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The most important thing

(This is a cut-and-paste entry from my public blog.)

"Dad molested me when I was a kid."

Those are hard words for anyone to say, hard words for anyone to hear.

When preacher Jimmy Hinton heard those words, they punched him in the gut.

Because the person who said those words, Alex Howlett, was Jimmy Hinton's sister.

So when Alex said, "Dad molested me," she was saying that it was their father, Church of Christ pastor John Hinton, who'd preached for the Somerset Church of Christ in Pennsylvania for 27 years, who'd done it.

Jimmy Hinton did two things.

First, he told Alex, "I believe you."

Second, he reported his father to the police. 

That report prompted an investigation which resulted in John Hinton pleading guilty to the sexual assault of four girls, ages four to seven.  John Hinton is now in the Rockville State Prison, serving a 30- to 60-year sentence. 

Contrast this with an incident in the Uniontown Church of Christ in Uniontown, Pennsylvania.

When a judge sentenced volunteer youth minister Clyde Brothers on charges of "corruption of minors and indecent exposure", part of his ruling was to order Brothers not to attend the church "until and unless there is a signed waiver of this provision . . .by the governing authority of the said Church."

Soon after, the elders met to consider granting that waiver and to allow Brothers to continue worshiping with the congregation.

A mother of one of the victims told the Christian Chronicle, "It's almost like Clyde is more important than the victims are."

(The judge's decision was reversed on appeal due to the fact that the statutes of limitations had run out.)

Les Ferguson, pastor for the Lake Harbor Church of Christ in Mississippi, is tragically familiar with the subject of sexual abuse.  A member of his former congregation, the Orange Grove Church of Christ in Gulfport, Mississippi, offered to babysit Les' son Cole once a week.  Cole was severely disabled, and Les' wife Karen badly needed the break.   The member used that time to rape Cole, and he threatened Cole with death if he told.   Cole eventually did tell, and Les and Karen reported the predator to the police.  The man was arrested, released on bail, and while out on bail, he murdered Karen and Cole before committing suicide.

And just last week, a Church of Christ minister in the Sarasota, Florida area -- a registered sex offender -- was arrested on charges of possession of child pornography.

I've deliberately picked stories from Churches of Christ because they are my "tribe" of believers.  The news media, over the last several years, has covered the abuse of children by Catholic priests, and more recently, they've covered widespread sexual abuse in Southern Baptist convention churches and in other evangelical churches.  But this is not a problem that exists only in "denominational churches".  Churches of Christ deal with it, also.  We are no different. 

I grow weary of the continual reports of sexual abuse among people who claim to be Christians.  Jimmy Hinton grew up admiring his preacher father, and it was because of him that Jimmy, himself, entered the ministry.  Christians tend to be trusting of other people who claim to be Christians.  We love a good repentance story and we love a good story of forgiveness.  God does forgive.  People do repent and change and stay changed. 

On the other hand, sexual abuse is a crime that stays with the victim for life.  I don't think we appreciate just how shattering the crime of sexual abuse is.  Too many of us treat it as a "sin" and tell the victim, "the Bible says you must forgive," and demand immediate forgiveness.  I don't hear the same emphasis on telling the offender "you must repent and prove your repentance by your deeds".

Jimmy Hinton still preaches.  He also is an advocate for victims of sexual assault and consults with church leaders on the topic of abuse. 

Alex Howlett no longer goes to church.  She said in an interview, "I don't like the idea of God as a fatherly thing.  If that's who He is He wasn't there for me.  If my dad was supposed to be someone who was spreading His word -- that's not the case at all." None of the victims from the Uniontown Church of Christ remain in church.  One victim is in jail, and two of them have committed suicide. Les Ferguson has remarried, and he preaches, but he is still without his first wife and his son.

(Snark alert here.)

But go ahead, let's keep arguing about instrumental music, and whether or not women can preach, and whether or not we can have kitchens in a church building, and whether or not it's a sin to turn in your contribution to the church early because you're going to be out of town on Sunday.

