Iggy

One time we were visiting my Mom, he came down the stairs waving his shirt and my Mom asked him if he was giving up? She did our laundry while we were sleeping (she only slept about 3 hours a day, thus she did 'quiet' housework while others were sleeping) and she didn't iron his clothes. No way could I do it- she had tossed her iron away when Perm Press clothes came out. He is my ex because I had had enough of his physical, verbal abuse. I still have an iron, because I wear mostly cotton clothes and when I go to Church I like to look neat and pressed. New Husband prefers Perm Press and blends. Also, he thinks ironing sheets and pillow cases is a waste of time & electricity. I think ironing is a dying art. When I was a child, I would iron my doll clothes on my made to size ironing board that my Dad made me, with a small iron that they cut the plug off of and put on a suction cup 'plug'. As I got older and could understand that the iron got HOT, Dad put on a real plug end and I ironed his handkerchiefs, work shirts, our aprons and pillow cases. I did this in the same room that Mom was ironing our dresses and Dad and my brothers' pants. Back in the 60's clothes were cotton, denim and sheets were muslin. We didn't have an electric dryer, so ALL laundry was hung outside. It was much easier to iron when it dried outside.

Had to do that for my ex husband, also iron his sheets & pillow cases and make the bed up with clean sheets every day. Didn't do the sheets & cases- told him to buy two or three more sets and I will change them every third day. As for his knickers- I would fold them while I was watching TV- his socks I would pair up and then tie them together into a knot. He even wanted me to iron his polo shirts, and knitted long sleeve shirts. I did the sleeves, collars and on his button downs, did the seams, buttons & button holes too. He wore them snug, so his body heat took care of the wrinkles if there were any. I got them off the line, or out of the dryer before the wrinkles were set. When I was in high school, for extra money I would iron my Uncles police uniforms. I also replaced the missing buttons, repaired the fraying collars and cuffs (well Grandma did the collars/cuffs - it was her son- but she let me keep the money). Thankfully Uncle wasn't so anal that he had to have his undershirts ironed!

What Gwen said and how does he react & interact with his parents and siblings? How do they interact with him and yourself? How does his father treat his mother? You are not just marrying him, but marrying into his family. Also how does your family interact & react to him? Believe me, you may not think this is important now, but down the road it will be.

Want to come LIVE with me??I like washing the laundry: putting it in the machine- and I like to hang it outside to dry & taking it off the line. But I HATE folding and putting it all away. The only fun part of vacuuming is as I go from room to room the cats run ahead of me trying to find a place to hide. Why don't they just run to the Master Bedroom closet in the first place. I open the closet door for them at the beginning so they can have a safe place??? Or even the Master bathroom. Silly Cats. Husband says I am unique- not sure why? Maybe because it is really easy for him to sneak up on me.

WHAT? You never told me that was on the itinerary! I certainly would have kept traveling last April when I got food poisoning 1/3 of the way there. I am sure there would have been one or two members at the reunion I would have dearly loved to hit with a rolled up magazine, newspapers, or even a good sized book or two (one in each hand). It is too soon after moving from Arizona to Oregon for me to even consider a trip there. Hopefully next year. I live on the Central Oregon coast - so any of you who will be traveling through who want to take a bit of a detour, I can accommodate you by putting you up for a night or two. For the first time in a dozen years, I finally have a home with a guest bedroom. We have two very short haired cats, just to forewarn you. Hope you all have a great time.

Welcome to the forum. I was born in Igloo, SD in 1952. When Hubby #2 (aka the last), was told I was born in Igloo, he nicknamed me Iggy. That is the only nickname I have ever liked. I have relatives who live in Rapid City. Actually, have relatives who live in SD, Minnesota, Nebraska, Idaho - - - - -. The ones who live in RC are members of other church's, they are most tolerable about me always asking for genealogical updates - they don't believe in proxy baptisms & ordinance work, but they do believe that our common deceased relatives still have the agency to choose. So they willingly give me the data. Again, Welcome -

What if this calling for Anonymormon1 is to wake her up to the fact that she needs to address her medical issues, and to stop putting them on the back burner? Don't delay in requesting from the BISHOP to be released from your calling. Be honest, tell him the truth of what has been said to you and how you are feeling emotionally and health wise. Don't wait for Sunday either, call him on the phone and get this done STAT!!

Over 34 hours from mine.

