After a long and deafening public silence, UADNA finally speaks!
How I have missed UADNA bulletins!
strangely enough, jesus never warned that "there will be wars and rumors of wars, but if the yellowstone caldera blows, we're toast.".
...and jesus' composite bride through the pages of the watchtower, never suggested that deeply-dipped dubs ought to move out of the area downwind of yellowstone, lest they be transformed in the twinkling of an eye into crispy monoliths.. but up here in the uadna orbiting space platform, things are different.
we're rational.
After a long and deafening public silence, UADNA finally speaks!
How I have missed UADNA bulletins!
They are wonderful when they leave me alone. ;)
"albert" was 55 years old, and the fifth-born of seven children.
i am the second oldest and babysat him often while he was growing up --- and while i was still at home.. yesterday, albert was out taking his usual morning stroll around his small town, when he collapsed on the sidewalk.
the doctors said it was a heart attack.
So sorry for your loss, satinka. While Ottawa wasn't nearly as cold as Manitoba was yesterday, your beautiful tribute to your brother warmed my heart.
i notice a trend that suggests that many ladies either have a one carat or bigger diamond ring or much smaller if any.. do you have a diamond ring and if you do, what size carat is it?
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The old fashioned way of deciding how much to pay for an engagement ring was two months' the gentleman's salary. Then it went to three months.
It seems to have evolved into much more than that. Personally, I don't like big flashy or gaudy jewellry - I prefer understated and elegant.
You in the market for one, minimus?
To answer your question, mine is a small cluster, probably no more than 0.2 ct. I love it.
this past week's wt study lesson was entitled: 'pioneering strengthens our relationship with god'.. under the subheading 'remaining in the full-time service' in par 14 the wt has the nerve to give this admonition to pioneers: .
'desiring to learn from jesus' example, a pioneer does well to keep in mind that the more material things he has, the more he will have to maintain , repair, or replace.'.
i don't think the gb or anyone in the writing department has the freedom to speak on giving adivce on the matter of 'material things' given the fact that wt has close to a billion dollars in real estate and loads of money in various bank accounts; given the fact that gb is currently building themselves new living quarters with who knows what sort of comforts and other amenities.
Considering the individuals in the Writing Department™ have *everything* provided for them, I agree that it's incredibly nervy of them to try to lecture Pioneers™ about enjoying the material things they have - and likely scrimped and saved for - especially when most of them followed the Writing Department™'s advice to stay away from higher education in order to enjoy a better standard of living.
i have no desire to sue anyone.
i was wondering if any of you try to find something to sue for?
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I have better things to do with my time and money. If people want to be jerks and assholes, it says more about them than it does about me. They are having their reward in full.
i was angry with my kid for questioning me.
i work, i pay the bills, i provide food, clothing and shelter for them.
instead of respect, i get attitude.
With remarks like the one you threw at your kid, is it any wonder that he has "attitude"?
Look at it another way. Suppose after saying that to your child, something awful happened, like him getting killed in a car accident. Are those really the last words you'd want him to hear from you?
Apologize.
You're the grown up. You're supposed to know better, and you're supposed to set the example for appropriate behaviour. Show him what that looks like so that he can learn from you.
Apologize.
this file is now being passed around by jws!
.. .they claim: ..
(" john specifically mentions apostates as among those of the antichrist by referring to those who went out from us, abandoning the christian congregation.
That's rich, coming from 8 million people who refuse to participate in the Lord's Evening Meal, i.e., rejecting the blood and body of Jesus.
thus asks my beloved and slow-on-the-uptake jw hubby, who is finding it increasingly difficult to drag himself out the door.
so far, i've tried to avoid sarcastic comebacks (i'ts boring and useless!
duh!
Perhaps he needs to be reminded of the old adage: Insanity is when you keep doing the same thing, but expect different results.
Does he get the kind of "results" that the WTS tells him he'll have? Magazine Placements™, Bible Studies™, new ones being recruited? The WTS wants him to believe that the reason he doesn't succeed is because of a flaw in himself, when in reality, the flaw is in the methodology. How many successful businesses utilize door-to-door sales anymore? The fact of the matter is that the Field Ministry™ is, by and large, an ineffective recruitment tool, just as ineffective as cold calling done by telemarketers.
If he wants to think of Field Ministry™ as a way to spend time with fellow believers and reinforce each other's delusion while cooped up in a crowded vehicle between territories or over coffee break, that's one thing. But if he's looking for a way to become more successful at it (as defined by the WTS) he's likely to become less motivated and less satisfied.
Perhaps he needs to redefine what "success" means when it comes to the Door-to-Door™ work, and have it be his definition, not theirs.
i have almost never had a visual hallucination and i was wondering what they're like.
how "real" do they seem?
is there any kind of a hint you get that tells you they are not real?
I had a creepy experience one time while assigned to work in the nursery at the hospital. The room was packed with about 15 cots, each with a baby in it. One of my colleagues had asked me to bathe one of the babies in her care while he was in the nursery - his mother had gone for a shower and she didn't want to leave the baby unattended.
So I set to looking around for this baby, checking the names on each bassinette, when suddenly I hear a male voice call my name. I turned around toward the sound of the voice, but nobody was there. However, right in front of me was a baby who was silently choking and gray in colour - it was the baby I was looking for actually - and I grabbed him and brought him to the resus area and started resuscitation efforts and then pulled the emergency alarm to bring more help.
That was probably 13 or 14 years ago. I was still a sort-of believer at that point in time and it gave me the heebie-jeebies, as did a lot of other weird stuff that happens at the hospital. Now, I'd probably ascribe it to the fact that I had been working a string of nights and still had young children who needed my attention after school, so I was quite sleep deprived.