Because we all know that we are saved by the five-step plan of salvation in order to perform the five acts of worship -- preaching/teaching, singing, prayer, taking up of a collection, and taking the Lord's Supper -- on Sunday, and only on Sunday.

After all, that's the most important thing. Isn't it?

 

fransalley

fransalley

 

A successful sister!

I'll get new pictures of Kiki in a couple of days when our breeder has time off of work. (She has a normal job besides breeding, because she has only about two litters per year and she is a responsible breeder she can't live off of it.) But there are very good news from her biological sister, who also lives at the same place. She won the two required titles, passed all the health tests and is now a certified breeding dog. The two sisters are completely different. Mine comes after the mother, she is the spitting image of her, and the other one looks like the dad. They have a brother and he looks completely different. Genetics are funny. Kiki was supposed to go on that route as well, but because her teeth have a minor (like really minor) problem she is not allowed to. Good for us, because otherwise we wouldn't have her. I'm also so happy for our breeder because she puts so much effort in it and to be rewarded with another top dog is amazing. (She hates having to go on those shows, but it is necessary to be able to breed officially.)

Gobbles

Gobbles

 

Hims Three!

It's our baby's birthday today 😊 He's had adventures, a,new fridge to scale, & a new doggie to argue with.  He & Mina are still working out their lap domination dynamic.  Our favorite kitty decided to help himself to daddy's muffins I made the other night.  I woke up to discover a shredded zip lock, and half a muffin clean gone. He'd left tooth marks in several others.  Honey discovered said muffins halfway down the hall into Thor's room.   The muffin destruction was great.  I lub my baby. 

Imrlgoddess

Imrlgoddess

 

A Little Less Salty - Can You Guess the Place?

So, a while ago I mentioned in my last entry, that my sister and I share a language we have made up ourselves. We were chatting again as usual, and I noticed that we sometimes write cities and countries as they should be in Finnish or English, and some we turn into our language. I'll list some of these down - have a guess and/or a laugh! 1. Kostawika 2. Tsäpön 3. Nuujook 4. Ooswewija 5. Montwiä 6. Washa 7. Nooskäwowiinä 8. Uwanbato 9. Assöbashan 10. Bwyssewi

finnlassie

finnlassie

 

She is already spoiled...

Kiki isn't even here yet and won't be for a long time, but she already has a box for her stuff. We have a lot of doggie things already due to big sister, but we need some new things for her. I want to wait buying her her harness/collar and the more expensive things (bag for travelling by plane, car box, ect.).  I want to buy as much stuff as possible at the different shelter events here in our area. They have those flea markets every time and the things they sell were donated to them, so I can justify all my purchases as donations. A win-win situation. Yesterday the was a summer festival at one and I got Kiki is leash and one thing one the must-have list - a muzzle. For travelling it is required for example in Austria to have on with you or in Croatia on the ferry. I have never seen a dog wearing one, but we have it in case it is needed. The leash is red with hearts on it, cheesy as hell. Knowing her character, she would hate me if she knew what kind of leash that is. 🤣 Also today a cool-mat for big sister is arriving in the mail and a rucksack thing to carry dogs in for Kiki. I wanted to have a cheap option already available for visits. We won't used it a lot later, but she needs to know it and for example at our graveyards no dogs are allowed. If I put her in that I can carry her like that, that should be okay. Or it depends on the IKEA, but some allow dogs in carriers inside. Or even if we go on hikes for several hours she can be carried for a while. I really have to stop myself from buying her things. 

Gobbles

Gobbles

 

It's official - we got the papers!

