Iggy

He is just as bad as my 1st husband's son. He starts on Nov 1 also. The only time he eases up is during the two weeks of the Sturgis SD 'Run' when he is so busy taking orders for the custom leather goods company he works for. As soon as he is on the airplane coming home, he starts posting on FB again with the ghoulies.

Neuro you know better than this. Cite your sources please.

Dangerous because it could be a fire hazard? Never get any work done because they are reading all the time? Never get much paycheck because they are buying lots of books? When I was inactive I owned a Tavern. Sold beer & wine along with soda's, fruit & vegetable juices, hot dogs & chili. I ran it as though it was a hard liquor lounge = had wait persons who served the customers during the night and weekends. My bartenders were to get out from behind the counter, clean/clear the tables and interact with the customers yet be on their toes in servicing them, and maintaining control. If at anytime I walked in unannounced and observed a customer, or customers, that were drunk, unruly, foul mouthed than I had the bartender cut the drunks off by offering them vegetable juice (V8) and hot dogs/chili or soup & crackers. I interacted with the unruly, foul mouthed ones reminding them individually and quietly of the Tavern's House Rules regarding that. Depending on the time of my visit, if it was close to closing time, I remained to talk with my employee. If closing time was more than 2 hours away I left then returned at closing time. My rules were set in stone - follow the Oregon Liquor Control Commission Rules & Regulations to the letter . If you don't, your employment with me is terminated. Would I own a Tavern/Lounge ever again. NOT ON YOUR LIFE! Though I did get to know a majority of the residents of my town. The good aka sober side AND the bad aka drunk side. I also heard pretty much all about their home and work life. Their dirty little secrets. At one point, while living in Casa Grande AZ I wanted to open up a Breakfast - Lunch Cafe, that included a Used & New Book Store. I also thought about opening up a retail clothing store that catered to the Large Sized people. Larger than the 1X that was considered Large in every stinking store in a 100 mile radius. But after researching out the finances and logistics Hubby and I decided it was just too much for me/us. If I was 20-30 years younger, and had NOT been married to abusive husband #1 I would love to have a small *Gentleman's* Organic Farm. Live on up to500 acres, raise my own meat, vegetables, fruits, grains. Employ under 15 people who live at the farm. Raise *designer* veggies to sell to restaurants & farmers markets. Raise sheep for their wool, spin it to sell, goats for their milk, cows for meat and milk, chickens, turkeys, etc. The money earned will pay the employees, support the farm and the employees/spouses/children who do more such as knit, crotchet, turn milk from the cows & goats into cheese will earn 80% of the money earned. 10% will be tithed and 10% to me to go into the Farms accounts.

I have let my RS Presidency, Branch Presidency, etc. know the pros and cons of my skill(s). Of course my husband knows my strengths, abilities and more importantly my weaknesses. He is the Branch SS President. I substituted as Primary teachers. The entire branch was complaining about the library. No one had been called as librarian for nearly 5 years. Husband talked it over with the Branch Presidency and after about 2 days of pondering~praying, I was called as Librarian. Took 6 months approximately to get it clean (dust, spiders, obsolete paper/manuals, etc.), organized and cross-referenced. Took myself and three members who willingly gave their time, brawn and wisdom. I would also like to add one more calling to my church work schedule. That of VT Coordinator. After getting it all organized, and the templates set up - it is a rather easy calling time/labor wide. I did it before being called as Librarian. Really broke my heart when the then Branch President insisted that I be released. Even though I told him I easily could do both, and do them beyond well. The Branch has gone through 4 Coordinators since I was released. The RS Pres now is doing the calling as well as still being RS Pres., and she has reached The Point Of Diminishing Returns.

Call the nearest Temple to you and tell the person who answers that you would like to put a name [some names] onto the prayer roll. As far as I know, there is no specific phone number just for prayer rolls. Go here: https://www.lds.org/church/temples/find-a-temple?cid=HP14FAT&lang=eng pick out the Temple nearest to you. I see that now they also give fax numbers, which is great for me as I have difficulty being understood over the phone. Also like NeedleinA said, it is NOT necessary to submit names to more than one Temple, or to submit names more than every two weeks.

