CoolWaters

And verses 2 & 3 (as I learned them from a cook at a Salvation Army soup kitchen...no offense meant to anybody...just fun): I don't care if it's dark and scarey Long as I got Magnetic Mary Stickin' to the dashboard of my car. I'm just a dumb catholic I believe in the pope. I drink a lot of whiskey And smoke a lot of dope. D O P E (Back to verse 1) ROFLMAO this thread! :D

46...just like you, Jade...which explains why your mother is so tolerant of me...she's got experience! LOL

No...but you do see anorexics dying from a whole bunch of destructive problems caused by not eating. Please tell me you're anorexic. Ooops!!! Ducking!!!!

Roy...you've always made me think and meditate...now you're making me LAUGH MY A$$ OFF!!!!! You're just too kewl, Roy. Too kewl!!! LMAO!!!!!

Have you read any of my posts? I mean actually read them...not just skimmed through them and decided, "it's that angry and bitter, crazy ol' CoolWaters again" and then ignored them. My life and the life of my daughter have been permanently damaged by twi. There's no un-raping someone. There's no un-killing someone. There's no un-pillaging someone. There's no un-scarring someone. There's no un-breaking someone. Yes, there is healing. Healing does not imply restoration. It simply means that the bleeding, the pain, the horror, the sickness stops at some point. You heal at your rate and I'll heal at mine. OK?

Belle...you really are more genteel and southernly in your ways than I am!!! Of course...you're a Belle...and I'm just a dam*ed Yankee. Sigh. My perfect comeback? "Wow. I'm am so very flattered that you are so drawn to looking at my body. But, really honey, you ain't ever gonna *uck me, so step back and pop those nasty lusting eyes right back in your head."

Whoa!!!! Whoa!!! I...don't....I just don't know what to say...except... Thank you.

Very kewl, SafariVista! TYVM. But I have a difficult time comprehending things without specific examples. (Honest! In my 3rd year of college I was sent to the Tutoring Lab because I was failing miserably in Chemistry...when I had been passing with 'A's and 'A+'s. Come to find out, I have a severe learning disability.) So, if you (or anybody else) wouldn't mind, take apart one (or two...or so) of my posts and show me where I was fighting fair and clean...and where I was fighting dirty. I'm pretty sure I can take the scrutiny. If not...there are people on this board who know where I live and can come beat me senseless. LOL Again, TYVM.

Well, there's also what Belle and many others found out the hard way... To pinpoint, corner, ream, and ostrasize the innies who may be posting. Kinda the "Search and Destroy" form of 'revelation' twi gets...

Nice points, templelady and Linda Z. Very nicely said, imo. As I read this I thought, "I didn't know how to do that for a long, long time...and I'm not sure I know how to do that now." Frankly I often think, "If ya gotta fight fair, what's the point of fighting?" Anyway, maybe it would be...interesting (if nothing else hehe)...to have a discussion about what 'fighting fair and clean' looks like and feels like, how it is accomplished...and what purpose it serves...? I certainly wouldn't know where to begin or how to determine such things, but surely there's somebody here at the Cafe who does... Anybody have any suggestions?

Roy, You're still amazing me, dear one! Wow.

I am posting the following with all of the love, care and support in my heart for those of us who are suffering LIFELONG consequences from being involved with The Way International. It is good to read the heartwarming threads like this one. And there are many of them...if one wants to see them. However, there would be no GreaseSpot Cafe if twi was about heartwarming 'family' experiences, would there? I mean, the very name "GreaseSpot" isn't about heartwarming 'family' experiences, now is it? And those of us who start painful threads are still dealing with the pain because it is ongoing pain. What happened to my daughter, Mo's children, some people's marriages, and such is NEVER-ENDING pain. If you believe that I am exaggerating, holding a grudge, carrying resentments, etc...if you believe this is all in my head and I should 'just get over it', then I will be happy to forward to you the medical bills, the therapy bills, the 2am calls, and all of the VERY REAL consequences of the evil of twi that plagues many of us TO THIS VERY DAY. Needing to talk about these things, especially after so many years in twi of not being allowed to talk about these things, is exactly one of the very purposes of the GSC message boards. If that gets too 'messy' for some people...then don't read those threads. But please don't those of us who need such threads. And please don't 'should' all over us, either. If one doesn't get that healing comes in one's own time, and that scrubbing out the festering ooze is part of the healing process, and that doing so in the company of those who are patient, understanding and supportive of the process is very healing in and of itself, then one understands 'family' and 'healing' only from a very limited, very twi perspective. I, for one, am very thankful for the opportunity to get it all out and get input, comfort, encouragement, laughter, etc. from those who know what I've been through...and who care enough to let me heal how and when I need to heal...instead of deciding for me how and when I should be healing...according to somebody else's timetable and standards. That's family. That's what makes GSC so very special. IMO. Oh...btw... EXPOSING twi is the very purpose of GSC's existence. How in the he11 does one EXPOSE twi if one does not talk about the evil of twi?

