ChasUFarley

Psst! Tom -- That's the Spirit of Bugs Bunny - "What an ultra maroon!" could be heard any Saturday morning during the Loony Tunes hour....

EAGLE POSTED: A friend of mine had the flu. He asked for prayer. He got an exorcism instead. -------------------- I don't know whether to laugh or shake my head about the absurdity of it all - "I cast out the Spirit of Grippe, in the name of Jesus Christ! Be gone!" If the flu is a devil spirit, then the flu shot must be a greater debbil spirit - a dimonion perhaps - that will drive away the lesser spirit.... What a bunch of ultra maroons!

I had some LC's in TN that liked to live larger than I could have imagined... They wore designer labels all the time and their house looked like something from a Better Homes spread. Even their kids had labels that I couldn't dream of affording even if I found them second hand at a Goodwill store. The kids were enrolled in all sorts of yuppie kid classes. They bought a pure bred dog - a bishon fraize, I believe it was, for big $$$ - more than I had paid for my last car! - Then, when they decided they couldn't house train the dog (it was a nasty little dog - eeewww!) - They gave it away. Mrs. LC was always getting facials, messages, and other spa treatments I could only dream of (and never experienced.) Then, they belonged to a Fitness Club - not a gym - but a club - pool, weights, classes, etc. - you know, more $$$. But the thing that really made me go "hmmmm!" was when all of a sudden... Mr. LC, who was a good looking man without hair, shows up with a designer rug (toupee! hair piece! road kill!) on his head... I tried not to stare, but it was soooo weird. Come to find out it was a Hair Club for Men special. More $$$$.... They spent more on amenities in a month than my hubby and I brought home in pay! I really started resenting them for their spending habits - the rest of us were living on the edge, no healthcare, POS cars, etc., but they had the biggest, newest, and best of whatever. And we were FUNDING it! (Not to mention they had the TIME to do these things - we were working 40 hours a week, doing stuff for the ministry another 20 hours at least - what was left?) So, don't forget your money for the ABS, coffee, and the phone hook-up.... ya hear?!

Let's see... I got reproved for not making my bed for a week (my back was out - I found out last year when I was expecting Andreas that I have a disk that's slipping in my lower back). My HHFC, who was also my room mate (different bedrooms, thank you) (she snored like a lumberjack) never offered to help or even look the other way. I could barely dress myself and make it to work, but damn it if my bed being made wasn't a top priority. Then, there was the time that I made all the necessary arrangements to go to my 10 year high school reunion, only 90 mins away, and it was approved by leadership. A day before I was supposed to go I was confronted on why I was going (my real motive) and why I wasn't bringing anyone with me (like, another girl - sure, don't you want to look like a dyke?) I went anyways. Had a blast. Got called on the carpet by all the WC in the state for going the following week. Like... if that was the worst thing going on then things were pretty boring in those parts... Our fellowship got screamed by Gre% B01kc#alk for a good 20 min because we didn't meet him in the driveway when he pulled up one night to teach at our fellowship. He wasn't crip, or bringing in anything heavy - just him and his Bible... but he slammed books, cussed, yelled, and acted worse than a toddler who'd missed nap time. I mean, the man was in his late 30's - not elderly - WTF?! He was an ultra maroon! Got reproved on staff when the dish waiters (metal rolling cabinates that hold huge stacks of dinner plates) weren't polished and lined up correctly in the damn storage area of the OSC (you know, the part that's the same dimentions of the ark...) (Here's your ABS hard at work - at least 2-3 hours a week and a half a can of metal polish were spent on these things that no one hardly used and seldom got to see - but they sparkled!) :blink: And did I tell you about how I ruined Donna Martindale's birthday one year? Yes, I'm sure she remembers this one.... Well, since it was her birthday, a day more holy than Easter or Christmas, but not as holy as Cinco d Mayo or St. Patrick's Day, a bunch of her biggest fans were all saving up seats near the head table. I was asked if my husband and I would join a group at a table - it happened to be in the area where we usually sat anyhow, so I saved us seats. I didn't get to see hubby before lunch and then got pulled out to usher at the last minute. Next thing I knew, hubby was sitting at a different table and had saved me a seat. ROT-ROW... Now I had 2 empty seats to fill near the head table and there was no one left to seat them. The head of food services (IR@) came up to me in a huff and ripped me in front of a couple of tables about these EMPTY SEATS... I mean... no one was bleeding, right? You'd have thought Christ was never going to come back now because *I* had NOT filled 2 freaking chairs near the head table... IR@ went almost purple yelling at me (and I'm usually pretty soft about these things - I don't hold together well when I get yelled at, but he was so short and so purple it was hard not to laugh...) What was up with that?! Yeah... I bet Donna stays awake every night thinking about that one... I got reproved for listening to the Talking Heads. Oh, yes. My LC was getting a lift to buy some chew and a biscuit at Hardees (if his sprout eating wife had known, she'd have throttled us both!), when he discovered a Talking Heads cassette in my car. With songs like 'Burning Down the House', I was really getting into some devilish stuff, don't cha' know. Glad he didn't find my Violent Femmes cassette... phew! (And these people thought Kenny G was the greatest thing since toast on a stick...) Oh, what fun!

