i always add butter, brown sugar, pecans and marshmallows.
sometimes i whip them like mashed potatoes and sometimes i cut them in chunks.
any other ideas?
Nutritionally, sweet potatoes are a better choice. Some people use "yam" and "sweet potato" interchangeably, but they are not the same. I agree with the poster who said just bake them and let your guests top them as they see fit.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
SandraC
one rule our hall had was that families with young children should only sit in the rear of the hall.
if a baby got fussy, the attendant was to go to the mother and ask her to bring the child in the library or "backroom".. also, disfellowshipped persons were to sit in the back of the hall and if they talked to another df'd one in front of the congregation members, they were threatened with not being allowed to get reinstated and having a lack of humility.. did your elders make up certain rules in your hall?.
It sounds like there were some bright spots in that "horrible life!" You go, girl!
if everyone who is signed up for the sectret santa can post a few ideas of the sort of thing you like in here, when people receive their names they can come in here and look you up so get some ideas .
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Jewelry is the only acceptable item that requires storage because it's small, and one can never have too much. Otherwise, I would food or fragrance because they get used up.
Favorite colors: Purple, Blue, Red
Thanks.
SandraC
yesterday afternoon i took my daughter to a beauty school to get her first perm.
she has been wanting one for a while and i've been resistant until just recently after taking her to a school ice skating party and viewing her classmates...it was time to do this.
i watched her sit in that chair the whole time, watching her go through the process, she enjoyed the whole thing.
As a straight-haired person from a family where curly hair was considered the only "pretty" kind, I got perms from the time I was a single digit in age. It didn't seem to do any harm, not even psychologically.
Good for you and your daughter, Mrs. J. A gal should do what makes her feel good about herself.
Regards,
SandraC
I'm in Reno, avi. I was never a dub while here. When I was a dub, I was in Tennessee and Ohio. Nevertheless, if you're in town and are capable of enjoying the company of an old lady for a bit, I'd love to meet you. You can tell me all about Burning Man! I can make my friends think I'm dating a younger man.
Regards,
SandraC
it's mine, mine, mine!!
mine i tell you!
(that would be jehovah, in case you're interested.).
Fort Knox and the Black Hills of South Dakota as well as other places that don't come to mind presently sound like good places for Jehovah to visit. He's wasting his time at Kingdom Halls, if he goes every Sunday from now until his cult self destructs.
Regards,
SandraC
it is very tempting to ridicule the jw habit of setting dates for the end of the world/ armageddon/ great tribulation.
but prophecy has been a significant part of the judaeo-christian panorama.
there has also been a great deal of tension between "prophets" and "preists".. .
My understanding of what a prophet is must be different from yours. The prophets tell us what we're doing wrong and what the consequences are likely to be. Psychics and soothsayers make weird predictions which, from time to time, might come true by sheer coincidence.
That's my $.02.
SandraC
i was just sitting here laughing, thinking about how disapointed my father must be in me... what?
for figuring out it's all crap?
that's what tortures me the most, i really didin't want to let anyone down, but damn, how long could i lie to myself?.
Easier said than done, but don't worry 'bout it. It is so frustrating to realize that people are disappointed because you have honesty and integrity -- the real kind from within, not imposed by some narcissistic, arbitrary, authoritarian autocrats. You have to live with yourself, buddy, not your dad. That's the ultimate reward.
Ever your admirer,
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
