Blonde-red or red-blonde. Such fun! Be sure to post before and after pics!
Hugs,
SandraC
i'm really ready for a change.
my hair has been the same for two years now and i just want something different.
i would do it pink or whatever but i have an appointment with my hair cutter person (1 mile from my house) -- not my crazy color person (who is two hours away) .... this one has colored my hair twice and does a great job but she is just not one to do crazy off the wall things.
Blonde-red or red-blonde. Such fun! Be sure to post before and after pics!
Hugs,
SandraC
so since no one picked up the ball, after my thread on "your jw father".....here we go.... my mother (bless her heart) was born in kansas in 1926....her mother died in 1934, when my mother was 8 years old.
she died trying to give yourself an abortion with a coat hanger.
it was the "great depression".....she was 34 years old 4 kids and a 5th on the way...my grandfather would blow through town just long enough to "knock her up" and leave....no money....no hope.
My departed mother did not become a JW until years after I had ceased being one. She cleverly waited until she was too sickly to experience the exploitation many JW females experience. The JW's (very nice ones, my dad's boss and his wife) came and studied with my parents in the 1950's. My folks loved to impress people, and having a "Bible study" was a golden opportunity to kiss the boss's derriere. After my dad got a cushy federal civil service job, the study was discontinued. Unfortunately, I decided to join the JW's a few years after the study ended, thus keeping everybody on the JW radar.
My mother was the only child of two very loving, simple people who adored her above all else. My grandmother gave birth three times, once to a boy who was stillborn, once to a beautiful girl who died before her first birthday from a childhood illness, and my mother. Being the only surviving child and considered quite beautiful (A doctor offered to adopt her when she was a baby because he was the most beautiful child he had ever seen), she was overprotected, indulged, adored and spoiled to the point that she was quite in love with herself -- to a point.
My mother is a mystery to me. Obviously, she was mentally ill, but in strange and inconsistent ways. She was committed to cleanliness and perfectionism. I was the embarrassment of her life because I was extremely introverted (probably Asperger Syndrome) "crippled" and not so beautiful. My sister was her darling because she was outgoing, funny, curly haired, dimpled and physically perfect. My poor brother was adored because he was male, and having a male was pleasing to my narcissistic sperm donor. I was given to my grandparents so she wouldn't have to explain to everybody how such a perfect specimen as herself gave birth to something so pathetic.
So, the first 11 years of my life meant limited contact with my egg and sperm donors because of living with my grandparents and long hospitalizations (4 months in hospital from 8-11 months, 9 months in hospital at age 7). My grandparents actually loved and cared for me. I am so lucky! My brother and sister had to endure vacillating adoration and humiliation punctuated with abuse (I did, too, when "they" were around, but they mostly weren't with me). When I was 11 years old, I had to go live with my parents because my sister saw through the unfairness of my situation versus hers.
What I can't understand is why my mom chose to be abused and humiliated by my sperm donor when she could have had such a wonderful life. My grandparents would have sacrificed anything to provide her with education or anything else she wanted. She got married two days before her 15th birthday. I understand the teenage stupidity, but the stupidity did not end with adulthood. She was weak and dependent, but that's not how I saw her at the time because of her aggression within the household.
My folks had physical fights and dragged us into them. They called us kids names that people have never called Manson or Dahmer. We had to wear clothing that hid our bruises. My sperm donor was sexually abusive with me (never actually raped me, but always knew just when to back off). When he tried it with my sister, she reported him to my mom. She protested, but really knew the truth, and (according to my sister), would remind him in later years that she could have had him put away for a long time. They had this sado-masochistic game that kept going.
We are all screwed up, but I function much better than the other two despite the fact that the other two were never JW's. Like many other criminals, my folks saw themselves and benevolent and generous, and they often were, particularly to impress those for whom they did not have the contempt bred of familiarity which they harbored for their offspring and their parents. All of my male cousins adore my sperm donor. My mother was adored by almost everyone.
It is quite amusing to me that my mother turned dubdom on its head by rejecting it and then embracing it at a time when the JW's could be of service to her. Her congregation was quite unusual in that they actually made out a schedule for different sisters to come and look in on my mom, each one spending at least an hour with her each time. She was one smart cookie if she chose to be!
Still figuring it out,
SandraC
what we need: a themea "resolution"a dramaa list of talkssome publicationsinterviews
ideas?
suggestions?