In August of 2001 my husband was in a head-on collision...a bad one. He survived the immediate collision only to have his spleen rupture 3 days later. He blanked out twice in the 3 block trip to the ER...and was 'flatline' when he got to the ER. They revived him. X-rays revealed the exploded spleen. The surgeon told me to get my family together and say goodbye because he wasn't sure, a)if he could stop the bleeding, and, b)if my hubs would survive afterwards. Although the surgery went as well as could be expected, the surgeon wasn't holding out any hope. The exploded spleen resulted in more than an gallon of blood being dumped into hub's gut. That's almost every drop of blood a person has at any one time. Hubs was taken to ICU and left there naked and in a room kept at about 42°F. His bp hovered just above dead. His pallor was almost a perfect match with the hospital white sheets. Death was expected. I stayed by my husband's side day and night. I was allowed to do this because death was expected. I cried out to God for help...and for a way to help my husband. It just came to me to start reading the Psalms to him. I read night and day. When my voice gave out and I could no longer read out loud, I read to myself and pantomimed tearing out the very pages of the bible and covering hubs with the words. I had never read the Psalms like that before...just starting at the beginning and reading straight through. By the time my hubs recovered enough to be moved from ICU, I was a different person with a whole different understanding of Jesus' heart just before and during his crucifixion. I knew then that what was taught about this in pfal was WRONG.

"...and I shot the dog." OMG!!!!!!!!!!! ROFLMAOPIMP!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now see how you're getting into things in the 'proper' way, David? Can ya teach White Dove a thing or two? Please?

But White Dove.... I can't count you because you won't even try to at least look like a girl. Sigh.

Way kewl!!! You are most certainly welcome! :D :D :D Just keep an eye on this thread, PM me, suda or bowtwi for details if you need them, keep us informed of your plans (are you going to fly in, if so what is your ETA, are you going to stay in the suite, you gonna be staying both nights, stuff like that), and plan on having a whole lot of fun! :D **************************** So now the count is... 1)me, 2)suda, 3)bowtwi, 4)belle, 5)PFD, and 6)(hopefully)2life. Have I forgotten anybody?

Oak!!!! So glad you dropped by! We've been wondering if reikilady might be able to make it...? Please do tell her about this thread, OK? TYVM!!!!

