Brenda!! You are a corset dealer.
Whoot! Are there pictures?
'Underneath'
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Brenda!! You are a corset dealer.
Whoot! Are there pictures?
This babysitting thing is a pain in the ass. I've called four people. Our high school girl can't because she has ski club. Our college girl can't because she's already booked. Two friends of mine already have plans.
Looks like O is coming out to the birthday dinner with us. I blame the party planner. He didn't send us the invite until Tuesday. Not enough time for me to get a sitter.
Hey, hivemind--how long does it normally take to get your glucose tol test results back?
Actually, I hear that routinely,
(That's what I meant--I think my wording was awkward)
and I've heard it in weddings that then broke up.Yes. I was just agreeing with brenda about the consistency of the policy, where the divorce just doesn't exist in the eyes of the Anglican church.
I don't find the concept of an indissoluble marriage at all odd. What I find strange is the concept of a semi-soluble marriage.
Me, too.
edited because brenda tried to trick me into thinking that she was beth.
Cindy, I got it. Thank you so much!
Something that may be de-pressurizing the Chuck and Camilla marriage is the highly unlikely possibility that they'll have children together. What would have, in previous reigns, made public recognition of their union, and him keeping his head-of-the-line status impossible would be the possibility that any child of their union could challenge rightful-born heirs for the throne.
Hi, new Bitches! I'm a guilty skipper today. ~Ma to anyone who needs it and hugs for all.
Once again, when I had to rent a U-Haul for lots of manual labor at work, I got snowded on. This is getting old. And cold. Now I'm rhyming. I clearly must eat an entire pizza, posthaste.
Plei, I think mine came back very quickly -- a few days, at most. I think three.
(not really here, supposed to be making dinner)
Ah. The C of E has backed down.
Marriage is supposed to be for life, but sometimes it doesn't work out that way.
But it is not only for the partners, but for the Church itself, to decide whether the marriage ought to be witnessed and solemnized in an act of worship. The Church has a responsibility to safeguard the understanding of marriage as a lifelong vocation. In the past the Church of England has sought to meet this responsibility by refusing to have the marriage of a person with a previous partner living solemnized in church. In this way it has tried to indicate clearly that the breach of a marriage is so serious a matter that entering a second one is not something which anybody can claim as a right. When a Christian in this situation has judged it appropriate to marry again, the Church has been willing to respect that decision and to pray with the couple; but it has not been willing to solemnize the marriage.
If, after a serious length of time living alone and dealing responsibly with the legacy of the past marriage, you are certain that God has called you to a new one, the Church will pray with you and your new partner. The Service of Prayer and Dedication after a Civil Marriage is one way, widely available, in which it can do so formally.
So this is a fairly standard way for a divorced Anglican to remarry.
Hey, all. Feeling better on the cold front; can actually breathe now, although have discovered sore nose is not just rubbing sore. There is, in fact, a cold sore inside one nostril that is roughly the size of Mars.
May need Rover, with robot arm to explore if doesn't go away soon. Regardless, I am happy it's not visible.
Just watched Vernica Mars and Alias, and feel like a normal couch potato-y person again. Did virtous things like fold laundry and washed socks for tomorrow (no change for washer and FAR too lazy to run out just for quarters.)
Will now do teacher-y stuff, and have promised myself a hot bath, charcoal masque and DVD before bed tonight.
Oh -- made out with boy this weekend. In my car. Hello, high school! (Glad the weather was nice.) Bizarre. Yet fun. I wonder if I gave him my cold? Kinda hope so, since he didn't call (even though I didn't really want him to call, I would have stil therefore wished the brush-offing instead of the brush-offY, thus the cold-wishage.)