Oh how I wish someone who would like a calling, such as Assistant Librarian, would go to the Branch President and tell him their interest. I need one. I have prayed, fasted and prayed and given names. Mostly the same ones over and over again and been told none of them are good. Two of the same names have left the church, because they never received a calling and felt un-loved, un-needed. The one person that the BPres called, that I didn't not submit, accepted the calling, but never showed up to help. After four months I requested that she be released. I need someone who is going to show up, and not cancel an hour after I need her. Go to your Bishop, tell him of your desire. Meet with him on a monthly basis if need be until you do receive a calling.

Take turns driving to and from - no overnight in a hotel/motel. While one is driving, the other sleeps in the back seat or passenger seat. One thing that you said really pops out at me - see bolded and underlined. You know it is inappropriate, so where in the world do you get that it may not be anymore? What in your mind or world would THAT have changed. Just to satisfy my curiosity, how old are the two of you?

You will only be allowed to have a white kerchief or tissues [sans the wrapper] with you when you go through your endowment session. No notebook, no writing instrument. When you are changing back into your street clothes, then would be the closest time to write. Have you taken your Temple Preparedness classes? Have you brought this up with your instructor? Have you brought this up with your Bishop/Branch President? If not, you really should. Because if you cannot understand why your cannot bring your notebook into the sacred Temple during THE most sacred of ordinances, then perhaps one of these people can better explain it to you.

You will only be allowed to have a white kerchief or tissues [sans the wrapper] with you when you go through your endowment session. No notebook, no writing instrument. When you are changing back into your street clothes, then would be the closest time to write. Have you taken your Temple Preparedness classes? Have you brought this up with your instructor? Have you brought this up with your Bishop/Branch President? If not, you really should. Because if you cannot understand why your cannot bring your notebook into the sacred Temple during THE most sacred of ordinances, then perhaps one of these people can better explain it to you.

I have seen members writing in their journals as they are sitting before and after in the foyer. In the Portland, OR Temple, they have an atrium where you could easily sit and write in your journal.

I am asking you because you stated ALL honey. In the grocery stores, they carry products they call honey and they really are not. Pure Unadulterated honey will crystallize. Crystallization of the honey is a GOOD thing, not a bad thing. Heating crystallized honey at a higher temp than 95 degrees F will ruin it. It will kill all of the wonderful traits of it. There is really no reason, health-wise to render pure honey so that it will never again crystallize. Good for you that personally you don't feel that ingesting pollen is not important. quote: "But I personally don't put much stock in that sort of thing." end quote. Do you have seasonal allergies? If you do, consuming pure, raw honey from local bee farmers will assist you in becoming immune to allergy attacks. Also pure, raw honey is more than just to immunize you from pollen allergies. It is also an analgesic, antibacterial and has antifungal properties

See my post above yours somewhere. No, not ALL honey will crystallize. Only UNprocessed honey will. If you heat a #10 can of crystallized honey to make it ALL runny, then you will be ruining the remainder of it. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with the honey that has crystallized. Only pure UNadulterated honey will crystallize. THAT is the only honey one should be eating because as I have posted above and provided links to, the other stuff is not honey at all. Real, UNadulatered, UNprocessed honey will NEVER go rancid. Carborendum, please post links to your sources regarding all honey will crystallize, how to permanently bring it back to syrup texture. What you state regarding the remedy is processing the pure raw honey and that in effect ruins it. Am going to post my links again - so one does not have to scroll back in search of them: NeedleInA if you lived closer to me, I would gladly take all of the cans of honey off your hands, and reimburse you what you paid originally for it. I would open each one, after chilling it in the fridge for about 12 hours, scoop out the crystallized honey, trim away any rust then put the remaining honey into wide mouthed 1/2 pint jars, then store them in my DIY cupboard that is in my bedroom. We cannot consume more honey than that in a 3 month time period. I looked in my lower cupboard where I put some honey I bought at the Saturday Open Market nearly a year ago. It is UNprocessed, local raw honey, but unfortunately it was packaged in a plastic jug container. It has crystallized, and I can no longer get any out using a long handled Ice Tea Spoon. So will have to cut the top of the jug off, re-package the honey into the jam jars I have. [with out heating it up] Bought two dozen of the wide mouth jam jars to use in a RS Evening Meeting as emergency lights. Empty one glow in the dark stick into a jar. Put the lid on and shake. Instant emergency light that if it gets tipped over will not burn the house down. Never did the emergency presentation, so don't need 2 doz of the jars myself. four will be enough.

