I was on the train yesterday and witnessed a heated discussion between what I believe to be a Jehovah’s Witness and some seemingly random Christian fellow, their conversation went like this:
JW: “Well, what do you think Jesus’s role was?”
SRCF: “He was a great teacher”
JW: “Teacher huh? TEACHER? Not the SON OF GOD? Or the MESSIAH?”
SRCF: “Why are you getting so upset?
JW:” Because you don’t know ANYTHING! Teacher my ass!”
At which point it was time for me to get off the train. I seriously considered staying on to see how this played out, but it was the end of the day and the 30 minute walk it would have taken to get home from the next stop simply didn’t seem worth it.
Does anyone else find this puzzling the sheer vehemence of the Jehovah’s Witness and the comparison between Jesus being a good teacher and her ass? I have known several Jehovah’s Witnesses in my lifetime and I have always found them to be rather calm and soothing people
I guess sometimes you’ve just got to spend a lot of time on a crowded suburban rail line to find out what’s what – yo.
I don’t cook a lot, a few years ago my husband simply took over the duty as house chef (I pretend to think that this was more to give me a break rather than to not have to eat my cooking any longer). But sometimes I still manage to throw a meal together, a meal that doesn’t consist of hot dogs and tater tots.
Usually when I do this I try to prepare the entire meal in as few dishes as possible. If doable I only use one dish, I just throw many things into a skillet; add some wine for it to cook in and viola. I do this not because I am lazy but to make clean up easier for my husband, cause I’m a giver.
When I make these ‘skillet’ concoctions Lucy always wants to know what it is so I name them all “Mommy’s dinner surprise”.
These dinners come in many different forms with many different flavors; it’s like a little food surprise after a long day at school or work.
Last night I got a text from my husband before I even left work telling me to not worry about dinner because he was going to take care of it.
I said, “are you sure? I could make another surprise?” His response, “Oh sweetie, we don’t have enough hot sauce left to get through another dinner surprise…”
And that, my friends, is how you get out of cooking dinner for your family.