Jump to content
  • Sky
  • Blueberry
  • Slate
  • Blackcurrant
  • Watermelon
  • Strawberry
  • Orange
  • Banana
  • Apple
  • Emerald
  • Chocolate
  • Charcoal

Blogs

 

Notes on PP's dumb movie, pt 1

AKA Beyond Jordan - I’ve gotta say, the aerial shots are enjoyable. - PP says the goal of the trip is to visit as many biblical sites as possible. I do not believe that showcasing the holy land was ever the only goal of the film from the very beginning based on what I already know. Like the #FreePalestine he attached to the description of the film on Youtube. - PP isn’t even 100% sure the Israeli govt will let him in. - Watching PP and Roger Jimenez joke about all of the countries PP has been banned from is eye roll worthy. It’s not really something to be proud of. - Airplane shots are pure filler. We get a shot of a random Jewish guy donning tefillin on the plane. - They let PP in. It’s almost as if he’s not as important and (in)famous as he thinks he is. 🙄 - The generic ~eastern~ music is predictably here to remind us we’re in the Middle East. - PP washes his face with water from the Jordan river. He says it’s kind of salty. - Listening to Jimenez preach at Herod’s fortress is such a snooze fest. - We see the Dead Sea and a member of PP’s entourage points out how there is all this salt on the shore, but the first thing I see is litter. PP dives in headfirst and gets salt in his eyes. They all then proceed to float in the Dead Sea like you’re supposed to, and it’s supposedly one of the weirdest things EVER. 🙄 - They go to the Church of the Nativity and PP manages to avoid making an ass of himself on camera. We get to hear the tour guide sing the Lord’s Prayer in Aramaic which his kinda neat. - PP gives Bethlehem’s water a rave review. - PP moans about all of the idolatry in Bethlehem and the “false religion.” - I start passing skipping the mini sermons that come with each site around this point. - At Petra PP talks about why he was hesitant to visit the holy land before now; He doesn’t support the “modern, fake state of Israel.” Blah, blah, blah. Then he goes into how all of the sites they’ve visited so far aren’t even in Israel. He makes it a point to tell the viewers that at this point, they haven't even gone to Israel and everything we’ve seen so far has been in Jordan or Palestine. - They hit the rewind button to show us how this trip REALLY went. They arrived in Amman, Jordan and crossed into the West Bank. I paused at this point because I'm tired and can only watch the Pisser for so long. The film is almost 2 hrs long. I can tell the focus is probably shifting from "look at all of these cool holy sites" to PP whinging about Israel real soon.

Dreadcrumbs

Dreadcrumbs

 

Speaking a Made Up Language

For many years, me and my younger older sister (SaneSister, not NarcSister - see my previous blog post) have spoken a language that only we two know. Us two have a two year difference and we shared a room for about 9 years when we lived in the countryside. She go the top bunk, and I was toootally fine sleeping in the bottom one. Being that we didn't really have kids our age live nearby, a lot of the time we made up games just between us two. One of our favourite things to play was Fifi the Pekingese dog. It started when my sister got a dog breed book as a gift, and we both found the breed really hilarious. So we started our journey as Fifi and her puppy or sibling. Playing Fifi, we started speaking in a rather peculiar voice during it. Around the age of 10, it started to be our regular way of talking, and that's when our Fifi-language really took off, and people stopped understanding what the hell we're saying apart from some key words. It's a hybrid, combining languages, pronunciations, and we've also developed how we write it. It's such a weird thing. The saltiness to this whole thing comes from how other people in my family reacted to this language. It was very berating, making fun of me and my sister. Yes, our voice changes completely when we speak it, but it does hurt when something really dear to you is being made fun of. My mum always starts laughing when we use our language, not really understanding why we think it's inappropriate. My positive take on this? Me and SaneSister have a way of bonding that is completely special between us two. Having our own language sets us free, and we can share some secrets that nobody else can pick up on. --finnlassie--

finnlassie

finnlassie

 