Thai fermented lettuce, 4.8 oz can, available online from ImportFood.comFermented Lettuce, 4.8 oz can $1.29 A very popular product among Thai people living in America, there is nothing quite like opening a can of Thai cabbage (or lettuce or mustard green, as these are all English translations of a Thai variety of cabbage), emptying it into a small bowl and eat with plain boiled jasmine rice. Ingredients: lettuce, sugar, soy sauce, salt, msg, sodium metabisulfite. We also offer this product in a vacuum pack package. Product of Thailand. ( In red is done by me.) It may be called lettuce, but in reality it is cabbage.

The cost of living is much lower in Mexico. I checked out Craig's List for apartment rentals in Mexico City. The lowest was $650 pesos which is $49.37 USD. Or you could purchase a one bedroom luxury apartment for $30,000 ( $2,481.26 USD which =206.78 a month.) This price also includes maintenance, and it is fully furnished and equipped.

I really don't think that they are. I am a VT Supervisor, and I have not been set apart. VTeachers are not set apart either. Always thought they should be, same with HT. Perhaps if they were, that would help get the teaching done. What I do is send an email to all the VT who have email address's with a pdf attachment of the VT Message from lds.org. A Restoration of All Things - Liahona Feb. 2011 Plus I make sure they have my land line (local call), cell number (long distance) and my email address. I let them know that I will be checking back the last week of the month. My RS Pres likes my reminder. She reports to me :), as does her secretary.

Be sure they get the special temple recommends from their Bishop-

What kind of lettuce though. I read through some of the sites, and they never said what kind of lettuce. The leafy lettuce and ice burg lettuce does not freeze or can well at all. From: Lettuce - Vegetable Directory - Watch Your Garden Grow - University of Illinois Extension Bok Choy is cabbage- and it pickles well. First husband loved Kim Chee- and the groceries is our area would not stock it. Got the recipe from his Japenese grandmother who lived in Hawaii and made it for him- first batch blew up. He moved it from inside the front coat closet to in front of the east facing window and I ended up cleaning Kim Chee off of every surface in our small living room, and loosing a 5 gal earthenware crock Ohio Stoneware® Crock - Canning Jars, Kits & Accessories - Ace Hardware, plus having to replace the sliding glass door window. My mother made a fantastic sweet & sour salad dressing, that you served hot over leafy lettuce, sharp cheddar cubes (small bite size cubes) and crumbled bacon. She called it Wilted Lettuce Salad. UNfortunately the recipe died with her. I have tried many recipes that I have found, and they just don't taste like Mom's.

Even if Mexico won't allow LDS Missionaries in, there are more than enough LDS in Mexico to draw from so that there will still be Missionaries IN Mexico. There are 13! There are over 1500 meetinghouses in Mexico. Gwen, I agree with you. Those members, Missionaries, Missionary Presidents, Bishops, Stake Presidents who allow baptism to illegal immigrants here on USA soil, are NOT following Church Doctrines or Policy. To Whit:Articles of Fatih 12We believe in being asubject to bkings, presidents, rulers, and magistrates, in cobeying, honoring, and sustaining the dlaw. [bolding done by me.] Now if they helped those same illegals get legal status as soon as they step on USA soil, then no they are not breaking the law.

2. How about Mount Rushmore? The wind, rain & snow erode it. 3. Artichokes, sorrel, sunchokes, horseradish, cardoon, seakale, walking/bunching onions, garlic, radicchio, collard greens & kale. Whether the fruit or vegetable is harvested or not, it is still classified as a perennial. Some of the above if grown in colder climates are annuals. 8. jicama, egg plant. Bok Choy is one of the main ingredients in Kim Chee. Which is pickled/fermented cabbage. 9. Not fair, sandals, sneakers, slippers are all different types of shoes. Stockings are just another name for socks.

:crackup:funny, you all are so funny. Oh, how I want to post answers- but yes, Pam, I will wait until you give them.

Hey Slamjet Where are the orange slices and bananas? Apples, pears, grapes? Peaches in a bowl swimming in chocolate? Or blackberries, raspberries, cherries???

What time do you start at Church? Is it possible to compromise and either work after you go to Church or before and get off in time to go to Church. I worked for a small, family owned Grocery store. When I hired on, I told them no to Sunday hours. They were agreeable and happy that I would work Saturdays as well as week days. 4 months down the road they want me to work Sundays. I said what about you agreeing to me NOT working Sundays, got the blank Deer In The Headlight look from the Boss. So, okay, I get out of Church at 1pm, have to go home, eat, change clothes, can be here to work by 3 pm. Will that work? - Boss said, make it 5 pm and you close and be out of here by 10 pm. BUT I did get Friday & Saturdays off, and I got 1 hour more on three of my days to make up for the short shift on Sunday. By compromising, and doing it graciously, willingly and offering it before the asst. manager does, you will score more points, then if you dig in you heels and are whiney, but-you-agreed-blah-blah-blah. Having an employee record of being gracious, willing to work things out with the management, being agreeable goes far when it comes time for pay raises, promotions, in having time off and vacation requests given. Give the compromise a shot- you have nothing to lose.

