this is an important question.
non-believers often become and remain non-believers because they judge that god is incomprehensible or malevolent, and therefore of dubious existence in the form believers claim.
There are so many different ideas on this planet about the god question. Everyone is born into some religion or not so you cannot assume that whatever you were born into is the correct answer just cause your family believes it.
So yes everyone has to make a decision about what to believe and what is truth and so therefore yes we do judge the whole concept.
i called the police and they brought the fire department and police to retrieve the post office package.
i found out that in the last month at least 2 other businesses got this type of package.
the white powder was in a plastic that was placed inside a pack of orbit gum.. the contents were taken and were then brought to the town postmaster.. wish me luck!.
bermuda is on my list
saw this poster on a website and i had to post it here.
i think it really shows the twisted way of thinking that witnesses have cultured into them.
they turn virtues into vices, and vices into virtues.
The bottom line with the gb is that anything anybody else says even with absolute tangible truth is really a iie and some satanic trick to destroy your future. They get increasing more insane as time goes by thinking their reality is the only true reality and if everyone says something is green and they say its red than all the greenies are tricksters and if you believe them you'll die forever. So of course all education must be wrong by virtue of the fact it didn't come from their twisted little gb heads.
i'm not what you would call a dog person.
of course, it's true that, next to the television's remote control, dog is man's best friend.
perhaps my justified ambivalence toward poochicus biteyourbuttabit is due to too many an untoward encounter with the snarling, hydrophobic malevolence of a fido, a rover, a rin tin tin, intent on my evisceration.
she was our beloved little oid lady cat
our love surrounded her
we did not want to part with that
trusting eyes and soft purr
soar to your new home and we shall meet again
in another time another place
she died oct 5, 2011
in a state of harmonic, suspended animation, i await patiently as a dissonance held for a seeming eternity quietly resolves into a soothing consonance that says all is right within my universe.. .
floating through space, enamored of aural and visual beauties that accompany the lone traveler sojourning through the ether ... supernal, glorious worlds beckon him, their holding in store treasures amassed long before he became aware of realities beyond his finite, terrestrial sphere.. .
wishing to be removed from the anxieties and paltry cares of existence upon this orb i call home, i have traveled to another dimension through a means ever at my disposal ... my imagination.. .
a house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.
Ben Franklin
i called the police and they brought the fire department and police to retrieve the post office package.
i found out that in the last month at least 2 other businesses got this type of package.
the white powder was in a plastic that was placed inside a pack of orbit gum.. the contents were taken and were then brought to the town postmaster.. wish me luck!.
Wow that is really strange. I hope you find an answer