My Eldest Sister Doesn't Care About Me

I cannot remember a single time she's apologised in the past five years. Actually, I can't remember a single time in the past 10 or more years. Sure, I've had a couple of Sorry, IF I haves, but those mean nothing. In the end, those have always turned the blame to the person calling her out. NarcSister has also not comforted me or said words of encouragement in... yeah, at least the past ten years. It's always been discouragement. Te It's always been about reminding us others how we owe her things. We owe her explanations, we owe her favours, we owe her every minute of our lives. We owe her the glory, the access for her to brag about us, her sisters, as if we're her trophies. When our parents divorced, I was barely a teenager. Instead of comforting me, she spewed me all of her sorrows and how horrible our parents are, when we were supposed to just have a sisters movie night. She has literally thrown herself on the sofa crying like a toddler when we've not done her way. I really, really tried to call out her behaviour a couple of years ago. How demanding she is. How she doesn't give space. She turned that against me. That she must be oh so horrible (I mean, she is) that she doesn't deserve my time. And then went on demanding me to give examples of when she's been demanding. She was demanding examples of when she's not given space. NarcSister demanded me to give her explanations. And all I wanted to say was "right now. right now is enough of an example", but I kept my mouth shut. I'm not sure if I did right or wrong. I feel sad that I don't stand up against her. Especially when she uses her children, my dear nephews as weapons, as if they're objects she can blackmail us with. I hate that our mother enables everything. She always has excuses. "Oh, she's always been so strong willed. Oh, NarcSister is such a passionate person! But she's really changed! She's getting better and better! You need to accept that she isn't perfect!" ... well, perhaps in your eyes. But she keeps on playing her abusive game to us, her sisters, and our dad, who she's abused the most. I hate that I'm already scared about my wedding day, even though I'm not even engaged. I get so much anxiety. I want my dad to walk me down the aisle. But I also don't want my NarcSister's face to look like she just sucked a thousand lemons, huffing and puffing. That's what she did at my graduation celebration. She made the whole day about herself and her angst. I wonder if she realises that our SaneSister (middle child) has completely cut ties with her because she's so obnoxious. How she's never let her live her own life. How NarcSister has made it all about herself. How she keeps sending harrassing emails and text messages, using our nephews as weapons, trying to lure her into responding. NarcSister is currently whacking the last nails on her coffin. Soon, if this continues, I'll be gone too. I wrote this because yesterday she violated my privacy by tagging me and posting my real name on Instagram (my SaneSister too). I have ALWAYS kept my family relations away from ALL social media, for my safety, and other people's safety too as our family has history with a hostile stalker. But instead of being normal and saying "oh, sorry, I'll do that" she went on a rant how she didn't know our relationship is a secret and how I should inform in my profile how no one is allowed to tag me. Well, my friends are allowed to tag me, BECAUSE THEY ALWAYS ASK. Because they respect me. Because they show me unconditional love. My positive take on this? Even though I have to stand my NarcSister, I've learnt to defend myself. I've learnt to protect myself. I've learnt that I don't owe her things, and I'm mostly able to reject her demands. Slowly, I'm getting stronger. -- finnlassie --

finnlassie

finnlassie

 

Wanting to be right, but . . .

For the life of me, and I'm sure I've said this before, I want to do the right thing.  I don't want to say yes where God has said no, and I don't want to say no where God has said yes.  But I keep feeling like I have to have some sort of degree in Biblical Studies in order to figure out what the Bible "really" says.  I can't just open it, read it, and do it.  

A friend suggested that I study the gospel of Mark and get to know Jesus.  How is that supposed to answer the question of whether or not women can preach?

fransalley

fransalley

 

Her name is Kiki

She passed her test. Her test consisted of spending one and a half hour walking through a very beautiful/medieval city (-> many tourists) city. The weather was very good so there were even more people. She had to do some special tasks, and the breeder said they were stopped by many people talking to them and telling them how cute she was. (The dog, not the breeder. 😊) Her name is Kiki and we will keep it if it works out. In two weeks the breeder, her husband and Kiki will drive to us (they are around two hours way) and then the breeder will judge if she and I could be a great team. Keep in mind that my breeder isn't a special breeder for service dogs, she is just an ordinary breeder, but she is the best. She knows a lot, did a lot of workshops and is very responsible and has great knowledge.  One thing she still thinks about is that Kiki wasn't born at her place. She got her with 3-4 months. So that is some minor thing she still is a bit worried about because she did not work with her from the beginning.  She is a very compact/muscular Chihuahua. Now with almost a year she weighs 2kg. I guess that once she is fully done she might be around 2,5kg. (I do not want a very small, fragile dog, so this is important. I hate all those irresponsible breeders who breed Chihuahuas with a weight around 1kg.)  So next update in two weeks. I do not want to upload a picture from a dog who isn't mine yet, but I want to show you a bit of her so I decided to include a puppy picture of her. 

Gobbles

Gobbles

 

Sunday, May 12th.

I already wrote a tiny bit about it in my status, but I changed my mind a bit and so I want to share some things about what is happening. It could be the start of something great, so like my driver's license, I want to keep track of the journey, which will be a long one (hopefully). Like I wrote in earlier posts the search for a future dog who will be with me everywhere I go and support me just by being there is going on since last year. Or even earlier, in fall 2017 we meet with the first breeder. In August 2018 we meet our current and final breeder, all the others did not meet our criteria of how a good breeder should be. (There is a difference if once for example has over 15 litters of puppies per year or 2 like our breeder.  Last Sunday we got an e-mail. We were on our way to a animal shelter (we are members there to support their work) and I had parked at the side of a road because we were too early. My mum checked her mails and that is when the madness started. My breeder wrote that a dog living with her could be a fit for me. The dog was planned to be a new breeding bitch but she has minor issues with her teeth so she did not pass the medical check. So on Monday my Mum called her and they talked about it and to be sure the breeder will take the dog into the city on Sunday to check again if she is doing fine. If she "passes" then the breeder will visit us with her later this month and that is when I will make my final decision, but lets be honest, if Sunday is a yes then my decision is basically made. She has her 1st birthday later this month, is a really beautiful short haired Chihuahua in beige/white colouring. I have her picture hanging in front of me. My breeder would keep her until we are able to get her, even if it takes two years. We only have to pay for vaccinations and the dog tax. How amazing is she? I will update when I have news, but it could take a while.

