Awesome post!!! You're rad :D
Loved the bread pan dent illustrations. The spanish speaking speeches are full of fun too D:
things i thought about during the memorial talk last night:.
i don't know if it was just the memorial i went to or if this was across the board, but it seems that the talk was dumbed down a bit more than it had been in the past.
not that it wouldn't surprise me if was dumbed down.
Awesome post!!! You're rad :D
Loved the bread pan dent illustrations. The spanish speaking speeches are full of fun too D:
i'm still thinking about this one but right now i've got:.
mr. nancy.
the lady jessica atreides.
LOL at Winnie the Pooh. I'd cuddle it to death.
1) Harry Potter- "You are SUCH a moron sometimes."
2)Shin Chan- "You are SUCH a slut."
3)Roger the Alien- Well, I have a friend who IS Roger, so I guess I got my wish granted. He even does voice impersonations of him!
I'm in a relationship with a small man, and I myself don't occupy too much space so.... I say yeah, size DEFNITELY matters. It's not a good feeling when you're half asleep and you fall into the ground because your SO and your pug are taking up all the space.
Also: farts.
a girly party..via avon calling?
two of their many parties:.
platinum princess party .
Agree with exwhyzee. Kids definitely become jaded if given too much.
I always love to see a spoil kid fall. Especially fall hard. I like to think it's karma, but then, karma might get me back from rejoicing in their temporary missery.
i just learned about this yesterday..i was amazed!.
i have a grown daughter that is a expert at this... .
dry begging:to ask for in an indirect and roundabout way.
Well, when my in-laws (whom I live with) make carne asada on the weekends, when the crazy weather allows, the little kids on our block like to swing around and literally swing in our fence while licking their lips and complementing the aromas. SO we always give them food. But just cuz they're cute :D.
When we had cookouts or picnics with the Kingdom Hall during the summer, my mom would always have to buy and prepare twice as much as her family would consume. Why? Well, lucky for her she's a really good cook, so all the brothers and sisters would dry beg for them sausages or ribs. Damn those ribs were good... and since she was the only who knew how to actually make ribs, yeah, my dad would often be fuming when he realized there were none left for him. Once, I had a cute boy flirt with me... just for me to find out he was lusting after my mother's weenies.
They were also creative. Yup. Dry begging, how I miss thee...
i had a sister who was a tenant in my house and her car was leaking oil all over my newly paved driveway before she moved in i had a condition on the lease that said if her car leaked oil she couldnt park there and i told here after she moved in that she was being deceptive to me when she said her car didnt leak oil she was good friends with a lot of powerful elders in the hall and would you believe they asked to meet with me 3 elders in the back room of the library because they said i had called this sister a liar i got out of it only after i produced a copy of the lease and pictures of the oil mess if i hadnt of had pictures maybe i would of been dfd.
The craziest reason was because I asked them too. I was a publisher and on the road to become a baptized little sister, but had had enough so I started seeing a worldly older boy and asked my parents to set up the meeting because I was no longer going to preach or pretend I was something I was not.
They agreed. But only because they were shocked. They had, for years, threatened their kids with two options: either keep pretending you're good and preach and receive book studies or talk to the Elders yourselves, because we sure ain't going to do it for you. They were that scared of the Elders.
here's mine :.
back in the early 90's we went to the sunday talk and wt study.. lo and behold, a friend from the 70's who was df'ed ( he had just been reinstated) was there along with his parents.
i had no idea that they would have been there.. one of my kids was getting sick, so my wife and i were up-down the entire meeting walking him around.
One of the worst, and the one that made me openly cry in silence, was one of those speeches that are supposed to be about bringing to light the needs of the congregation. That specific one was about homosexuals. The speaker was one of the most intolerant bigots I have ever heard ramble. I was shaken and convinced no matter what I was never going to be loved by God or my family and was going to make my mom very sad for not being resurrected if I died. I was around fourteen. And I was very confused. That speech set me back two years for me to admit who I truly am.
this has probably been discussed here before, but i'm new so sue me.. i think the religion of jehovah's witnesses has been an amazing but tragic social experiment proving that the mind is most vulnerable to brainwashing when it's in an unhealthy state.
it seems to attract the bipolar, schizophrenic, depressive, and the paranoid.
it preys on negative emotions like sorrow and fear.
It was more curiosity. Because the conversations always led to a 'whole new world' that was rid of disease after Armageddon, and complete with a matching set of cuddly lion cubs and whales to ride, I was driven by my mere curiosity of finding out how it would work out. Especifically, how in the world were we supposed to clean our planet, where were we going to live, who was going to resurrect (that witchy old lady? or the cranky old brother?), and to me more importantly, the secrets of the universe. I was also hoping I'd get told a couple of things, like who really killed Kennedy, and if there are aliens.
:p
i was terrible at prayers.
it was hard for me to talk to someone i can't see or hear.
everyone else put their heads down at the dinner table so i needed to do the same or i'll look suspicious.
I'm a girl, so I was never asked to pray outloud, but when we were at restaurants and they would bow their head down and close their eyes, I just looked around, and shook my head :p.
And when my mom would force me to do a silent pray, I'd just silently think of the most offensive thing I could think of. I was just never meant to be a good little lamb :p
Good stories though.
firstly a wedding/sales talk that mostly features heavily on how the woman should behave (hint, doormat) and lightly brushes over the fact of the husbands bevhaviour ( oh yeah he should treat her well).
the reception normaly at some crummy comunity hall with yellowed ceilings and chucks of damp plaster falling off the walls.
the seats normaly arranged facing eachother all around the edge, so that theres a huge unused space in the middle and everyone is climbing over everyone elses legs to get to their chair.. a big spread donated by everyone, normaly an ode to food poisoning.
I only went to one wedding (my parents' at our house) and a couple of receptions(all held in the same place).
My parents were lucky in that neither were baptized, but an elder married them. And it was held on our front yard :D I mean, it was a pretty big yard, three big tents with tables and chairs. We had music, courtesy of our wanna-be DJ brothers. We had ambience (our family dog roaming around during the ceremony and plopping himself down right next to my parents for the last fifteen minutes of it. I have proof. Best goof ever! And everybody was so mortified with the dog doing this, nobody bothered moving him :D). But there was no place for dacing, since it was grass and mud and yeah, heels don't go well with it, and our deck was decked with food and a huge homemade cake my poor mom had to bake that very morning. Details are fuzzy (kinda tipsy. My parents forgot my high school graduation was THAT same day, so I retaliated in the dumbest way possible), but yeah, it was pretty nice, pretty chill, and I had the cutest dress :D.
The receptions in the hall were a joke. Lame music, blinding white lights, no decorations at all, and a terrible attempt to hide a gigantic United States Flag on the front wall. Ooooh and when the two or three brothers or sisters who fancied themselves 'artistes' and would sing their renditions of the most popular Latin pop song of the moment? Yeah, we videotaped those. And the plays. The plays! The little ones would put on plays based on the Bible, and the acting and wardrobe malfunctions were pure gold. Thankfully, I wasn't good enough for those plays.
Oooh, I want to add something else: the fact that these weddings were evil in the way that for the teenagers, it also was a way to show who was the best catch. Whoever was on the dance floor dancing with the most opposite sex partners (we were allowed!) was obviously the most pious one. I think I got asked a grand total of three times. In all five years.