Frankly, sounds like the makings of a set-up. Cono affects a certain peer group. Wouldn't surprise me if cono is a basic recipe, that's been simmering a bit - and down the road, an eye-of-newt, and a few drops of bat-poop will be added to the mix. It 'el be set to simmer a few years more, and then set out to do its job - reduce the numbers of a certain group of people.
Ya know, the group of people whose parents, now gone, are buried (not crispy-crittered) in the same plot. Ya know, people whose parents actually stayed married to each other until death (not dIvorce) split 'em up.
Could be all about evolution, babah! Oh, we're told time and time again, we evolved from monkeys. Our motives are from the jungle, and we're told that animal instincts are acceptable (that it's okay to swing from vines, and generally be skanks). Well guess what, the evolutioni$tz aren't preaching about! Monkeys have a life-span of not more than 30 or 40 years. That's what!
Thursday, March 12, 2020
Tuesday, March 10, 2020
What's with all the "crinkle?" Super tissuey thin fabric - that's what. And much of it
is rayon or whatever other fake fabric in the mix. Have four cotton crinkles up in the closet - sewed cotton linings in the skirts. Goodnight alive, just wanting to wear clothing that people can't see through...uh, i was very partial to multiple layers when i was young. It's like basic modesty and feminity are countercultural. Saw another "crinkle" dress, and i'll send for it come payday - and make a run over to the (only) fabric store in the area for a few yards of cotton fabric. Yeah, won't wear it 'till it's got a generous lining.
Oh, but here's the deal. The "crinkles" have thicker fabric in the bodice than in the skirt. It's like the pervs who design this stuff want women's private area to be less covered. Just sick. Well newsflash to satan's suck-ups (another pun): i have a sewing machine and know how to use it.
Oh, but here's the deal. The "crinkles" have thicker fabric in the bodice than in the skirt. It's like the pervs who design this stuff want women's private area to be less covered. Just sick. Well newsflash to satan's suck-ups (another pun): i have a sewing machine and know how to use it.
Saturday, March 7, 2020
In some countries, Christians are not able to get decent jobs or allowed to own property.
They are at the non-mercy of PIG landlords - pun very intended; these landlords (who won't fix nothin') lay awake at night contriving to get more rent. In short, these preying (yeah, another pun) at precise times daily, satanic brownnosers are - not suprising - a bunch a nosey b*tards; far more invasive than any proverbial fat, middle-aged, divorced, embittered and out of her meds cat-lady could ever hope to be.
Preacher said we're to pray for oppressors. That's hard doing, to say the least. Needful to say, the preacher wasn't talking about praying imprecatory ones. Won't go there anyway. Yeah i know King David prayed God to completely stomp to powder his enemies...uh, i ain't King David.
Meanwhile, too many satanic brownnosing politicians, over here in the west, have opened the borders to let the (dole-trough) crowding pigs in. Oh, but won't let the Christian tenants - who would jump for joy at the educational and vocational opportunities - come over here and become productive citizens.
Politicans! Bluuck. Uh, i haven't forgotten, that same swine-herd left our boys to ROT in Hanoi, back in 74/75. And i seldom vote because???
Preacher said we're to pray for oppressors. That's hard doing, to say the least. Needful to say, the preacher wasn't talking about praying imprecatory ones. Won't go there anyway. Yeah i know King David prayed God to completely stomp to powder his enemies...uh, i ain't King David.
Meanwhile, too many satanic brownnosing politicians, over here in the west, have opened the borders to let the (dole-trough) crowding pigs in. Oh, but won't let the Christian tenants - who would jump for joy at the educational and vocational opportunities - come over here and become productive citizens.
Politicans! Bluuck. Uh, i haven't forgotten, that same swine-herd left our boys to ROT in Hanoi, back in 74/75. And i seldom vote because???