On June 5th we signed the contracts and paid Kiki. It's official know. We own two dogs, one still here with us and one 150km away. 
With the papers we also got her pedigree passport type of thing. We don't really care about her relatives and what they won or that one of them was at Crufts, but it is nice to see who she is related too, especially because we know nothing about big sister, not even her real birthday.  Her parents are from the Czech Republic. (Mum lives in Germany, Dad in the Czech Republic.) Her grandparents on her mothers side are also from the Czech Republic and from Denmark. On her fathers side we have both grandparents from the Czech Republic. The great-grandparents are very interesting. There are of course eight of them and three of those eight are from the US, one from Japan, one from the UK, one from Sweden and again two from the Czech Republic.   The US kennels are "Dartan", "Rafina", "Halo's" and the one from the UK is named "Bramerita".  Currently she weighs 2,2kg (4lb 13oz) and we thing that she'll end up at around 2,5kg (5lbs 8oz). Which makes her a smaller dog in our breeders standards. Her dogs are always around 3kg (6lb 9oz). The German dog federation wants a Chihuahua to be between 2-3kg.  I also made an album for pictures of her when I don't have enough to write about but a picture to show. 

Gobbles

Gobbles

 

And she is mine.

Fall 2017: First toy bought at an animal fair. First time held a Chihuahua. 
January 29th 2018: Gave a list of breeders to my mother so that she could call them.
January 31th 2018: My Mum had a two hour phone call with our future breeder.
August 26th 2018: First visit to the breeder. First time seeing Kiki, who arrived there one day earlier. At that time not knowing she would be ours.
May 5th 2019: We got the mail that Kiki would be a suitable dog for me. 
May 26th 2019: First time meeting Kiki for real.
To be continued... Kiki Luna.
Born May 16th 2018.
  I'm not good at waiting for something. We knew that they would arrive between 10am and 11am. I spend that hour behind our window in the stairway. Of course they came at exact 11am, so I waited an hour. Earlier in the morning we drove to a bakery in the neighbour village to get some brezels and buns. We got the table ready and I made sure that her future toys would be there and a fish like play tunnel I got very cheap a while ago. We were standing outside the house when they arrived. Current doggie and now big sister spend the day at my grandparents. She was a bit shy for the first few minutes, but then she quickly overcame that. While talking outside our neighbours walked past and she did great. She greeted them friendly, but not overly friendly (she is not that type of dog who instantly runs to someone). We then went inside to have cake and snacks and so that she could recover a bit from the car ride. She was carried up the stairs by her breeder. Our breeder thinks that a couple of stairs is okay, but she feels like too many of them are not good for so little dogs.  After that we went for a walk. It was a very sunny, beautiful day and also the elections for the European parliament were happening yesterday so a lot of people also walked to the polling station nearby. I can't count how many people we saw. Many who we knew so we had to stop and talk to quite a lot people. Kiki did great. When we walked past a horse farm type of thing their dog came out and we stopped and talked to the owner a quite a while. It was a Collie, like Lassie. She is around the same age as Kiki but obviously a lot bigger. Kiki was not so sure at first but friendly. Jandra (the Collie) got down to her level to meet her which was amazing to see. There was a fence between them and while we were talking Kiki, the cheeky little thing, crawled under the fence into the property and got in to Jandra. It was really great seeing those two together and I think that when the time comes and she will be here for good those two could be good friends.  After the walk we again had some leftover cake and snacks and Kiki made herself comfortable with her little bum inside my fish tunnel. It looked like the fish was swallowing her. So funny and we were really happy that she was so relaxed. We talked some more about the financials, what she would cost and the costs that would be coming up, vet and taxes, stuff like that. We get the legal paperwork sometime this week to sign and then like planned she will live and continue to learn at the breeder. We are going to visit her during that time, in fact a visit is already planned sometime during this summer.  She also met my Grandparents, which was important for me because you never know if they are going to be around when she comes to live with us. My Grandpa is 87 and at that age everything is possible. So her meeting them was a wish I had. My Grandpa said that she looks like a big rat but also said she was a nice dog.  Her original name is "Kiss me". Like that, not translated from German. Our breeder choose to name her Kiki and we are going to keep that name because it fits her so well. Her second name will be Luna, based on Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter. Due to her scar I wanted some kind of reference and Luna is also my favourite character. (Current doggie has three names, the one from the shelter, our name we choose for her and the name she got from the people in Turkey who rescued her. I use all three when I'm mad at her.)  We are extremely happy with our decision and she is something to look forward too, especially because in the next years we will eventually loose so many old people around us (who all are childless) and of course our current dog.  We only made one picture yesterday of me holding her, we completely forgot to make others. (Blacked myself out and attached it below.) The pictures look a bit different to how she looks in real life. Her scar is much more visible when you see her in person. First one is her as a puppy. Second one is a picture that was sent to me a while ago from our breeder and the last one is me holding her and she is kissing me. 