Gobbles

Gobbles

 

1000km

On Easter Monday while driving back from an Easter market I hit the 1000km mark in my car. So I haven driven 1000km since I got him and my license. Getting in the car alone still is very nerve wracking but once I start driving it feels so much better. Today I went to McDonalds, ordered my food via my phone in the car (the best thing ever), then went to a second hand store and after that to the garden center and three other shops. All by myself. It is the the before May 1st, which is a holiday here ( Worker's Day) and there was so much traffic. And like I wrote in the beginning, on Easter Monday we drove for a longer time (100km round trip). It was so much fun driving along those country roads with beautiful views on various castles.   I kind forgot getting my appointment to put on the summer tires, so I need to bring him in next week. Better late than never and in fall timing is more important. My tires are stored at my car dealer. Worth the money, so I have nothing to do with that. Well and on the dog front: The favorite dog of my breeder is currently expecting puppies.  K. is still with her (the one who would be a good fit for me) and maybe one of the babies also would make a good companion for me. At least the bitch would be a perfect fit, maybe the get her good genes. (And it has to be a girl.) Current doggie still doing very good thankfully. 

Gobbles

Gobbles

 

Adventure Kitty

Someone had a big adventure this week!   We've been trying to get our house sold and some of the feedback mentioned the urine smell from the cats.  So the last two showings I put the Princess outside and took Thor to our office complex along with his litter box.  The first day I had my grandkitty Rowena and he.  One of our buildings has a series of classrooms with an office inside an office, so double doors plus the main entrance doors.  When I put he and Roweenie kitty they stayed in the office with just the door pulled shut.  He got down between a pair of desks and stayed there till it was time to leave.  Well the second time I guess I didn't pull the door shut well enough and Mr. Thor the Wanderer needed to go exploring.   We called and searched inside and took turns sitting in the back classrooms (storage space these days) and just listened for his bell or him to move something.  There was a pretty nasty thunderstorm so I know his nerves were bad, I understand him hiding out.  7 hours ya'll.  He didn't make a peep and I started to get freaked out that he'd somehow slipped out the main doors.  My husband toured the grounds and called and called.  He came home and got his food bowl and shook it in around.   Nothing.  So we called the alarm company and asked how high the motion sensors were set and told them about the rogue kitty.   I cried till I was sore.  I was so scared that he wasn't in the building.  He managed to set the alarm off twice in the early morning hours so that made me 100% better.  I got up this morning & went to the office and called him and then just sat for a while.  It was a few minutes later he comes sneaking out of the most packed room in the back.  He had some random cobwebs stuck to his whiskers and he was a little freaked but he came right to me and let me pick him up.  He's home safe and sound but now I know....if he has to go back for a visit, SHUT BOTH DOORS!  Thank you, thank  you for every prayer, every candle, every good thought.   OH! also we have a new addition to the family, meet Mina.  I rescued her from our local pound about a month ago, she's somewhere between 2 & 3 years old and I believe she's a Kelpie or a mix of Kelpie and Terrier.  She's really great and loves the new farm land we bought. Thor was not amused but he's warming up to her.   

Imrlgoddess

Imrlgoddess

 

Back to Coloring

I posted this in the coloring club (or whatever it's called).  But I'm conducting a bit of an experiment since I've managed to find my way to where I can post a blog entry.  (it doesn't appear as an option now under Create - well it does but it comes up blank) This is my most recent project.  I've got a couple of smudges that make me batty when I see them.  Otherwise, I've very happy with how this turned out.    

clueliss

clueliss

 

Taylors Part Ten: Introducing Bethany Wilson

Trying to keep tabs on multiple families isn't the easiest task! Bob knows that red roses are a solid romantic gesture. "Bethany, you are such a beautiful, Godly young woman..." "... will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Front hugs a go-go!! Popping back over to the mothership, where little Hannah had aged up. I changed her outfit. Then we go to Andrew's house. Time for the twins to age up! Here's Molly!  And here's little Morgan on the xylophone! This is also the 800th screenshot in my album.  This top and this skirt are the most modest options I have for formal/bridal wear. I'm guessing that all the females will be wearing this combination, or similar. You may be able to notice the subtle floral decoration I added for Bethany's outfit. I could go for a slightly shorter skirt (still covering those *sinful* knees), or else something that doesn't cover the shoulders. I wish I could create my own CC sometimes, but I don't have those sorts of skills, so I have to make do with what I have. Hand-holding! It's happening! Wedding #2 for the Taylor offspring! I didn't capture the kiss that occurs as part of the wedding vows action. But just-married-that-second Sims, particularly fundie ones, don't need an excuse!! I couldn't spot Diana in the immediate congregation, and then, searching the lot, I found her. Cake time! Slow dancing in a bedroom. This was where Bob slept when they weren't married; it'll probably be a kids' room in the future. That's two weddings down and six more to go. Of course, the two youngest are only toddlers.       

mango_fandango

mango_fandango

 

Happy Valentine's Thorsday!