This won't stop it from crystallizing. There is nothing wrong with the honey at all. Actually this is proof that it is 100% unadulterated honey. This entire article is well worth the read, http://www.realnews24.com/there-are-shocking-differences-between-raw-honey-and-the-processed-golden-honey-found-in-grocery-retailers/ My husband suffers every summer from allergies from the pollen's, and the cut grass. I am having a very difficult time finding honey that the local bee farmers have not boiled to death. They say they have to, I say too bad and they had darn well label it pasteurized and how they pasteurized it. Yes, you can buy pollen in the Organic section of the store, but where is the pollen from? Not my neck of the woods. I keep forgetting to ask a brother at church if the family he home teaches still raise honey bees and harvests the honey. Way back in 2002 I got a gallon of it for $5.00, IF I brought my own GLASS gallon jar w/metal lid. Used it all up by 2009. Yes it crystallized, made it all that much easier to measure out and use. .

From this entire article I deduce that the covenant I made in the Temple when receiving my initiatory and endowment is more than just a mere agreement, it is solemn promises I made to God and in return when I keep my solemn promises to Him, God our Father keeps His solemn promises to me. The wearing of the garments, as mordorbund linked and quoted: https://www.lds.org/handbook/handbook-2-administering-the-church/selected-church-policies/21.1.42?lang=eng#211 is my fulfilling the solemn promises I made. I was raised to cover my body with modest clothes. According to my Lutheran raised father "clothes should be long enough to cover the subject, yet short enough to be interesting." This he said to ALL of his children, sons as well as daughters. If my father were living today and saw the way male teens were wearing their pants, he would sew a donkey's tail on their exposed boxers, right where their tail-bone is. [Me, I would staple one there with a staple gun!] He had our mother sew 3" wide lace, dyed pink onto the hem of my older brothers undershirts. This worked wonderfully at keeping those undershirts tucked into the waist of pants/slacks/jeans. When he started wearing them sans an outer shirt, then the entire undershirt was dyed pink. He had plenty of T-shirts that he could wear. In our household undershirts were an entirely different garment than T-Shirts. Us girls - five of us - could wear sleeveless blouses, but never tank tops, or spaghetti straps. Our bra straps had to be covered. Our hems had to reach the top of our kneecaps at the shortest. During the summer we were allowed to wear cut-offs, but they had to be half way between the bottom of our buttocks and the middle of our knee cap. - with a finished hem. Also our slips were hemmed with lace and they were about 2" shorter than our skirt/dress hems. Even though we were NOT LDS, my parents "old world" morals were taught to us regarding clothing, make-up [lack of it except clear lip gloss] and hair styles. Our brothers were taught to dress modestly, and to be chaste, morally respectful towards females of all ages, and respectful towards others whether they thought they deserved it or not. 'er, um, steps off the soap box

What this woman wants most is to be acknowledged as a viable, intelligent human being. I am NOT invisible. I DO have feelings. I AM intelligent. Actually I am extremely good at solving problematic situations. See Me. I am a human being. I have intelligence. I can use that intelligence to see the outcome of actions, thus selecting the correct *road* to take.

For plugged up sink drains, unscrew the p-trap and clean it out. Put a bucket under it first to catch the water. Once you have the drain running free, use Roebic bacterial main line cleaner once a month. Doesn't hurt septic systems or city sewer systems.