I agree with Pam and Jenamarie, and want to add that any LDS man who has a problem with a woman who is divorced needs help. Same with a LDS woman who has problems with a man who is divorced. If someone divorced because she/he was just tired of the 'flavor of the month' so to speak, then they need to learn that marriage is more than just a piece of paper. In my book, you have every right to divorce your abusive husband. If it was me, I would start the procedure ASAP- In Oregon, if there are no children and there is very little property to divide, you can pick up the paperwork from your county courthouse, fill it out, pay the fees and get the ball started. Whatever state you are in, you need to go to the county courthouse and talk to them about what forms need to be filled out. I had a Paralegal help me with the paper work, he only charged me $100, and helped me for the 6 months it took. He even served my husband with the papers. Otherwise it would have cost me anywhere from $50 to $150 to pay someone to do it.

The priesthood holder that the RS is under refers to one of the Councilors in the Bishopric. All Auxilaries has one of the Bishops Councilors that oversees them. NOT to guard them, and it really isn't required that they alway be there. Such as Activity Days for the Primary girls.

All wards and branches in the Casa Grande AZ Stake have two or more Priesthood holders. They prefer the Elders Quorum, they are younger and stay awake at their posts. They are present to Guard the doors when the Scouts, Young Women & Men and RS meet. Also when the Family History Library is open. When I was in the CG 1st Ward, I was told it was because years earlier, one of the sisters was accosted by a street person when she was in the restroom during a RS Enrichment evening meeting. Here in the small Oregon branch, we have seldom had any of the men present. Of the women who come to the RS Evening function, there are at least two who are more than capable of ousting an unwelcome male. Now, there could have been a couple of HP sitting outside in a car near the entrance keeping watch. During the YW/YM evening meetings, there are the YM Presidency there. Our scouts always went to the next towns ward, as we only had two or four at any given time. My husband just can not understand why our RS doesn't have men guarding us. I told him, he is more than welcome to come, but we pretty much can defend ourselves. We are not frail, weak, or faint of heart. I am dang good at swinging a broom or mop and the utility closet is right there in the RS room. Once he has been to more pot lucks and dinners and gets to really know the sisters and brothers, he will see. I don't want to make the sisters appear tomboyish or mannish, it is just that the majority of us are not wishy, washy, faint at the sight of spiders or blood kind of women.