We've had quite the adventures the last few weeks.  Roweenie Kitty has been visiting for a while, the daughter's complex caught on to their dog so she snuck the kitten out just in time.  (They need to pay all their pet deposits)   Two weeks ago the older kitties were sick, I thought Princess had caught mange from somewhere outside but it turned out to be just a case of fleas and some serious scratching.  Some meds and and a good bath got her fixed up.  While she was itching I noticed her sneezing a bit as well.  Not long after, The Old Man caught her cold and Thor soon followed.  Old Tex being...well...old, I sent him to the vet.  Unfortunately he didn't come home.  His age had gotten the better of him and we all agreed to let him go peacefully.  I need to go pick up his ashes.  His last few days were spent laying in the sunbeams with his buddy. Thor kitty recovered with some antibiotics and some steam therapy.  He and the Princess were a bit down for a few days, they knew someone was missing.  Then Ro Ro came to visit and play.  She seemed to pull everyone out of the funk.  I noticed her sneezing a bit yesterday so I made sure to give her some vitamins and keep her little nose clean.  Got meds on standby just in case.   We have a new farm we'll be fixing up just in time for spring.  The babies will have a different house to explore and enjoy.  I do hope they'll like it.

Imrlgoddess

Imrlgoddess

 

Driving lessons, roundabouts and fog

Last week we were invited to a 50th birthday party in another suburb, maybe 20/25 minutes to drive. The party started at 7pm and lasted until after midnight. I drove my Mum and it went really great. I reverse parked like a pro! 😉 On our way back there were literally no cars on the roads. I was so much fun driving around town alone. I did some roundabouts twice and we had music on. It was better than the party!!! 😂 There was also a pretty foggy part outside of the town, almost no visibility. Took me a second to find the fog light (I know were they are, but finding them without looking for the first time was a bit difficult). It felt so great being able to drive my Mum. I also gave my mum her first lessons in an automatic car. She is only used to driving manual cars and has never driven an automatic. She is doing great, her left food is no problem at all, but she always wants to shift with her hand. So I have to remind her constantly to have her hands on the steering wheel. Driving alone still isn't really happening. I feel safer with my mum next to me. Totally crazy, because she never says something. I don't need her help at all. I need to face my fears a bit more and drive alone. Also I don't drive on the motorway and I don't plan to change that. I'd rather drive longer on the other roads. Driving on the motorway isn't the problem, but pulling into it. Maybe I will practice when there is very little traffic, but due to the area here, there is always traffic on the motorway. It still feels unreal to drive. I wonder when that will change.

Gobbles

Gobbles

 

If one door closes, another one opens

You might have noticed my status updates about something I did not want to talk about. I decided to start writing through this process as well. I already wrote about getting another dog after our current fur monster passes away. I'm all in for #adoptdontshop and animal shelters and our current dog is from a shelter, but that is also the reason why we are opting for a responsible breeder this time. That is another story, but I just want to mention that there are reasons why we don't use a shelter and even the people at various shelters have told us to opt for a breeder in my case. (In Germany no dog is killed in a shelter, so that is also something different.) We have found the perfect breeder already, visited her in august last year and are in contact ever since. She has a lot of knowledge about autism and my problems. I won't get a puppy, the dog will be at least a year old and she put one up for sale we met last year. My mother had a long phone call with her today and unfortunately the little lady is not fit for my needs. She is too shy.  BUT there is another dog who might be good for me. Those are the good news! We for sure want to wait with getting one. Our current dog is 14 and we couldn't bring another dog in. It would break her heart and it wouldn't be good for the new dog as well due to her problems. But if the dog at the breeder would be good for me, the breeder would keep her until it is time.  I need to give the people some fake names, because only writing about a "breeder" feels wrong. She is such a special person with a huge knowledge. It will be a Chihuahua due to the size. It should be possible to take her in the cabin on a plane (8kg limit incl. carrier) and have her on my lap when I need support in public transport, ect...    As for the car & driving: I will write another post about that. No news is good news I guess. 

Gobbles

Gobbles

 

Taylors Part Nine: Babies and, err, Degrees??