Hey, that wasn't the end of the kitchen mash-ups. Moved to a different house. Well it was a single wide trailer - 14' x 60'. I was making homemade spaghetti sauce. Well, my version: packaged seasoning, canned whole tomatoes I squish with my hands, tomato sauce & tomato paste. Plus onions, celery, bell peppers. I was zoning out opening the canned tomatoes. I was making a lot - had an 8 quart stock pot - so the cans of whole tomatoes were the next size down from #10's. Like I said I was zoning out, thus not paying attention to the cans. One of them was bulged and when I set the manual can opening up to open, it of course exploded on the first turn. Shot up in the air, all over me, 'erm actually I got it full in the face. Hubby was sitting on the sofa, and he had full view of me in the kitchen. The dog was startled by the sound the can made. Hubby started laughing, then I started laughing. I couldn't open my eyes to find a kitchen towel. At least he came and cleaned my face off. Never stopped laughing though. Then the dog came and was going to lick the tomatoes off the floor. We shushed her out doors. IF it exploded that meant it wasn't any good, and if she ate it she would get food poisoning. I put a cover on the stock pot, and Hubby and I cleaned up the kitchen. Me, I went in and took a shower, put my clothes in the machine. When I got back into the kitchen, hubby had finished opening all of the cans for me. Two weeks later, we saw that we had forgotten to wash the ceiling. By now the tomato had stained the ceiling. Four years later I finally primed and painted the ceilings. No sooner had I finished the painting [did the bathroom, small guest room and the living room] then I brought home a HUGE Blue Mama squash. That thing weighed in at 15 pounds @ $0.12 a pound!! I broke off three knives trying to cut it up. So, Hubby went and got his saws-all, and not only did he get it cut, he also cut through the counter top. Also nearly all of the pulpy seed mass was thrown all over the kitchen, hubby and me. He changed the blade from coarse to fine, thinking that would end the mess making. Nope - just sent it out and up farther. After we picked ourselves up off the floor after a serious bout of laughing, we cleaned the mess up. Including the ceiling. Learned our lesson from the tomatoes. The next time I bought a HUGE Blue Mama squash, I had the butcher at the store cut it up. Let him clean up the mess. Okay, what is the Good Thing out of these? Oh, #1 - pay attention to the condition of the cans BEFORE you open them. Which I learned to do. #2 - Never, ever use the saws-all to cut up vegetables, fruits or even meats. Which I have never tried again.

My first husband was Japanese, Irish, Native American. Mother was Japanese. He loved Kim Chee. The first time I was introduced to Kim Chee was in Alameda CA. We were renting a kitchenette at a motel. Bringing in the groceries, he dug into the bag, got out the jar and dug in with his fingers. I was just coming in the door with a bag and the smell hit me. I thought there was something dead and rotting. The closer I got to him, the more nauseated I got. Now, my father is Norwegian, and he ate some pretty disgusting, smelling ?food?, but this Kim Chee outdid Dad's gamalost any day of the week. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gamalost A friend of ours gave me her Grandma's recipe for Kim Chee. I dutifully made it, put it into crockery jars (4 4gal ones) and put them into the unused coat closet off the kitchen. I then went to visit my mother in So. Dak. [driving from the Oregon Coast] knowing that when I got back, it would be time to do the next step. Well, husband was too impatient to wait, and he moved one of the crocks into the kitchen about two days before I was due back. Rather than place the crock next to the sink, he put it in front of the sliding glass door. When I got home, the smell was enough to knock me off my feet. The sun shone down on that crock from about 1pm until dusk. For lids on the crocks I used heavy glass turntables from microwaves, then put a heavy river rock on top. Well, the kim chee heated up, fermented too much and blew up all over the kitchen. The turntable went flying and lodged across the room in the oven door. The large river rock landed on the Jen Air burners on top of the oven and there was kim chee all over the place. Ceiling, walls, floor. Took me the rest of the day - got home at 4 PM - and well into the next to clean up that mess. Oh, and it cost a small fortune to replace that Jenn Air convection oven door! My girlfriend came over and helped me to can the rest of the kim chee. That was the first and last time I made it. It was also the last time Hubby was allowed to eat it in the house. I would buy it, but he had to take his plate and go outside to eat it. He loved it with everything. Well except spaghetti, lasagna & chili. You know, there wasn't one member of my hubby's family that wanted that recipe. They didn't like the stuff. Now Carborendum, do you like the hot spicy kind? Hubby sure did. The hotter it was the more he liked it. Our little local grocery store would carry it just for us. We bought a case every other week.