Gobbles

Gobbles

 

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

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    • lilwriter85

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      2 hours ago, Alisamer said:

       

      I'm pretty sure a large number of Lori's leghumpers are far less well off than her, and for them money is tighter than time. So their reaction to a problem is to dump it on their husband, who then is expected (or feels he has to, or can only afford to) fix it himself. 

      Lori, however, whines at Ken, who then almost certainly calls in a professional to deal with the problem. Ken's way of dealing with the problem is to call the plumber/repairman/whatever and get out the credit card/checkbook to pay for it.

      Lori is very shortsighted. She doesn't realize that her fangirls trying to take her advice are living far different lives than hers. For example it's very easy for Lori to eat organic food, so everyone should. It never occurs to her that there are places where organic food is less easy to acquire, or that people might not be able to afford organic, or any of a million other reasons why someone might find it difficult or impossible to live like Lori. This applies to ALL of Lori's advice. She thinks everyone lives like she does, so must do what she says (but not what she does, because Lori is special and blessed or something).

       

      I agree with what you're saying.  I remember a couple of fangirls saying they saved money because their husbands did household repairs. Growing up, my parents did  household repairs for things they were sure they could do. There were times they called in professionals for major repairs that they didn't feel comfortable doing. Lori wouldn't give a shit if a fangirl's husband was unable to do a major plumbing repair and they don't have money for a plumber. 

    • smittykins

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      I remember Jimmy saying that he’s pansexual.

    • Palimpsest

      Posted

      And we finally have an official public update.  In excruciating detail.  I'm feeling free to share it because I shared Johnny's prayer request.  Being cyber-challenged I will have to ask someone else to share all the piccies and a video of Johnny walking for those who are blocked.

      And he's now a "metallic missionary with a bionic back."   

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      After Surgery Report from Baptist Missionary John Shrader (feel free to share if you were one of the many that shared our prayer request!)

      I first of all want to praise the Living God of Heaven. I am looking forward to sharing more in the coming days of what God has done, and how clearly and evident it has been seen that "...the good hand of our God was upon us," as the Bible said about Ezra and others.

      I secondly want to thank the many many dear people that prayed, and are continuing in prayer for me at this critical juncture. I still need your prayers for the days ahead.

      God has chosen to orchestrate, in an incontrovertible manner, an amazing sequence of events to bring a medical miracle to me.

      As I slowly share the stories in the days to come, I pray that you will have your faith strengthened that implicitly trusting, by complete faith, in God's direction through the leading of His Holy Spirit (always in accordance with, and NEVER in the slightest way against, His Holy Word). These testimonies can only be explained through the power of God and the Divine leadership of God the Holy Spirit!

      I went into surgery around 7:30 Wed. am, the 21st of August. They brought me back, after about 5 hours of surgery and then some recovery, to the hospital room where dad was waiting around 2:30 pm. The main Surgeon is Dr. Scott Hodges, whose practice is based in Tennessee. He along with another eminent Spine Surgeon, Dr. Humphries, as well as a biomedical engineer invented the most amazing replacement disk.