It's been some time since I updated on the Taylors!  Gabriel is a cute little dude. Melissa was pregnant with #8 and went into labour in the music room. Only Francesca (hidden by the piano) is really freaking out. Elijah is so bored he's yawning!  And here's baby #8, Hannah. I've decided that she will be the last blessing, as the next generation has started now. Sadly, Melissa wet herself. Over at Andrew's, Natalie goes into labour again! Andrew is totally freaking out but Natalie is so chill she's eating dinner. She gave birth to twins Morgan (boy) and Molly (girl). I haven't really got any photos of them yet. It's always hot in Appaloosa Plains, so Joey decided to head to the beach and sunbathe. The triplets became young adults whilst I was playing with Andrew and his family. Elijah went somewhat bald, and for some reason Melissa is wearing a very NIKE dress. Diana adopts her mom's hairstyle. Francesca rocks the casual look. I've got a "rebellious" daughter in Sims 4 (Emily Smith), and maybe Francesca will be my "rebellious" Sim in this game. Here's Gabriel playing with some toys... ... and baby Hannah in her crib. For some reason a babysitter randomly spawned even though there were two adult Sims on the lot. I think this just happens when you play a family with kids, go to a different family, then go back. Here's Andrew feeding little Molly! I'll make sure to take photos when they age into toddlers. Matilda is three days off becoming a child. The Taylors are a pretty musical family, and Natalie fits right in. Bethany has a special friend! His name is Bob Wilson.  I went to briefly check in on the Andrew Taylor family, and... erm... there was a bit of congestion going on. Don't sit on your siblings, Matilda! That's not very loving! The second part of the title refers to something odd that I've not noticed before. I clicked on Andrew and he'd been randomly given a Fine Arts degree, grade B. What's even weirder though is that MELISSA was given the exact same thing!! Having googled, I think it does happen sometimes. I never sent them, and they didn't even get an extra trait. I can't screenshot with the UI up, so here's a random shot of Andrew in his work gear. Back to Bethany and Bob. Flirting in a BAR? They didn't partake in any sinful drinking, though. I got Bethany to do the Sims University Aptitude Test, just to see which degree she'd be suited to. I'm planning to make Bob a politician, and I'll give him some skills and maybe send *him* to university.  HAND HOLDING ALERT Y'ALL "Will you enter a courtship with me?" Late-night dancin' And here's Bob doing the aptitude test.  I foresee marriage for these two! Well, of course they're gonna get married, that's the Godly way.   

mango_fandango

mango_fandango

 

Did it happen

My small group is working their way through the book Forgotten God by Francis Chan, which is about how we Christians tend to neglect the Holy Spirit.  We watched a video this past week that's with the study, and Chan told the story about a church he occasionally visits in Maui.  

He ran into a woman that was acquainted with the pastor who said, next time you visit there, tell him I said hi.

So he did.  The pastor asked, did she tell you how we met?  

His story was that he'd felt a prompting, which he attributed to the Holy Spirit, to go talk to a woman at the end of a pier.  

I guessed the punch line before he even said it:  he ended up saving her from suicide.

It could be that I'm not being fair here, because I don't know the people involved and probably will never meet them.  It could very easily be that the Holy Spirit DID prompt the guy to go talk to the woman and she ended up not killing herself as a result.  

But in a discussion with my husband on the way home, I told him, "My question is, did the event even happen?"

It just sounds too neat, with too many loose ends tied up too neatly.  

I'm finding myself questioning a lot of "preacher's stories" lately.  I wonder if we're really being told the truth about something that happened, or if it's just a packaged story that's meant to make God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit look good (when really, they don't need our help at all!)  

On the flip side, I can tell you of a baptism that happened a couple of weekends ago, because the baptism was videoed.  It happened down at the Gulf during a youth group retreat from my church.  A young man with autism was baptized, and the reason I knew he had autism was because I know the young man.  When he was asked if he was ready to be baptized, he said, "Oh, yeah!"  I know some of his family's story and I was able to congratulate him when I saw him in person.

If that story were told and someone like me said they didn't believe it, that would be hurtful.  

I fear my experiences in an abusive church and my observations of abuses in the evangelical world have turned me into a total cynic.

