Preacher’s Wives
Is it just me or has anyone else noticed that some of the most insulting, self-centered women on the planet are found to be preacher’s wives?
What’s up with that?
There have been many times over my years in the workforce that I have encountered a preacher’s wife who feels that I am subservient and souly at HER service. She speaks in a tone that makes a person feel like a slave to her command and when you defy her command she treats you as a leper or some poor redheaded stepchild she’d rather take out behind the woodshed for a lashing or two.
Do these women (and I generalize here as and should state for the record that I am sure not ALL preachers wives fall in this category, but I’ve yet to find one) actually believe they have a one way ticket through the pearly gates just because their husband stands in the pulpit once or twice a week?
I’ve always heard the worst behaved children are preachers kids, but I am beginning to realize the poor mans entire families are skating through on his Sunday suit tails.
And just for the record, just because Tammy Faye did it doesn’t make it a standard trend for all preachers wives to wear three foot fake eyelashes that weight their eyes closed or the high rise hairdo that’s likely to gain sponsorship from Aqua Shield errr Aqua Net hairspray. Give up the plastic exterior, God’s going to know who you are with or without the make-up.
Originally posted: May 22nd, 2005
Talk About Being Positive…
I saw a little something on a message board… It really put things in perspective!
I believe I will make this my own personal thought for the day for many days to come…
No matter if I only have $5 in the bank, I STILL have more money than the U.S. 
*smiles*
From September 5th, 2004
Red Hat Society
For centuries people have been draping themselves with tokens, emblems, labels, fine fabrics and jewels as a way of letting everyone they encounter know the positioning in the social structure of life. Cults and religions have often used the same tactics to set themselves apart from the rest of society.
As you travel through airports, there is no mistaking the Harikrishna’s with their simpleton style robes and their clean-shaven heads. Perhaps taking a drive through the countryside of northeast Pennsylvania you come across a group of people dressed in all black or gray, the men with full beards, the ladies in their bonnets? The image is unmistakable the image is Amish.
Several months ago I heard of yet another group that mark themselves with specific colors and make a rather loud statement to any room they enter. From what I hear of these groups, you’d have thought the Real Queen Mother herself was leading them. All the talk of money, value and power that had been displayed left me a bit curious about this new trend, this religion, and this cult, this Red Hat Purple Dress Society.
Within a few short months it seemed as if I were seeing purple dresses and red hats everywhere. They were in airports, restaurants, and they were in my sleep! I was being haunted! There was obviously no escape from the growing monster that was consuming our mothers and our grandmothers. Menopause and dementia now had a face, and it was purple and red!
I’d give you a penny for your thoughts
…but they were all stolen today!
I’m sure many people have seen those little containers by cash registers that contain pennies. This is very common around my local area. I’ve long thought that it was very cool that if you find yourself short a couple of cents, it is there for the taking. And while I do take my share of pennies, I do keep that in mind and when I have extra pennies I always toss them in, maybe not at the same exact location, but I feel its only right in order to give back to the same society that gave to me at one time.
Now my logic tells me that this penny pocket is there in case I need one, two or maybe three pennies. Anything under a nickel I would consider that to be a fair taking. Today while working and waiting for payment from a lady, I watched as she counted out thirteen pennies. Yes THIRTEEN! Something about that just isn’t right! Just because she didn’t want to break an extra dollar! What would it have killed her to take the change from the dollar and toss in the extra two pennies she would have received?
My mother has always told me that I am an expressionist to the extreme. If I think a person is an imbecile, I don’t have to say a word; they will know it from the look on my face. It’s nothing I can help or control; it’s just how I am. I know this woman and her friends HAD to have seen a look of udder shock and disgust on my face as the woman HELD up the line to count out THIRTEEN pennies that were obviously there just for her!
Am I wrong? Should a person feel a social obligation to take NO MORE than 4 pennies from the penny pocket or is it expectable to take thirteen?
And to top it all off…she was wearing a red hat!
This post from May 27th, 2005
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