      Dr. Hodges has performed over 16,000 surgeries, but was dissatisfied with the loss of motion with fusion operations, and the fact that a fusion patient is 2-5x more likely to need additional surgeries, and wanted "motion preservation." You will see from the X-Ray scans the disk replacement prosthesis are at different angles, truly an amazing device. It's made of one of the hardest metals in the world, and has been tested in the lab to 40+ years of simulated use and showed virtually no wear. It's edges are titanium, which bone adheres very well too. My bones will eventually grow around the device, but there are two pedical screws anchoring the device. The clinical data is quite amazing, and this device and procedure has an astounding 94% patient satisfaction, virtually unheard of in the world of back surgeries!

      I am posting two new pics of a cross section of my spinal canal. The first one shows a fairly normal view of my spine. The white, almost heart-shaped section in the middle is the spinal canal, and the little black dots at the bottom of that is my nerves.

      The second pic shows how the herniated disk was compressing the nerves. When a surgeon who has done 16,000+ surgeries calls your injuries "impressive," that's saying something. Dr. Hodges was very surprised I've been able to do as much as I have been!

      I am astounded how God has so clearly and providentially orchestrated all this, and I am deeply humbled and grateful for the precious prayers of all of you. Literally all over the world, from Siberia, Nepal, Singapore, Canada, China, South Korea, Israel, Australia, all over America, and possibly other places I don't know about, God's people poured out petitions on my behalf. Our dear folks in our first church plant in Kafue were fasting and praying the entire day of the surgery. Because they are 7 hours ahead, that means they were meeting at the church property until 9 pm, so precious.

      I humbly ask those who God touches your heart to continue lifting me to the "...throne of grace..." in this time of need. I'm including a small clip dad took of me walking just a few hours after surgery with Dr. Hodges.

      This team is amazing, God fearing people that truly care, have amazing skill and knowledge, and are part of my medical miracle. I'm now a metallic missionary with a bionic back. I'm also only the second patient ever to have 3 of these implants put in! The first man was 79 years old!

      Thank you for caring and praying dear friends, please don't stop!

      Bro. John Shrader
      Historic Biblical Baptist Missionary based in Zambia

      I genuinely hope these implants work for John.  For Esther and the children's sake as well as his own.

      He is promising to share more of his stories soon.  Perhaps he will share that his recovery and rehab will take a lot longer than he thought.  

      But I want him to share who the flying fuck paid for this obviously incredibly expensive surgery!  Don't just tell us the Lord provided it!

      And can you also share the incriminating pictures you have hidden away of this mystery person, Johnny.  Other far more deserving people may need urgent back surgery too!

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    • formergothardite

      Posted (edited)

      2 hours ago, Palimpsest said:

      Homeschooling never seemed to be a high priority for the Millses.

      Sadly you are right. It really wasn't. I think that Andrea could give the impression of caring about education because she always bought all these organization stuff to organize their homeschool year. Which is why people who watched her videos could come away thinking they were good homeschoolers.  But if really watch closely, it is clear she was a shit homeschooling mom. She put more effort into organization of the school year than the actual teaching part. And since she herself was taught with ACE she had no clue how to actually teach children.

      I do hope they get a better education as time goes by, but I am not holding out hope. I suspect the older kids will be in charge of making sure the younger ones at least attempt to get through some of their workbooks.

       

       

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    • 2 hours ago, sableduck said:

      Derek saying hey guys, be available to meet your wife’s needs—that’s unheard of in a lot of fundie circles. 

      I've been a part of three separate fundie groups and all three of them have spoken like this. I'm not sure where the misconception began (and I know every fundie crowd is different) but majority of fundie Christians know that the men have to be equal in meeting the woman's needs. 

      2 hours ago, louisa05 said:

      As for repair people, my father-in-law was an appliance repair person and began encountering women who would not let him in because their "chaperone" wasn't there yet in his last few years of working. He was very offended by it. He was a professional and a married man devoted to his own wife. It would not have occurred to him to act as if he were neither. 

      Yes, exactly. My dad is an appliance repair man, and honestly - the thought would never cross his mind to take advantage of such situations. He's just so oblivious when it comes to those aspects. 



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