What makes me LOL? Little Old Lady? My age. Laugh? Most parts of this: This is a story of an aging couple told by their son who was President of NBC NEWS.* This is a wonderful piece by Michael Gartner, editor of newspapers large and small and president of NBC News. In 1997, he won the Pulitzer Prize for editorial writing. It is well worth reading, and a few good chuckles are guaranteed. Here goes... My father never drove a car. Well, that's not quite right. I should say I never saw him drive a car. He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 years old, and the last car he drove was a 1926 Whippet. "In those days," he told me when he was in his 90s, "to drive a car you had to do things with your hands, and do things with your feet, and look every which way, and I decided you could walk through life and enjoy it or drive through life and miss it." At which point my mother, a sometimes salty Irishwoman, chimed in: "Oh, bull s%*t" she said. "He hit a horse." "Well," my father said, "there was that, too." So my brother and I grew up in a household without a car. The neighbors all had cars -- the Kollingses next door had a green 1941Dodge, the VanLaninghams across the street a gray 1936 Plymouth, the Hopsons two doors down a black 1941 Ford -- but we had none. My father, a newspaperman in Des Moines , would take the streetcar to work and, often as not, walk the 3 miles home. If he took the streetcar home, my mother and brother and I would walk the three blocks to the streetcar stop, meet him and walk home together. My brother, David, was born in 1935, and I was born in 1938, and sometimes, at dinner, we'd ask how come all the neighbors had cars but we had none. "No one in the family drives," my mother would explain, and that was that. But, sometimes, my father would say, "But as soon as one of you boys turns 16, we'll get one." It was as if he wasn't sure which one of us would turn 16 first. But, sure enough, my brother turned 16 before I did, so in 1951 my parents bought a used 1950 Chevrolet from a friend who ran the parts department at a Chevy dealership downtown. It was a four-door, white model, stick shift, fender skirts, loaded with everything, and, since my parents didn't drive, it more or less became my brother's car. Having a car but not being able to drive didn't bother my father, but it didn't make sense to my mother. So in 1952, when she was 43 years old, she asked a friend to teach her to drive. She learned in a nearby cemetery, the place where I learned to drive the following year and where, a generation later, I took my two sons to practice driving. The cemetery probably was my father's idea. "Who can your mother hurt in the cemetery?" I remember him saying more than once. For the next 45 years or so, until she was 90, my mother was the driver in the family. Neither she nor my father had any sense of direction, but he loaded up on maps -- though they seldom left the city limits -- and appointed himself navigator. It seemed to work. Still, they both continued to walk a lot. My mother was a devout Catholic, and my father an equally devout agnostic, an arrangement that didn't seem to bother either of them through their 75 years of marriage. (Yes, 75 years, and they were deeply in love the entire time.) He retired when he was 70, and nearly every morning for the next 20 years or so, he would walk with her the mile to St. Augustin's Church. She would walk down and sit in the front pew, and he would wait in the back until he saw which of the parish's two priests was on duty that morning. If it was the pastor, my father then would go out and take a 2-mile walk, meeting my mother at the end of the service and walking her home. If it was the assistant pastor, he'd take just a 1-mile walk and then head back to the church. He called the priests "Father Fast" and "Father Slow." After he retired, my father almost always accompanied my mother whenever she drove anywhere, even if he had no reason to go along. If she were going to the beauty parlor, he'd sit in the car and read, or go take a stroll or, if it was summer, have her keep the engine running so he could listen to the Cubs game on the radio. In the evening, then, when I'd stop by, he'd explain: "The Cubs lost again. The millionaire on second base made a bad throw to the millionaire on first base, so the multimillionaire on third base scored." If she were going to the grocery store, he would go along to carry the bags out -- and to make sure she loaded up on ice cream. As I said, he was always the navigator, and once, when he was 95 and she was 88 and still driving, he said to me, "Do you want to know the secret of a long life?" "I guess so," I said, knowing it probably would be something bizarre. "No left turns," he said. "What?" I asked. "No left turns," he repeated. "Several years ago, your mother and I read an article that said most accidents that old people are in happen when they turn left in front of oncoming traffic. As you get older, your eyesight worsens, and you can lose your depth perception, it said. So your mother and I decided never again to make a left turn." "What?" I said again. "No left turns," he said. "Think about it. Three rights are the same as a left, and that's a lot safer. So we always make three rights." "You're kidding!" I said, and I turned to my mother for support. "No," she said, "your father is right. We make three rights. It works." But then she added: "Except when your father loses count." I was driving at the time, and I almost drove off the road as I started laughing. "Loses count?" I asked. "Yes," my father admitted, "that sometimes happens. But it's not a problem. You just make seven rights, and you're okay again." I couldn't resist. "Do you ever go for 11?" I asked. "No," he said " If we miss it at seven, we just come home and call it a bad day. Besides, nothing in life is so important it can't be put off another day or another week." My mother was never in an accident, but one evening she handed me her car keys and said she had decided to quit driving. That was in 1999, when she was 90. She lived four more years, until 2003. My father died the next year, at 102. They both died in the bungalow they had moved into in 1937 and bought a few years later for $3,000. (Sixty years later, my brother and I paid $8,000 to have a shower put in the tiny bathroom -- the house had never had one. My father would have died then and there if he knew the shower cost nearly three times what he paid for the house.) He continued to walk daily -- he had me get him a treadmill when he was 101 because he was afraid he'd fall on the icy sidewalks but wanted to keep exercising -- and he was of sound mind and sound body until the moment he died. One September afternoon in 2004, he and my son went with me when I had to give a talk in a neighboring town, and it was clear to all three of us that he was wearing out, though we had the usual wide-ranging conversation about politics and newspapers and things in the news. A few weeks earlier, he had told my son, "You know, Mike, the first hundred years are a lot easier than the second hundred." At one point in our drive that Saturday, he said, "You know, I'm probably not going to live much longer." "You're probably right," I said. "Why would you say that?" He countered, somewhat irritated. "Because you're 102 years old," I said.. "Yes," he said, "you're right." He stayed in bed all the next day. That night, I suggested to my son and daughter that we sit up with him through the night. He appreciated it, he said, though at one point, apparently seeing us look gloomy, he said: "I would like to make an announcement. No one in this room is dead yet" An hour or so later, he spoke his last words: "I want you to know," he said, clearly and lucidly, "that I am in no pain. I am very comfortable. And I have had as happy a life as anyone on this earth could ever have." A short time later, he died. I miss him a lot, and I think about him a lot. I've wondered now and then how it was that my family and I were so lucky that he lived so long. I can't figure out if it was because he walked through life, Or because he quit taking left turns. " Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Forget about the one's who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it & if it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would most likely be worth it." ENJOY LIFE NOW - IT HAS AN EXPIRATION DATE!

