Big Tex, since reading your post this morning, a new song has popped into my head and won't go away.
Neil Diamond, Solitary Man.
Thanks a bunch.
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today, for some reason, i've had the kinks tune victoria stuck in my head.
what songs are stuck in your head tonight?
Big Tex, since reading your post this morning, a new song has popped into my head and won't go away.
Neil Diamond, Solitary Man.
Thanks a bunch.
just been clearing some space in my house and deciding what to get rid of.i have a whole rack of "meeting clothes" shirts , suits ties etc that i have never worn since i left.i kept a few shirts and a couple of suits just in case i need them sometime.what a load of money those clothes most have cost me.one extra good reason for leaving, and think of all those dry cleaning bills you'll miss as well.bad luck if you work in an office.
I use the ones I had bought for conventions and assemblies for job interviews. I will weed them out, as I do all my clothes, when they become grossly out of style. I usually wear slacks to work, but sometimes I get in the mood to dress up.
qiuck,,,easy and delicious!!!!!!!!!!!!
easy snacks.
12 ounce bag of butterscotch chips.
It's a darn good thing that I've eaten my Wheaties this morning! Do you know that I've been living off stuff like that for the past month?
All right, all right...I'll make it for the kids. Oops, they've all moved out....I'll make it for the folks at work....hahahaha
Thanks for the yummy recipe, ugg......
many of us are or were witnesses because we were born into the religion.
others became witnesses because they really thought it was the truth.
so many wish that they never had a jehovah's witness come to their door or their parents' door.
WELCOME, OTARIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so happy that you find comfort in being yourself!!! It's a nice feeling, huh?
i have spoken with a number of you already about my journey this winter, but i thought i'd share the story with all of you before i leave this thursday.
this fall i was asked by one of the professors at my school to go with her on a mission to guatemala.
her proposal sounded very interesting, but i didn't think i would be able to go because of my family's financial situation (my widowed mother has been paying my tuition and my brother's tuition while we both attend private institutions).
(((OTS))) Have a wonderful time! You'll be missed! Can't wait to hear about your worthwhile adventures!
Love,
Dottie
it seems like it was only yesterday, yet i know it was much further back in time.
i was but a child then and only about four or five.
my mom was taking my sister and me to the hospital to see our grandmother.
((((((((whyhideit)))))))) This is so beautifully written.
You made me think of my grandfather, who was not a jw, lying on his deathbed. He was such a good man. He was a very quiet, gentle man. Every Sunday he would write to his mother who lived in Sweden. Every Saturday morning he would make us Swedish pancakes. I never saw him and my grandmother touch, ever. He went down to the cellar a lot to make toys for us: stilts, a big dollhouse. I think he did it to get away from all us women.
One evening about a week before he died, my mother and grandmother were at work and my older sister was at summer camp. I was 12 and made to stay in the house to be with him. I hated it. All my friends were outside playing and it was an election year and nothing was on tv. We lived in a big house and about a week before he died, I heard noises in the hallway. I went to look and my grandfather was on a stepstool putting a bulb in a ceiling light. I said, "Puppy, what are you doing?" (Yeah, we called him Puppy Iver.) He said, "I don't want Grandma to slip on the rug when she comes home." I was scared, because he looked so fragile, but what a wonderful thing for this man to do. He was full of cancer, so close to death and STILL thinking more about other people than himself.
My aunts and uncles came from California and I wasn't allowed to go into his bedroom anymore. Then, one night, they told me to go in and say good-bye. I was going to stay overnight at my favorite cousin's (who incidently died a few years later of leukemia at 12, like my son). I walked in and he held his hand out to me. I took it and we just looked at each other. I finally told him bye. He said bye. Then I started to walk out, turned and looked at him one last time and I said, "Goodbye, Puppy, I love you." The next morning, there was a phone call and I told Jonathan, my favorite cousin, that my grandfather was dead. He said that he wasn't. But, he was.
My grandfather was a good man and, in my estimation, he lived his life well.
Thank you for sharing your story here. It's hard watching good people die.
Love,
Dottie
many of us are or were witnesses because we were born into the religion.
others became witnesses because they really thought it was the truth.
so many wish that they never had a jehovah's witness come to their door or their parents' door.
Uh, Minimus, were you asking what religion we would be today? Oops. Well, I was raised Methodist. I really had some nice nature moments with God as a child. I've kinda gone back to the God of my childhood. I don't need a bunch of words or people telling me how to worship him. It comes from my gut.
many of us are or were witnesses because we were born into the religion.
others became witnesses because they really thought it was the truth.
so many wish that they never had a jehovah's witness come to their door or their parents' door.
This is a scary question. I was 21 when I started studying and I have to say I looked my very best. Long hair, nice body, pretty smile. Months before I was to be baptized, a man in a black limo approached me while I was waiting for a bus. He told me that I was pretty and that he could set me up in Boston in a posh hotel where I would never want for anything again. All I would have to do would be to service businessmen when they came into town. So, I could have been a high-class hooker.
It was pretty disgusting for me to consider at the time. I was a zealous wannabe jw, so it was easy for me to say no to him. I was kind of a dreamer, believing that I could only have sex with men I loved. I look back now (after 30 years of being a jw, three shitty marriages and some very unhappy relationships) and think it may not have been so bad. At least I wouldn't be working two jobs today.
when the elders or other "mature ones" tried to assist you, they would ask questions like, "what's wrong?
why weren't you at the meeting?
or service?.......what good excuses did you give, when asked these types of questions?
Most of my excuses were physical, like the flu, fibromyalgia or a slow-to-heal broken ankle. I also told them that it was because of depression. They didn't say too much about the physical problems, but would say that my depression would be eleviated if I prayed more and put Jehovah first.
Minimus, where do you get all these thought-provoking subjects???
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today, for some reason, i've had the kinks tune victoria stuck in my head.
what songs are stuck in your head tonight?
Today it's Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns N Roses...this is one that runs through my head on a lot of days.