fransalley

fransalley

Little House in the Big Woods Recap: Sundays

Sundays I remember reading about Sundays in Farmer Boy! They sounded awful and boring.  Regardless, Laura and Mary also find Sundays to be long, since they have to stay inside and be quiet. They get to take baths on Saturday night, which is nice for them. In the winter, Pa and Ma (the text says Pa, but let's just be historically accurate) melt snow for bath water. They have a screen made out of a  blanket hung over two chairs. Laura goes first, then Mary, then Pa has to empty and refill the bath tub for Ma, then Pa. I guess Carrie doesn't have to be clean on Sundays? Or maybe Carries gets bathed as needed.  On Sundays, they sit quietly and listen to stories.  Laura likes to look at the pictures in the Bible, and learns that Adam didn't have clothes to wear on Sundays. Laura wishes she had nothing to wear but skins. Eventually she acts up and instead of getting  a spanking, she gets a story from Pa.  Grandpa's Sled and the Pig  Pa's story is about Grandpa and how Sundays used to begin on Saturday night, and no one was allowed to work or play. Everything was solemn.  I did some independant research trying to figure out what religion Grandpa was but it's not really known. Maybe if I had an Ancestry.com account, i'd be able to figure out where and when they came to the states and figure it out from there. But it's just generic Christianity. Laura ends up at a Congregational Church, which is interesting to me for personal reasons.  Old Timey Grandpa Christian rules include going to bed on Saturday night immediately after the after-dinner prayer, sitting up straight, walking to Church (Which also led me to just delete a long, judgmental story about my Conservative Jewish college teammate) and a prohibition on smiling. I thought prayer and Jesus was supposed to bring comfort and joy? NO SMILING! (Also no working, so no horses or cooking. Cold food only.) After dinner on Sundays, they sat in a row on a bench, studying their catechism until Sunday was over.  Grandpa's house was on a hill, so they liked to sled. Grandpa and his brothers made a new sled. They had 2-3 hours on Saturday to play. But their father kept them longer on Saturday and they missed their chance due to chores. So during church, they thought about the sled. Then at dinner, they thought about the sled. Eventually, they hear their father snoring and they sneak out to try out the sled. Just once. Be back before he wakes up. (We've all heard this story!) The sled goes faster and faster and I just realized that there was no mention of a mother . The sled speeds out of control and they go right under a pig, which sits on James (one of the brothers). The three boys and the squealing pig sled past the house, where the father (this would be Charles' Grandfather) is watching them from the doorway. The pig runs off without goring anyone, the sled gets put away, and the boys go back to sitting and studying. After Sundown, the father takes them out to the woodshed and "tanned their jackets" which I am going to say is a euphemism for "beat them with a stick or some plumbing line."  Laura asks if little girls had to be good like that, and Pa said it was harder for little girls, because they were never allowed to sled.  They could only stay in and stitch.  Much like Laura (and Arya Stark), I'm very happy to not be restricted to that. Pa brings out his fiddle and plays. Laura falls asleep to the sound, then wakes up and Pa says it's her birthday and she needs a spanking. She gets six. (Soft, not hard) She's actually five, the last one was to "grow on." I wonder how long he does this. It's weird.  Laura is given a stick person to keep Charlotte company. Ma has five cakes for her, one for each year. Mary made her a dress. (Jesus, Mary's like, what, 7? I still couldn't make someone a wearable dress.) Although when I was 7, I did teach myself how to read music and play piano on a little keyboard, which convinced my dad that I needed to go outside more. Pa doesn't buy or make Laura anything, he just plays a song for her.  It's pop goes the weasel. They list out the lyrics and the girls are supposed to look for the weasel and they can't find it and I'm sure this would be fun to read to a kid.  --- So thinking about putting this into a historical context, this was taking place sometime around 1870; under Grant's administration. After the Civil War. Wisconsin has been a state for maybe 30 years, there is a university in Madison. The economy is centered around logging and brewing. This little family is just homesteading. There are probably miners and trappers and other resource type people.  It seems so lonely to be so far away from town. I know when I was around Laura's age, I was well aware of various states and countries and the space program,  my neighbors, different churches, towns, candy stores.   

Maggie Mae

Maggie Mae

Edens Year 17: Adam lies, Elsie thrives

Welcome back to 66 Goodbook Avenue! SO much happened in Year 16/2025, that this year was naturally a bit slower - at least for the Edens.  Adam and Eva have now turned 35, which means their Try For A Baby % success rate has gone down to 50% per day (4 months Sim Time) vs the former 70%. However, Adam and Eva can't keep their hands off each other so naturally Blessing #15 (!!!!!!!1!!!1!!) was on its way soon enough (and how)!  Which was really a shame, as things at the Edens were falling apart. Sure, Genesis was still diligent about her musical studies and toddler care, and the eldest two boys were learning home repair and now mowing lawns for extra cash, but the younger kids were out of control. Staying up all hours, making messes all over the place, and even just wandering off.  Below, see Ruth just by herself, sad, in the middle of a forlorn park. And Ruth wasn't the only one who wasn't Safe At Home.  Oh Adam what have we here? He decided he would also take himself to a park, and enjoy a hot dog with a short-skirt and makeup-wearing hussy. Usually that much eyeliner is associated with Plexus shills and an RV enshrouded in a cloud of hairspray, but this time Adam found himself in a flirty conversation with a married woman.  Too bad his daughter Ruth had to show up and ruin it all. Adam went home, embarrassed, to enjoy his perfect, pure, Christ-like marriage. Let's see if he can stay on the straight and narrow from now on. Other notable events include Chronicles, the fiesty 11th kid born on Halloween, aging into an outgoing and fiesty child. You go girl! At the end of the year, the TWINS Esther and Nehemiah aged up as well.  And just like that, the house is full of toddlers again. Also, there is now officially no more room in either the boys or girls rooms for more beds, and the nursery is full up too. Ezra ages up in two months and there's another baby on the way, so who knows what the Edens will do!    Across the neighborhood, the Johnsons are having a much more sedate time. Romano turned 5 and started Kindergarten at a private Christian school. He's so cute in his uniform! On the weekends and before school, Romano does his homework while Elsie practices her cooking and reads about mixology. She still feels uncomfortable with the idea of alcohol, but she has to be able to describe drink options for her catering clients, and so she studies diligently. They have a very picturesque life now, but it's been quiet. A little too quiet. Elsie is home alone in the mornings after Romano has left for school and before her shift starts, so she and Romano got a kitty! Romano thought it was going to be hard to pick out just one cat. But then he met Nacho. Nacho, with a cheese name just like him! It was love at first whisker touch. Elsie has started to consider putting herself out into the dating world again, but for now, she has a happy family and her big empty house is starting to be filled. Yay Elsie! We are all so happy for you! Until next time, Edens out! (and Nacho, get off those counters!)