It should be in a major city or several major cities on each continent. It would be wonderful if it could be held at the same time a JW district convention is held in the same town. There is no end of experiences that could be told. There are enough dramas on this very board to go on for years. My suggestion for a theme is would be something to do with real honesty and integrity, being true to oneself or practical applications of spiritual growth.
Regards,
SandraC
so what jw doctrines do you still agree with?
how about the trinity?
do you believe in hell?
I believe Armageddon happened invisibly in 1975 or 1925 or 1945 or 1919 or 1914 and earth is now and is still becoming a paradise (depending on which parts of said planet you spend your time). Therefore, there is no longer any need to be a dub because all goals have been met.
Regards,
SandraC
Every day I remind myself of how lucky we really are. Sometimes I remind others, too. My granddaughter doesn't like it. But that's okay. Eye rolling is one of the least painful forms of rejection.
Regards,
SandraC
just so you know, darin lost the election to city council.. .
we worked really hard the last 72 hours.
we walked neighborhoods, ran a phone bank, stood on the corner of a major intersection with campaign signs and waved to traffic.
That's too bad, JG. It's hard to break into politics, so don't be too disheartened. Your brother looks quite young, so he probably has bright prospects down the road a ways.
Thanks for keeping us posted.
Regards,
Sandra
i find funerals and wakes morbid and horribley depressing for all involved.
i just recently attented a celebration of someone's life, after their death.
it was wonderful.
At this point, I do want a mass said. I also want a good gospel choir to sing in a spirited manner some of the gospel songs I knew in childhood. I would like Jerry Lee Lewis' rendition of "I'll Fly Away" to be sung as people are leaving the graveside.
Everyone in attendance will be given information to access a web page or written material about what I have learned on my journey -- what I remembered and what I learned from it all. We should not take all of our wisdom with us to grave, nor our precious memories either.
Regards,
SandraC
my family have been members of the wts since the 1980's.
they never went to college,don't read any books besides watchtower material,have no hobbies,don't have any friends besides witness "friends",worked manual labor jobs all their lives,never questioned anything the wts changes,and have never looked into any other teachings besides the wts propaganda.
{ in other words: they are closed minded and not very inquisitive}.
Maybe it is not the kind of person one is, but whether or not something happens in a person's life to force him/her to question the borg.
In my case, I was a gung ho dub, but the life I had created was not working for me. I longed for a more fulfilling life and some self respect. I had done nothing wrong or against WT doctrine, but was constantly berated. At one point I was so angry, I got on my knees and confronted "Jehovah," asking why he was so hard on me when I knew he was so easy on others. Oddly, a feeling of peace washed over me, and I felt accepted for who I was by the very One who supposedly found me wanting. When I thought about it, "Jehovah" had never expressed any displeasure towards me directly. Only arrogant SOB's claiming to represent him had. It was confusing, so I got away to think. The more I thought the further I got from the borg.
Are there others who exited because they simply could not tolerate the life they were living?
Regards,
SandraC
funny how life can be.. you chase your dreams, mean well, do your best to live large, and twist life bu the nipples; but there's only so many hours in a day, only so many days in a week, and only 365.25 days in a year.. i realize i'm swamped.
i find myself rolling around like a big fat chicken on wheels that has been separated from his head quite suddenly.. i think i have become the victim of my own success.. the more you have, the more maintenance and upkeep you have to procrastinate.. i'm only a man, i can only avoid so much work!.
barely got the boat winterized before the cold, evil fingers of minnesnowta's dominant season could work their frigid havoc, boy, i am starting to wonder if i am really 'boat people.
Roller, I can SO relate to what you're saying. I have rid myself of a lot, but there's lots more. Big stuff is easier to get rid of than small stuff. I have more room because of ridding myself of excess furniture. My garage is my nightmare now. Every weekend I think to myself, "I could be out doing something fun and enlightening if I were not dealing with all of this stuff !"
I believe the Shakers had a hymn that went something like "'Tis a gift to be simple, 'tis a gift to be free..."
Yours in creating more freedom and resetting priorities,
SandraC
lets have some fun and title your very own copy of the awake or watchtower magazine.
i'll start off with a couple of my own :.
lend your money to jehovah to gain everlasting life.
The 12-Woman Governing Body end Door-to-Door Ministry in Favor of World Wide Web Outreach Program
JW Physician and Social Services Missionaries Sent Out to Feed the Hungry and Heal the Sick