Happens to husbands also. Brett's wife died recently, and he's not only heartbroke,
he's broke. What's with people, refinancing this and that, and the other? Don't people get the fact that we're not getting any younger? It's one thing to undergo financial hassles when you're 30-ish, oh but waay another when you're 50-ish. Wow, he looks rough. Yeah, so did i last year - and still do.
And no, i don't know the couple's business - and don't want to know - but i know enough that there's alot of 50-ish people who submit to worldling peer pressure, as much as - really more than teenagers. Atleast teens haven't been around long enough to know better.
By the way, i don't know what the kids these days are being taught in school about finances. Back when t-rex chased school buses, us kids received a packet in math class; in it were instructions concerning take-home salary, rental and utility notices, household and grocery needs. We even had a category for church contributions. Oh brother, am i dating myself.
And no, i don't know the couple's business - and don't want to know - but i know enough that there's alot of 50-ish people who submit to worldling peer pressure, as much as - really more than teenagers. Atleast teens haven't been around long enough to know better.
By the way, i don't know what the kids these days are being taught in school about finances. Back when t-rex chased school buses, us kids received a packet in math class; in it were instructions concerning take-home salary, rental and utility notices, household and grocery needs. We even had a category for church contributions. Oh brother, am i dating myself.
Friday, March 6, 2020
Age-discrimination. Men sense it too, but it seems that women sense it earlier.
i'll just have to figure out something...in the case of... Namely, will just have to trust in the Lord. And unlike the ever-chasing-coat-tails worldlings, the Lord isn't chIding me to butch my (ever thinning) hair - or color over and perm up the gray. By the way, having those chemical$ put in is like $200 - that is, for the (supposedly) less harsh ones. It's no great mystery, that three months later, it'$ time to hit the chem-trail - again.
The world...ugh. All's they want is yer wallet. Yikes, worldlings are worse than (their fellow-worlding) tithe-preaching pulpiteers. Digressing again, a co-worker was telling me about how her church leaders send out a how-much-r-u-gonna-fork-over form. She told me she pitches it in the can, because she doesn't like to make commitments that she might not be able to keep. Ya know, she might need tires this spring to pass inspection - uh, so she can get back and forth to work. Anyway, one of the preachers - who, like the others, gives a we(a)kly 15- minute sermonette - is headed for a two-week tropical va-ca. Woah! Wasn't that th' same dude who, just last September, went to that pagan playground, called Di$neyWorld?
Anyway, growing old isn't fun. And, of course, it's no great exercise in conspiracy theorizing to suspect, there are hellish forces who are very busy to make the aging-experience even more depressing. In short, those stupid looking yoga-pants are ugly enough on a slender 20-year old woman. Think about that same woman 30 or 40 years later...yeah, not a pretty sight. She may not be attractive, but she isn't totally clueless either.
But she is likely in despair. How do i dare know this? Uh, check the stats concerning the use of mind-bending drugs. It's not just Scotty's parents who have been (in various Christless forms) bullied into giving their normal red-blooded boy drugs - which 'el turn him into a metro-droid. Older women are popping anti-depressants - and then, on the way back from DoctorPusha's office - stop over at th' bigbox for another ugly arse'd pair of .... despair.
Yeah, just connect the dots.
The world...ugh. All's they want is yer wallet. Yikes, worldlings are worse than (their fellow-worlding) tithe-preaching pulpiteers. Digressing again, a co-worker was telling me about how her church leaders send out a how-much-r-u-gonna-fork-over form. She told me she pitches it in the can, because she doesn't like to make commitments that she might not be able to keep. Ya know, she might need tires this spring to pass inspection - uh, so she can get back and forth to work. Anyway, one of the preachers - who, like the others, gives a we(a)kly 15- minute sermonette - is headed for a two-week tropical va-ca. Woah! Wasn't that th' same dude who, just last September, went to that pagan playground, called Di$neyWorld?
Anyway, growing old isn't fun. And, of course, it's no great exercise in conspiracy theorizing to suspect, there are hellish forces who are very busy to make the aging-experience even more depressing. In short, those stupid looking yoga-pants are ugly enough on a slender 20-year old woman. Think about that same woman 30 or 40 years later...yeah, not a pretty sight. She may not be attractive, but she isn't totally clueless either.