It can be. It can kill you. We believe my Dad had apnea. He snored so loud we could hear him downstairs and in every room in the house. He also stopped breathing, then would gasp and breath again. All of my siblings have sleep apnea. All have Type 2 Diabetes, high blood pressure and lots of bad cholesterol. My bad cholesterol is under control. But my Triglycerides are not good. Good Thing: 3. Called the place where my c-PAP machine will be coming from. There never received the Rx from my Apnea Dr. By the time I was able to call them, it was 4 PM. As soon as I hung up I called my Dr. His assistant took the call. I was L. I. V. I. D. Or as my mother used to say: I was so made I could spit railway track spikes. I am proud of myself for not yelling, shrieking, and sputtering at him. Wasn't his fault. Said: I am not a happy camper. i am beyond livid. Find that prescription NOW. <<heard clicking on the keyboard>> Ah says the young man, hear is the Rx along with the pre-authorization. I said: Good, now fax it off to them. Here is the fax number: XXX... I will stay on the line until you have sent it and received confirmation that they received it. Then I added: When you finish writing this conversation in the call log, put down that I, Iggy, have had quite enough of this nonsense. The screw-ups and unnecessary delays with my Rx for the modafinil - over a month ~ ridiculous! Then this fiasco with the cPap machine. The first delay was my mistake. I told the Dr to sent the Rx to the wrong place. But when I discovered the error and got the correct information to you there was a delay of 6 weeks! SIX WEEKS before I decided to call the supplier. Then to find out that the Rx had never been faxed. If the assistant I spoke with each time (same young woman - 5 conversations.) is the one who was to fax the Rx, then she failed in her job and I want her reprimanded. I named her. I also had this assistant read back what I wanted entered into the phone log. I also forewarned him that on Monday I am calling the supplier to see if they received the faxed Rx. IF not, then on Tuesday [when the Dr is actually in the office] I am storming the Dr's office. Why do I feel this is a Good Thing? Because I found out now rather than keep on waiting and waiting and waiting, Good Thing: 4. The *keep awake* pill works. Doesn't make me dizzy, nauseated, diarrhea, insomnia, anxiety, or have gastrointestinal problems

LeSellers, mine come at least 3" above my knee cap, and they are off the shelf. Because of my weight and build I have never worn shorts, only below the knee capris, so where the hem of the knickers comes is a moot point. I once got a few pairs of the to the ankles knickers - man were they uncomfortable. My legs are bigger around then they were. To clarify my first post - for those brothers/sisters who are smaller than the smallest of the "off the shelf" garments or larger than the "off the shelf" garments no matter what fabric or style, you can contact the church through the link I provided and order garments to fit you in what ever fabric/style you want. [there could be restrictions, best to call and find out]. Two Fiipina sisters in my branch were buying the smallest size they could get and rolling the knickers up and then tucking the rolled up waistband under their bra to keep them in place. The tops were about three sizes too large and they folded them at the waist, sewing in a *pocket* to thread white ribbon through so they could tighten them up. This was back in 2001. When I went to the Distribution Center to get a few items, there was a super tiny from India sister who was ordering special size. That is when I got the information about Special Needs and told the sisters in my branch as well as my own EXTRA large siblings. Looking at the site I see that they have changed the styles, and added more sizes. They no longer carry the style that I have. Good thing that I have 20 pair, in very good condition.

Good Thing(s): 1. Is when my Sleep Apnea Dr.'s medical assistant FINALLY gets the prior authorization form for modafinil RX filled out properly, sent in via the CORRECT fax number to my insurance company and then my insurance company pharmacy advocate expedites it and sends it to my pharmacy in 36 hours rather than the 72. Worth the wait, it costs $611.01 and I paid co-pay of $10.00. YEAH, now I can set up my appointment with my audiologist who is 55 miles one way from me. I fall asleep halfway there - not good! On the return trip, I fall asleep several times. Been battling this Rx since the first week of April! Plus now I can make the road trip with my other forum friend come Aug. 2. Pharmacist where I pick up my Insulin Rx. alerted me to a new insulin made by the same company who makes what I am on. It is 3x stronger, thus you take 1/3 of it. I go through 10 300mL pens a month. When I see my PC Dr. in a few months, I'll ask him about it. BEFORE that, think I had better call Medimpact to see if it is approved. If it isn't, no sense talking the the Doc.