neurogirl

neurogirl

 

What is truth?

Pontius Pilate asked the question, "What is truth?"

More and more, I'm finding it impossible to figure out what the truth is.

Of course, Jesus IS the way, truth, and life, but I have problems figuring out what that means for me in day-to-day living.  (Note:  I speak from a Christian world-view.)

But when people lie, and everyone seems to have an agenda, it's impossible to figure out who's telling the truth.

Either we want to make ourselves look good or the other person look bad.

 

fransalley

fransalley

 

Christianese

Anyone besides me hate "Christianese"?

Some time back, I was in a Bible study group where one of the participants said something to the effect of, "Well, we just need to step out on faith, get out of the boat, and learn to walk on water!"

I didn't say anything, but I thought, "Do you even know what it is that you're saying?  Do you even know what all of that means?"

This is my problem with what we call "Christianese".  These are the words and phrases that we throw around that make us sound spiritual, but in reality, when pinned down for a definition, we couldn't give one.  

My number one "beserk button" is the phrase, "God is in control."  Before the 2008 Presidential election, I said that I was really scared, and immediately, two people chorused, "God is in control."  I thought, "Of COURSE you can say, 'God is in control.' Your candidate is going to win!"

"God is in control" is one of those phrases that people say when they want to sound spiritual.  I agree to an extent that "God is in control," I believe he will watch over us and work things out for good, that my needs will be met somehow and that we will be taken care of.  But sometimes, I think it's used as a throwaway cliche, or as a "thought-stopper".  It's what people say when they're not comfortable with our questions, our doubts, and our pain, but they know they need to say something that sounds encouraging.  So they'll say, God is in control, and they have fulfilled their Christian obligation and they don't have to acknowledge the pain that the other person is dealing with.

"Give it to God" is another one.  I mean, what exactly are you doing when you do that?  The picture I get is of someone opening their hands and holding them up to God, saying, "Okay, God, I give it to you."  Then they sit back and do absolutely nothing while God magically solves the problem.

And "The Lord will provide" also lands on the list.  I read a FB thread about working on Sunday, and at least one poster didn't believe that people should take a job that would require them to work on Sunday because it would interfere with "the assembling of the saints".  When asked, what is the person supposed to do if the only job they can find requires working on Sundays, the poster responded with, "The Lord will provide."  I nearly saw red.  I understand the need to be with fellow believers, but is the person saying, "The Lord will provide," willing to contribute to the financial support of that believer just so they can worship on Sundays? 

If anyone has any other "Christianese" examples, feel free to share!