Coffee Bean International... Sounds like a CULT! Think I'll join that one and stay in for a lifetime! ============= The only thing better than a strong cuppa joe, is CHOCOLATE COVERED COFFEE BEANS! When I used to work 12+ hour shifts in retail, there was a Gloria Jean's next door. I hate their coffee, but LOVED the vending machine just inside their door where I could get a handfull of chocolate covered buzz-buzz for $0.25. A couple of hits off that during the work day and I was leaping tall buildings in a single bound! There was white chocolate, milk chocolate, and dark chocolate (my fav!) - oh, man! Tonight I start working the graveyard shift at the hospital (help desk) - it's a 10 hour shift. I'm not looking forward to it. Maybe some chocolate covered coffee beans will help! Hmmmmmm...... <_<

I had no respect left for him before I had that piece of information... Now that I know he didn't have the gonads to LOOK those who served him directely in the eye and tell them about this... After everything he put people through with the different levels of confrontation - the last being INFRONT OF THE HOUSEHOLD... After all the crap about building STRENGTH in the HOUSEHOLD... After all the times he made lunch at HQ go HOURS LONG because he had to pontificate about some stupid thing someone did that was really nuttin... (didn't grounds mis-plant some flowers once?) After all the times he made people pack up in hours and hit the bus station... HE didn't have the spine to face the music himself?! I haven't the words to express how ticked off I am about this... I wish he could have experienced the treatment I received when I was kicked off staff... He had it too good!

Hubby was in TWI I (pre-fog), and I was in TWI II (post-fog, nasty MOG) - it been six years this month since I found the door... When I first left TWI, I was still in AR mode about things. Shortly after I moved in with Mathman (aka Hubby), I organized our CD's by group and then by title. Magazine were organized by publication date. When I finally put a new roll of toilet paper on the holder with one of those little triangle configurations, hubby said, "Knock it off!" And I still feel some stress when I see a brown, shrivled leaf on a houseplant - OMG! There's DEATH in the house! Two kids, six year, and some time in the r-e-a-l world has made me realize that none of that matters. No one notices. No one gives a crap and I'm just wasting precious time. I don't even match socks anymore - I just buy lots in the same colors - problem solved! I don't fold underware, and I no longer dry my sink each time I use it. I'm happy if the laundry is caught up, the dishes are clean, and the kids are happy. The CD's, DVD's, and VHS tapes are all in a bin - with the kids' favorites on the top. Toys are everywhere.... usually... Now whenever I get in a nasty-neat mode about the house, hubby always says.... (and I hate this - but it's also sort of funny....) "What's the matter? Is leadership coming over?" Yeah... yeah... yeah.... I get the point...

Wayfer not -- Am I understanding this correctly -- You were AT HQ - but you heard about LCM's stepping down on TAPE - not from HIM DIRECTLY?? Is that the way it was handled with all staffers/WC @ HQ?

I've only had time to watch the first one, but man... I didn't think it would hit me like it did... When I heard Mrs. Weirwille say "Welcome home! It's good to be home again!" and then JP singing "Weirwille Road and Highway 29" - I got misty-eyed. The Rock was the highlight of the year - I really missed it once they were stopped and the advanced class meeting that replaced them were NO replacement for the fellowship you got at the ROA (although I think the amount of work was the same!) Hugs to you Royal for sharing that with us - I appreciate it... Dang... the kids used the last Kleenex....

Something about this that sort of flashes "ALERT: TWISTED TEACHING! DANGER!" is this little line: "The heart and manner of response of the one confronted is vital." Isn't God the judge of hearts? Not according to the MOG - nope. If you weren't bawling your eyes out and licking their boots, you were scum. No matter your heart or intent. The other alert that this is twisted is that... What MAN gives a rip what his wife spends on drapes as long as she makes it up to him once those drapes have been pulled? Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.

Got 'cha... I think... Now, can you say it again slower... (Just kidding...) (It sounds like a small town in Maine - there's only two or three last names you need to know and everyone is related!)

RAF! ROTFPIMP!!!!! BRAVO! What a great mind picture! Oh, man... I think I just woke the kids up from LOL! (We all know she probaby just picked his name off his office door, slapped down her brass name plate and hollared, "Get the h-e-double-toothpick outta my chair!" - and that was all the ceremony needed!)

How many different web browsers are there now? I know of Mozilla Firefox (my favorite) and Microsoft Explorer (my LEAST favorite)... Can you name some others? Just wondering... as usual....

Lincoln Mary Todd: Are you sure you don't want to go to the play? Abe: Yup. -------------------- JAWS Baby shark is caught in a tuna fishermen's net. ------------------- Stand By Me Let's go see a dead guy! Pull my finger. Leeches suck. Let's go home. ------------------------ The Lost Boys The non-vampires eat shrimp scampi for supper and have no worries because of their uber-garlic breath.