I thought over my feelings regarding what the OP has presented. I will willingly give a talk if given at least 7 days notice. Turned down my Branch Pres when he called on Friday night (8:30 PM) and asked me to give one the upcoming Sunday. I could tell it bothered him I said no, and I told him why no - not enough time to prepare one, we then compromised and I said I would give one that following Sunday. I did, and I got more comments and compliments than I have ever gotten regarding a talk. Okay, so now he stands up during member participation on Fast & Testimony and says: Sister Iggy, please come up and give your testimony. I stand up and say: Thank you for this impromptu invitation, but I feel I must refuse, as I do not feel the prompting of the spirit - but please - feel free to share your testimony with us. Then I sit down, or leave the chapel. NO ONE can make you stand and share your testimony. You have the agency to either say NO or to go up there and do it. If you are NOT prompted by the spirit, then why in the world would you allow man to guilt you to do something that should come from the holy spirit, when you do not feel the spirit moving you? He is manipulating and controlling, and he is doing it unrighteously. If my Branch President did this, I would make an appointment with my Stake President that same day and tell him what has been going on.

If it had been me, I would have left her there. She could either walk home or call her husband to come get her. Then I would have reported what I had done to my District VT Supervisor. Yes, I am cold hearted, at times. I will allow myself to be walked on for a bit, then I put an abrupt stop to it. I have just moved back to my old home town, and small branch. I have been assigned as companion to a Sister who doesn't like to VT. Quote: Once I am home from work, I do not want to go out again. End Quote. Who is she kidding? This woman does not work, she trails around with her husband while he works! We only have one sister to visit. So, I am going to call the sister we visit, set up an appointment, and then inform my companion when it is. Inform her that I will be over to get her at XX time, if she is not there, or not ready, I will go with out her. I want my VT to come visit me EVERY month. I want to be spiritually fed, sometimes. I want to chit chat sometimes. I want to meet for lunch and or a theater date, sometimes. I also want to have the same sisters for years, and years. Not months. In AZ after three years I finally cornered the RS Pres and found out who my VT were - then I invited them to my house for a visit. Only one came. She and I became good friends. Every month we met. Either at my house, or a restaurant or at the theater. Often her teen aged daughter joined us for lunch or the movie. I enjoyed it. She always asked me first if her daughter could come, and I readily agreed. As for your VT bringing her children. Do you have a yard? Or porch? Even if the weather is inclement, I would put four folding chairs or lawn chairs on the porch, or driveway and visit out there. If you can get your hands on a portable dog kennel, one that sets up in a yard, I would put the kids in there during my outdoor visit. No matter what the weather. Yeah, I can be cold hearted at times. But I am going on the premise that this has happened many, many times and I am now at the breaking point. BTW I don't have children, I have cats, and my cats have better manners than most children. You need to set the pace for what is acceptable behavior in your home. Start right now and when your VT calls to set up a time to come over, tell her what is acceptable. NO Children. No ifs, ands or buts. NO Children. If she shows up with her kids, tell her to go home, and call you back with a date when she can come back and NOT have her children with her. Give that a try, and if all else fails - go to your RS President and ask for a new VT, and tell her exactly WHY you want a new one. Same as with your companion. After you leave her a couple times and she still doesn't wise up, request a new companion. Oh, by the way, I would ask for gas money for every other month from my companion. THIS I would go straight to the RS Pres to, you have every right to be compensated for the gas, wear and tear on your vehicle, since it is the ONLY vehicle in use. She is not contributing to the driving.

Talk with the Primary President about your concerns. In my Branch we have very few children too- yet we have a teacher for each age group, even if that is only one child. If you feel that she isn't going to get a teacher for your son, then go to your Branch President with your concerns. Using the Sunbeam manual for FHE is good- this reinforces what he has been taught on Sunday.