Carborendum, do you know for a fact that he drinks? My first thought was a stroke, or reaction to medication of from NOT taking medication. You could easily bring it up by saying, Dude, the other day/night when you called me, all of a sudden your speech became slurred. Are you okay? Was it a reaction to some new meds? Or because you didn't take some medication on time? You are concerned, let him know you are. IF it is/was a stroke, it quite possibly was a mini-stroke and he wouldn't notice the slurring. It could also be caused by diabetes, not eating properly combined with not taking insulin and meds will cause slurring of speech among a host of other symptoms.

It is not special ordering styles, it is SIZES.

Bolding is mine Just want to comment on the size issue of the garments. It is amazing that so many sisters don't read the entire site regarding sizing, fitting the garments. [placing a link really isn't advisable here - need to be an endowed member to see this page, but I have copied and pasted the part I am talking about] My sisters are very large women. Very large. One is 5'5" tall and weighs over 600 pounds (sadly she passed away in 2004), one is 5'10" and weighs nearly 400 pounds, and lastly one is 5'8" and weighs nearly 480 pounds. They all must order Special Needs Garments. They went to the distribution center in their city and was measured by the sisters who work there. Then the measurements were sent in for the garments to be made for them. I also know several women who are so petite that size 00 is too large for them. They also order Special Needs Garments. If my husband continues to gain weight, we will have to order Special Needs. Regarding altering garments. I know Elowyn was not saying this is okay, in fact she is stating that it is not okay as this part of her statement so clearly shows: quote: because we're not doing it with the purpose and spirit we've covenanted. end quote After trying nearly all of the fabrics that were available 10 years ago (before that I wore cotton [my two older sisters purchased 14 pairs of them for me] and absolutely hated them), I settled on DriSilque, also DriSilque was the only fabric that I could get the Full Figure tops in. The only feature I don't like is the hems roll up. I wrote and asked if I could put 2" lace on the hems to stop the rolling and was told no, there is to be NO alterations to the garments, not even the adding of lace. So I got the longer legged knickers and the tall tops. Now I see that the hems are finished, so that should put an end to the rolling. Lastly is a pet peeve of mine. We receive our Endowment. Singular, no S added to the end, thus never plural. https://www.lds.org/search?query=receiving+our+endowment&lang=eng When I search for endowments - https://www.lds.org/search?lang=eng&query=receiving+our+endowments it is used when the plural of men/women is used.

When I was 18, I overheard the Bishop's wife, the RS President and her two councilors talking about my family. We were in the coat closet and obviously they didn't see me there. They were commenting on my maternal grandmother, my dad and mom. Most of what they were discussing was untrue - it was malicious, hurtful and it crushed me to the core. Rather than go to the Bishop, or even my parents I just left the church, as in quit going to. That was in 1970. At my dad's funeral in 1972, my mom asked my why I quit the church? So, I told her. She really wasn't that surprised. She told me that the Bishop had an affair with a recently widowed sister, and his wife and her cronies were exposed for the rumor mongers that they were. Now, Mom is not a member, yet she told me I should have gone to the Bishop, or one of his councilors and told them what I had witnessed. It was 27 years later that I finally came back to the church. I have no idea if my old bishop is still in the church. Don't know if his wife quit gossiping. Don't care. LDS people are human. Your friend along with the daughter needs to go to the Bishop. Name names, relate the entire story and only tell the truth. Don't speculate or ad lib. The your friend must leave it in the hands of the Bishop. Gossiping, rumor mongering is so very hurtful. When I was substitute teaching the 9-10 yr olds, one of them said some untrue things about an elderly sister. Rather than chastise the kid, I stopped the lesson and asked this child to please say a prayer to have Heavenly Father banish the adversary, and for the Holy Ghost to please come back and cloak us with peace. After class, I asked the rumor spreader to stay for a moment. Then I told her that what she said about Sister Elderly was untrue, and it amounted to gossiping and rumor mongering. It doesn't matter where she heard it or from whom. IF she didn't see it or hear it directly herself, don't repeat it. And if she did see it or hear it, don't repeat it as it is malicious and hurtful. Then I asked her that when she got home, to look up malicious, rumor mongering and gossiping. Study it, ponder on it and include your parents. Several days later her father called me, and thanked me for what I had done and said to his daughter, as it had a great impact on not only her but her gossiping mother as well.