I’ve had Bell’s palsy for nearly two weeks now. I’m ready for it to go away. Having to use a straw to drink is mildly annoying, but the dry eye problem is far more aggravating. I have to wash and wash and wash the gunk out of my eye, and then use eye drops.
Yeah, I had the cortisone shot, and I took a course of antivirals, and I’m better…but I’d like for this thing to GO AWAY.
I’m not sure whether it counts as good, probably not, but the other day I was at the mall with my mother when I recognized the original of the bluesy song on the speakers; I was laughing so hard it took me a while to be able to explain. Last Christmas done by an Eartha Kitt sound-a-like :eek: it was an improvement over the original, if you ask me.
I was just wondering what the message was that they are trying to get across, since it wasn’t anti-gay, Jewish, abortion, etc. Apparently it’s “God sent the shooter because we are all sinners”?
UGH. Today in the metro (subway) I heard this awful metro musician who was playing my least favourite song (Schubert’s Ave Maria) on one of my least favourite instruments (soprano saxophone.)
Most metro musicians play that goddamn song (can’t they learn anything other than Ave Maria and Pachelbel’s canon?) and they never get the damn rhythm right! They always shorten the long notes and sometimes they lengthen the short notes. Sometimes it hurts for me to be a musician and have to hear these fools in the metro…
And then I had to pass by that metro station again and that damn sax guy was still there, playing Ave Maria again. barf
Guilt has officially set in. I have not contributed anything to charity this christmas season. Usually, I contribute half of my bonus and another 200 dollars. Some to food banks, some to the Salvation Army toy drive.
This year, my husband might be losing his job so I am saving the money just in case. I have sworn that if he finds a new job, I will donate all of it in the new year.
But not donating anything at christmas makes me feel sad and scrooge-like.
You know what, I can’t fix your husbands job issue but if you want to send me a private email with one of your charity’s that you donate to and how much you donate I will match it in your name.
Nope, God sent the shooter because: gays. That’s always the only reason with those folks. They’d never say “because we’re all sinners;” they’d never lump themselves in with the rest of us fag-lovers. Soldier dies in Afghanistan? It’s because America coddles gays. Hurricane Sandy? Gays. Shooter in an elementary school? Gays. God hates fags, that’s why any tragedy is the fags’ fault, and America deserves each and every smiting for not making homosexuality a capital offense.
Westboro is not a ‘church’. These people are not of God, they are not doing God’s work.
The entire purpose of Westboro is to garner attention and provoke reactions in an attempt to create situations in which they can sue other people. Hence the extreme negative reputation is a bonus, in that it incites further incidents against them over which they can file lawsuits and garner settlements.
In short;
Westboro is not a church. It is a group of Professional Legal Trolls.
Please consider them as such in the future. It will make it easier to understand why they do what they do, and why you don’t need to given them the time of day.
Sorry.
Well, no, I’m not.
I tell my co-workers outright, that if I can get everybody else to gain a couple of pounds, then I don’t have to go to the gym.
Tomorrow is the last day of it, I promise.
-troubledwater, who has brought 13 pounds (so far) of baked goods into the office this week.
The Churlish Corner does NOT have home-made baked goods or candy! Well, it might, but they have no fat or carbs and there are no scales there anyhow.
The Churlish Corner doesn’t have perfectly wrapped presents either, because it has a cat infestation.
At first, we thought that Spike or Ranger were unwrapping the presents. (only paper, we know better than to leave ribbons around for cats) Steve wouldn’t leave his cage if we left the door open, and Lucky is front declawed and missing half his teeth and jaw.
Personally, I was blaming Ranger, because Spike would get distracted by the first piece of falling paper.
I woke up last night to pee and heard noises in the living room. Ah HA! I snuck out and looked to find out that Lucky knows how to use his back claws and the other side of his mouth. He was having so much fun that I just went back, peed, washed hands and went back to bed.
Bill and I both apologized to Spike and Ranger when I told him about it. Yeah, we apologized to our cats for mentally blaming them for something that they were innocent of.
Hmm. Since this is true, it seems to me that they should be vulnerable to acts of God directed at them BECAUSE they are smearing his name.
Such as, oh, their church spontaneously bursting into flames while they are off trolling. And maybe the homes of the congregants who are off on missions might also burn. Heck, I bet they travel by bus, so their cars back home could also be vulnerable to a few Wrathful lightning strikes…