Thanks for sharing the video - the buildings are all gone now but it's nice to be reminded of some of the better times... some generations of twi will never know what 'the house of his healing presence' meant...

I was given the opportunity to bless leadership by cleaning their homes and watching their kids for them for the holidays. HO-HO-HO--GO BLOW!

Sorry I'm just now getting back to this thread... it's been a wild month... SOCKS BEE-BEE! Yes, those post-turkey day photo studio experiences can be horrendous! We did get some pics of our little angels but I'm not the kind of mom who expects 'perfection' from them... I'm happy they're not bawling and sorta looking in the same direction... if not... well... that's my kids for you! The gal at the camera was more patience with my crew than I was... I was like, "Okay, we got a picture and their eyes are open. No food on their faces? Nope... It's a wrap! Good enough!" The baby was so wild about the experience I couldn't even get his outfit on him properly - he hammed it up, true to form, even though his outfit was slipping off him. But yes... there were some "stage mothers" there. This week we had to go to pick up the photos and got to the mall early on a Wednesday morning. We did a little shopping. (What was I thinking?! A 4 year old and a 10 month old CHRISTMAS SHOPPING?! I had lost my mind!) Then it was lunch - you know, the Happy Meal bribe... Well, by the time we finished that the mall was positively loaded with RABID shoppers. One lady jostled my oldest boy so badly that he tattled on her - I loved it! "Mommeeeee! She's PUSHING! OW! She should have a TIME OUT!" (and he said it LOUDLY!) "Yes, Honey. I agree. That's not good manners, is it?" I know the woman heard us. There was no apology - I didn't expect one from someone that rude - but it was funny how my kid had better sence (at least at that moment) than this person who was 40-something! He's a good kid - certainly likes things to be fair - even when he's shopping in the mall at Christmas! LOL! Ron G. -- I can PROUDLY say I have NOT set foot in a Wal-Mart or similar store this season! No thanks! (Besides, I'm too poor after paying for those pictures I had taken of the kids!) LOL!

Oh, since this is Christmas time then you're leaving out a ton of really obnoxous songs... Who can forget..... Cha-cha-cha - CHIA!

Ready for your spanking??? Happy Birthday!

Today there's news stories of little old ladies being knocked to the floor of retail stores, people getting in fights over parking spaces and merchandise, and price gouging on whatever this year's hottest toy might be... ENOUGH ALREADY! I'm ready to become a Jehovah's Witness after what I've seen today - it's sick! I'm fed up already with the commercial hype of Christmas! And it seems like it's getting worse every year! Is little Johnny or Becky really going to care that you paid $125 for doll that you could have gotten for him or her for just $29 in a month or so?! (The kids are going to outgrow the stupid toy before you pay off the credit card anyhow!) Or worse - that you got in a fight for it? (Yup, Daddy's doing 6 months hard time to get that Game Cube for you, so you'd better enjoy it!) Maybe I'm being an idealist about Christmas but this year the pressure for the biggest, best, cheepest, and brightest seems to be worse than ever - stores were open earlier than ever, biggest savings, free shipping - who cares? Do you get extra eternal life if you're the first person to finish your Christmas shopping? Pass the sugar cookies... I need a break from it all!

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Belle- You and I both know it's not a requirement, but a "suggestion" from leadership and a suggestion = a commandment. So, no... it's not a requirement.

For "commercial" stuff, we've seen Aerosmith and Lenny Kravitz - Aerosmith did a lot of their second album Get Your Wings - and they haven't slowed down one bit - great show! This summer we got to see The Doors of the 21st Century (a revised version of The Doors, with Ian Astbury singing and someone else playing drums - John Densmore is in a legal battle with Robby Kreiger and Ray Manzarek.) Yardbyrds, and Vanilla Fudge were touring with The Doors of the 21st C. In December we're going to go see a "local" musician - Ed Gerhard - http://www.edgerhard.com/ He plays some of the best classical guitar you'll ever hear - just incredible! He does true justice to classic Christmas music - there's just nothing like him. We try to see him each year in Portsmouth, NH for his Christmas concerts. The first time we saw him, he was with Martin Simpson - another guitar great. It was just music on a different level - like it just involved more that your sense of hearing - it was tangible, emotional, but not syrupy - you'd have to experience it to understand. Ed plays 6-string, 12-string, and Hawiian lap steel guitar, and some other obscure guitar-like (bazouki-like) instruments. Check out the web site - make it to a show if you can. It's worth it and then some - you'll never have an experience like it again!

They are Federally insured - wouldn't they have to meet certain criteria and therefore have to submit to an external audit?

Oh, great. Now I have that stupid theme song to my Lemahl running thru my head... "a NeverEnding Store-eeeeeeeee laa... laaa.... la, la, la, la, laaaaa..."