Well, I shushed Katy real quick! And then I apologized over and over and over again. The officers just looked at us for several minutes. Finally our food came and they looked away. We sat there until every last one of them had left the parking lot, though. Yikes! Micah...what's he doing now? If I told you they'd have to do something to you you. Hehehehe. Actually, he's being a little booger. He's going to be 20yo at the end of the month...and thinks he's got all the time in the world to get his life together...so he's not bothering with such stuff right now. Makes me crazy!!! Another story about Micah... Same age, same friend, same place we were living... In CA there's something called 'tall grass'. It's a protected grass that people aren't allowed to mow down unless there is a danger in leaving it tall. Anyway, next to where we lived was a little cafe. Along one side of the parking lot of this cafe was a privacy fence with a wide row of 'tall grass' growing in it...on purpose...decorative doncha know. Well, one day there were some hobos in the grass enjoying the relative coolness and having some lunch. Micah and his buddy hear these guys in the tall grass and go investigate. Of course the hobos are thinking about having some fun with these kids...so they teach the boys how to flick book matches across the striking area in such a way that lit matches will be flicked out about 3 or 4 feet. Then the hobos decide to move on for the day...and leave the boys in the tall grass with a couple of books of matches to 'practice' with. In the meantime, I am about 50' away at a neighbor's place. This neighbor has a scanner. I hear the cafe's address go out over the scanner as a fire call. Immediately I'm up outta my chair in a panic saying, "Where're Micah and Omar????" I take off back to my place. Just as I get there, here comes little 3yo Micah walking hurriedly up to our place, hands in his pockets, head down. He looks up to see me standing there. Just as I'm about to grab him and hug him (since he's safe), he looks at me and says, "Mom, go back inside right now. I'll take care of this. You just go on back inside. Nothing here for you to see." And he herds be back inside. The whole time he's in this stance with his feet spread apart and firmly planted, one hand in a pocket, the other held up and being used like a traffic director. It was odd and funny and disconcerting and too grownup all at the same time. Well I'm hearing the sirens coming down the hill...and so's Micah. "Hurry up, Mom. Do as you're told to do. I'll take care of this. Now!" I'm thinking, "OK, buddy. You just go ahead and 'take care' of this. But I'm gonna be watching out the window...and I think I'm gonna find out something you've done...." Once I'm inside, Micah turns around and heads back to the cafe's parking lot. I follow him. Hehe. I stay behind the privacy fence where I can hear what's going on, but nobody can see me. The fire chief starts talking to the boys. Seems Omar (who is 8yo...while Micah is 3yo) is trying to pawn everything off on Micah. Micah goes off at him!!! "You dirty rotten little liar! You'd better tell the truth or I'm going to do something real bad to you!" Well, I come out from behind the privacy fence and talk with the fire chief. The boys get split up while the chief talks to each one separately. I tell the chief to go for it with however he wants to put the fear of gawd into Micah. Once all is said and done, and the fire chief and Omar have left, Micah says, "C'mon Mom. We'll take care of this another day. Let's not tell Dad, OK?" I'm thinking, "This kid is too much!" Well, at supper that evening I keep giving Micah the eye...and Bill notices...and he starts giving Micah the eye. Finally Micah can't take it any longer and says, "Dad, we need to talk. In private." I don't know what they talked about...neither would tell me. I do know that Micah is still a firebug...and boy do I have stories!!!! Sheesh!

Nothing new there, Darlene Thelma Louise, dear. Just the one from yesterday threatening me within an inch of my life if I didn't get down here and do this thingy...and I did it...so now whaddya want? :D :D :D :D

These are great!!!! A couple of my favorites from my kids... We were die-hard hippies. One day when Katy was about 3, we went into Denny's just before the supper rush...so we had the restaurant pretty much to ourselves. We were seated in the main dining area at a little table for 4 right next to a big round table for 8. While waiting for our meal, a bunch of highway patrolmen came in and were seated at the table for 8. Just when nobody was saying anything and the room was very quiet, Katy said oh so matter-of-factly, "Look Mom. Pigs." :o Micah was about 3 (hmmm...a pattern! lol). He had an 8yo friend who often stole his toys. Micah got sooooo mad about this! I asked him if he wanted me to say something to the other boy's mother. "No, Mom. I'll figure this out." Well, one day I'm sitting at the dining room table doing my homework (for college hehehe) when I hear all sorts of noise. I go outside and see this other boy all tangled up in fishing line with cans and other noisy stuff tied to it. Micah had set a trap and caught the boy! Then Micah comes around the corner of the house and says to the other boy, "Ha! I caught you left-handed!"

:wub: Love you, Darlene Louise Thelma!! :P

I know the answer to this question without being LDS. They take care of one another. They have their own form of assistance for those who are ill, injured, unemployed, underemployed, etc. They also take care of the communities in which they live/worship. Those guys in suits on bicycles? They'll do anything you need done...and will make sure they job is finished...even if you don't want to hear a word they're saying. There are 3 denominations that are known for answering the call of Christ when it comes to giving and taking care of folks: LDS, Catholics and United Methodists. When I was in twi, I hated these churches for being so 'off'. Sigh.

Sure ya can White Dove...we're gonna be on one of the top floors... Hehehe.

Mo! Yikes! I had totally forgotten about Prevo the Pervert. Yikes! I can't believe he's still around! Well, yes I can...given that FP has been around so long. Awwwwww, {{{{{Roy!}}}}} :)