5 Things AFF Doesn't Know About Me!

[Trouvere]

I am the perfect weight...lol.....I am also married to the perfect man.
Brother Scott you are such a jewel.

[tbpew]

Originally Posted by Trouvere

I am the perfact weight...lol.....I am also married to the perfact man.
Brother Scott you are such a jewel.

....and you are the PEFECT DODGEBALL player!

[ILG]

Originally Posted by Margies3

I have a really funny story, but it's not on myself. Can I tell it?

When I lived in Owosso, I started attending a church in Durand for about the last year. At one point, I was going to move apartments. Several of the people from the church came to help, including the pastor's wife from the Durand church.

Prior to this move, my siblings had been up to visit for a few days. While I was gone, they apparently were smoking pot in my apartment. I knew because I had a terrarium in which all of the plants had died a few months before. All of the sudden I started growing the prettiest little marijuana plants in that terrarium. Guess where they tossed their seeds! LOL

So anyhow, in the process of the move, the pastor's wife noticed the terrarium and begged me to sell it to her!! I'm like, "noooooo, I don't think so!" She begs and begs and finally just says, "Well, then can I at least have a start off of that plant in there?" By this time, her kids were rolling on the floor laughing!! And I was DYING!!!

When she finally left the room, I grabbed that thing and ran it out to the dumpster just as fast as I could get it there!!

That makes me think of the pastor who preaches against thongs (flip-flops) and wanted people to put them on the altar! Sometimes a little education goes a long ways. LOL!

[Trouvere]

Yes I am and if I see another one coming I will avoid it instantly.
Good to see you online today.
I read this post by Renda this am and thought her answers pretty quirkey so I decided to answer in the same sort of dialogue just for fun but honestly there are some things we all have to be truthful about and I do like the fact that my husband has a nice head of hair.lol. He is a treasure in an earthen vessel but if he had less hair I would still take him.

[ILG]

Originally Posted by Neck

I had a bout of food posioning like you would never wish on anyone.

I am never eating at Jimmy Johns Sub shop again.

Hoping they will cover my $100.00 copay fo the urgent care visit.

5 hours hooked up to an I.V.

Eeks! Glad the worst is behind you!

[Bella1]

Originally Posted by Pressing-On

Seems as though you would have gotten back into the swing of things posting on this forum, girl!!!!

Well, I did get in the swing of things right away when I started on here. But I opened up a bit too much and had to have my post deleted and then had to apologize to some former friends and church leadership.

[Trouvere]

well Bella at least you were trying to be real. That has to count for something.

[tbpew]

Originally Posted by Trouvere

Yes I am and if I see another one coming I will avoid it instantly.
Good to see you online today.
I read this post by Renda this am and thought her answers pretty quirkey so I decided to answer in the same sort of dialogue just for fun but honestly there are some things we all have to be truthful about and I do like the fact that my husband has a nice head of hair.lol. He is a treasure in an earthen vessel but if he had less hair I would still take him.

...."your honor, the [bald] prosecution rests"

[Bella1]

Originally Posted by Trouvere

well Bella at least you were trying to be real. That has to count for something.

Thank you.

[ILG]

Just feeling a little contemplative today and have a little time on my hands. I was thinking about when I was 19. I had been toasted for about 18 months straight and told my parents I wanted to go to an alcoholism treatment center and check myself in. My parents didn't think I had a problem. My Dad thought I was trying to make him feel guilty for drinking when I was younger (he had quit when I was 15 and then became MEAN for the rest of my years at home). But I told them I needed to go. They took me there and the center wouldn't let me in because I had been sober for a month (trying to change on my own). But, a counselor took me aside and told me if I showed up drunk, they would have to allow me in. So, my Dad gave me some money and I bought a pint of whiskey. I drove one quarter mile from the center and drank it and walked in and then they admitted me for 21 days. I was very familiar with the center already because my brother had been there and my Dad should have been but he refused to go except for a one week family stint. One of the counselors there was a family friend that we had known for years and had helped my Dad become sober when my Dad would not hardly communicate with anyone about his drinking. Anyway, when I got out, I got some very bad news and went out and got drunk again. I just didn't know how to quit. I didn't know how people lived without drinking....my Mom was not an alcoholic, but I do remember her hugging a toilet with a hangover. It had been such a part of my life....all the people I knew and understood drank and leaving that was leaving a whole culture, friends, family and everything. I knew there was another way....my Mom taught me that. She had been attending Al-Anon for a number of years and told my Dad he had to quit drinking or she was leaving. My childhood memories are pretty much about these things...drinking, partying, bars, parents fighting, loneliness, depression, longing for something better, longing to fit in.

I did have an experience with God when I was 15. I was suicidal and every night I would pray that God would kill me. I always had a water glass beside my bed and every night in my sleep I would reach over and tip it over. The crash would wake me up. I had a radio that I played so quiet I could barely hear it and my Dad yelled at me saying it was keeping him up at night so I turned it off. The next day he took it away, saying that it was still too loud. He fell drunk down the basement steps and blacked his eyes. I didn't know what had happend and I asked him. He just scowled and walked past me. Things got so bad right after my Dad quit drinking that I finally left home. My Mom told me that I just needed to let her know where I was and that she wouldn't tell my Dad, she understood my leaving. So, I left for a few days. Later, when my Mom told me to come home, my Dad told me he wanted to hear all my b*#@^es and gripes. He said I had one week to do it in. I wrote him a letter. He said nothing. Months later, he gave me an envelope for my birthday. It was a heartfelt letter saying he was sorry. I still have that letter in my keepsakes. Some girls at school were torturing me, following me around calling me b#@%ch, c&^t, wh%$*e and everything imaginable. Telling guys I liked stories about me. Destroying me. At that point, I got a book in the mail telling me how to give my life to God, which I did. I changed a lot after that and prayed every day. I read my Bible. I told my Mom I wanted to find a different church which she would not let me do. I found a new set of friends. They still drank and all that, but had different priorites. They were true friensd. After a time, I fell back into my old ways, even with these new friends. When I graduated from high school, I was terrified and had no idea how I was going to survive. I went to college and I had to pay my own way. I stayed for one year and partied the year away. I was also going with my now husband. I quit college and moved home and partied some more until I went to the treatment center.

After treatment and after I realized that just going to treatment wasn't going to cure me, I met a woman who introduced me again to Jesus. I was baptized (titles) and filled with the Holy Spirit. My family thought I had lost it. But I was thrilled. I finally had the answer. It was God. My husband then boyfriend found God about a month later and we got married and then got into the UPC. My parents were very concerned and my family said I was being brainwashed. I never really took their views or considerations into account. It wasn't like I sat around wondering how I was going to explain myself. I felt no obligation to explain myself at all.

So, I was in the UPC then for 19 years and left almost 4 years ago now. I do havve some regrets. I wish I had had a more rounded and stable view of who I should be and what was expected of me. But, anyway, it is what it is. I told this story very few times to very few people in the UPC (until I got online and told it to a number out there) because the people in the UPC really weren't interested in hearing it. I never could understand that, but, in hindsight, like I said, they had heard all the bad boy stories they wanted to hear by then and, I think were trying to protect their children from bad boy stories. They were afraid.

On an up-note, my Dad had an experience with God when I was about 20. He never went to church, it was just between him and God. But he really changed after that and wasn't nearly so mean. He isn't perfect, but we have a reasonably good relationship. I know the boundaries and I just don't expect more than he can give. My mom is a very sweet woman. My brother is still pretty much a homeless alcoholic, my sister is a researcher for a university, and, aside from being an emotional see-saw, is doing relatively well. Nobody attends church except my mother and I. She's still Catholic.