But she is likely in despair. How do i dare know this? Uh, check the stats concerning the use of mind-bending drugs. It's not just Scotty's parents who have been (in various Christless forms) bullied into giving their normal red-blooded boy drugs - which 'el turn him into a metro-droid. Older women are popping anti-depressants - and then, on the way back from DoctorPusha's office - stop over at th' bigbox for another ugly arse'd pair of .... despair.
Yeah, just connect the dots.
Thursday, March 5, 2020
What's with all the UGLY ars'd yoga pants? Yesterday, while on the bus, had noticed
those garish things - everywhere. And the question popped into this pea-sized brain, "what happened to beauty?" An answer came, a few minutes ago, as i pulled into the parking lot. Cotton jeans will crease/wrinle; to prevent that, they must either be neatly folded and put in a drawer that actually has room in it, or carefully hung up in the closet. Not so with yoga pants.
Yoga pants are about no maintenance. Ya peel 'em off, throw 'em in the washer, then into the dryer. And the added bonus is: unlike cotton jeans, (that will crease quick) you don't have to be there when the 30-minutes are up. Yoga pants are every bit as easypeasy as they are mudfence ugly. You can quickly chuck 'em in a getting-too-full drawer. And there's no stupid zippers to deal with. Cotton jeans also take about 10 minutes longer to dry - and it's best to pull 'em out, hang 'em up while they're slightly damp. Uh, that requires an airy space - another basic comfort which too many working women end up doing without.
And if i may digress, the last freaking thing waay-overburdened women need, is to be smugly, sing-songee preached at about how they should deny self. UGH! Isn't a life of about NO time for much of anything - let alone, basic feminine beauty - denying self enough? No, it's never enough with freaking pharisees.
Woe, busstop ahead.
Yoga pants are about no maintenance. Ya peel 'em off, throw 'em in the washer, then into the dryer. And the added bonus is: unlike cotton jeans, (that will crease quick) you don't have to be there when the 30-minutes are up. Yoga pants are every bit as easypeasy as they are mudfence ugly. You can quickly chuck 'em in a getting-too-full drawer. And there's no stupid zippers to deal with. Cotton jeans also take about 10 minutes longer to dry - and it's best to pull 'em out, hang 'em up while they're slightly damp. Uh, that requires an airy space - another basic comfort which too many working women end up doing without.
And if i may digress, the last freaking thing waay-overburdened women need, is to be smugly, sing-songee preached at about how they should deny self. UGH! Isn't a life of about NO time for much of anything - let alone, basic feminine beauty - denying self enough? No, it's never enough with freaking pharisees.
Woe, busstop ahead.
On another blog, an interesting comment that so resonated. A recent post
from Lori Anderson's "Transformed Wife" blog, Debby - who hails from Kansas - has noticed - at the very least, a few times - the disorder of homes, where the wives are unable to be keepers. These wives and mothers are away for much of the day. In short, they're out earning a paycheck. And guess what: there's 24 hours in a day. So, things aren't going to get done, loosed buttons will end up getting lost in the clutter, another shirt will join a pile of other clothes with unmended seams, missing buttons, stains that have long set in. So, it's another trip to the big-box to buy another shirt - which after a few washings will look as tired as mom.
Homes have only so much space, and it doesn't take long for the visual noise to blare loud enough to - 30 miles down the highway - disrupt her concentration during staff meetings. Debby had also observed how these harried women don't invite company to their homes because of the clutter. i heard the same testimony from a woman i worked with - she was in a managerial position.
Godda get to work.
Homes have only so much space, and it doesn't take long for the visual noise to blare loud enough to - 30 miles down the highway - disrupt her concentration during staff meetings. Debby had also observed how these harried women don't invite company to their homes because of the clutter. i heard the same testimony from a woman i worked with - she was in a managerial position.
Godda get to work.
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