fransalley

fransalley

Little House in the Big Woods Recap: Christmas

Christmas Here's a list of things I enjoy about this book:  It is apolitical. Trump does not exist.  It is pleasant to read.  There is no comment section full of people yelling at each other about things that have nothing to do with the article.  The illustrations are perfect. They fit the theme and aren't too modern, yet still nice too look at.  I enjoy the setting & it's a picture perfect view of a time when things were likely not picture perfect.  Trump hasn't even been born yet. World War I and II haven't happened. It's just Mary and Laura and Ma and Pa.  Things I dislike:  Casual racism. Bullet making. Trapping.  Anyway, so Christmas is coming and Wisconsin is full of snow. I love snow. I love our hoarfrost. I especially love talking about the hoarfrost with young teenagers who get excited that they are allowed to say "whore" and their dumb jokes.  Pa makes Ma an intricate shelf, which Ma puts a "china woman" on.  I'm guessing it's some sort of porcelain doll? Or is it actually a Chinese doll? I have no idea.  I am inspired by Pa's woodworking skills though.  Ma cooks for Christmas - "rye'n'Injun" bread, Swedish crackers, baked beans, salt pork, molasses. Vinegar pies, dried apple pies, and cookies. Okay, I know what Swedish crackers, baked beans, salt pork, and molasses are. No idea on the Vinegar pies or rye'n'injun bread. I feel weird typing out the rye bread name.    For Christmas, extended family visits! All of the kids run around shouting, and get yelled at. There are no ages listed, but Laura is obviously younger than Peter and Alice and Ella. They flop around in the snow for a bit, and get so excited they can't sleep. See, olden days people are just like us, but without the internet. Or automobiles. Or Beat Saber.  Uncle Peter and Aunt Eliza tell a story that Laura eavesdrops in on. It involves their family dog protecting them from a panther. Man, there must have been a lot of big cats back in the day.  Ma realizes the kids are all awake and tells Pa to play fiddle for them.  Then it's Christmas! They all wake up and get their stockings! They all got candy and mittens. Laura gets a rag doll. The other girls are not jealous because Laura is the littlest, other than Carrie and Dolly Varden (OMG that's a fish). The dolls name is Charlotte.  Peter jokes about no one getting only a switch. I wonder if that's like the "you'll get only coal" that some parents threaten now?  Then they do chores because life during westward expansion and homestead isn't easy. They eat pancakes and now I want pancakes.  It's too cold to be outside (ha!) and so they look at the bible and Laura holds her doll, and they eat candy.  They are served dinner and we are reminded that children should be seen and not heard, which is so weird. And their aunt and uncle and cousins leave.  Not a lot happens but it's just a nice story. Definitely for kids. Very nice distraction from the very stable genius. 

Maggie Mae

Maggie Mae

 

The Loop

Here's the loop I find myself in:

Everyone believes they're right.
Everyone can prove it by Scripture.
But too often, people use Scripture to come to diametrically opposing conclusions.
So who's right?
I don't know.
It's impossible to figure it out.
And I'm afraid of getting it wrong and going to hell.

fransalley

fransalley

  • Posts

    • JordynDarby5

      Posted

      On ‎5‎/‎21‎/‎2019 at 3:36 PM, Palimpsest said:

      :fainting:

      To me a "red shirt" is a Star Trek character who is killed <2 minutes into an episode.

      I remember when I realized Juliet was wearing a red shirt on LOST, and yes she was killed off. 

    • Italiangirl

      Posted

      2 hours ago, Smee said:

      The cynic in me says it was to do with the timing of the show (didn’t she release the news just before the season started?) but jm2c’s reason is nicer.

      If are referring to Jessa then no  she announce in January just before the season end. Lauren and Jessa was due at the same time, but then Lauren miscarried and Jessa waited a little but more to announce 

    • Triplet3

      Posted

      My sisters and I were a surprise when we popped up on the ultrasound because there was no known history of multiple births on either side of the family, other than I think a great-aunt may have had a twin who was stillborn. Meanwhile, my husband’s dad and grandma are/were both fraternal twins, but that won’t affect whether or not I have twins (if I ever manage to get pregnant...) Only the fact that I’m a triplet will, I assume, affect my chances. My sisters and I are two identical, one fraternal.

      • Upvote 1
    • hollyfeller

      Posted

      9 hours ago, wallysmommy said:

      Here it is.

      F978AAD7-33B5-4C10-A341-A3F3D725CF6A.png

      Thank goodness I was a career woman because it enabled me to escape my abusive marriage.  If I hadn't been earning a good paycheck on my own I would have been stuck in a miserable situation. So, Flicka, I am damn happy that I could take care of MYSELF when I hit one of those "deep pits in the road."  I am so tired of the judgmental crap.

      • Upvote 1
    • JordynDarby5

      Posted (edited)

      On ‎5‎/‎21‎/‎2019 at 1:35 PM, tabitha2 said:

      I want one of them to use the name Mara because it’s just pretty and then be informed that’s a Demon in Buddhist Lore as well as a Hindu Goddess of Death. I wonder if they would change it.

      I didn't know that. That's really cool! Mara was also the name of Luke Skywalker's wife before Disney bought the franchise. 

      Edited by JordynDarby5


  • Recent Status Updates

    • clueliss

      clueliss

      I survived giving my first webex training!  (why yes, anxiety was in attendance)
      · 1 reply
    • Bethella

      Bethella

      Cancer sucks. My aunt was diagnosed with metastatic lung cancer in February 2018. Her goal was to see the birth of her first grandchild in early June but this afternoon they told us that she isn’t going to make it. Feeling pretty powerless right now.
      · 4 replies
    • Sky with diamonds

      Sky with diamonds

      Thanks to the people who gave me condolences and support after my father's recent passing. 
      It's harder than I ever thought possible to go on without him. 
      · 4 replies
    • feministxtian

      feministxtian

      hubby had 2 seizures last night. Waiting for radiation appointment still. Scared out of my mind. Exhausted. 
      · 10 replies
    • Chocolate Lover

      Chocolate Lover

      Surgery for TFCC repair tomorrow!  The next few weeks are going to be a tax on my naturally limited patience.
      · 3 replies
×