Um, wouldn't that make you 46 now?
Fine. Deny me my heart monitor.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Um, wouldn't that make you 46 now?
Fine. Deny me my heart monitor.
Can't remember if this has been posted: Karate for Christ
Date to Save - Dating to Save People from Hell
Hello, my name is Tamara! As you can probably tell, I'm a Christian woman who loves Jesus Christ and cares for all humans, even the wicked. What you probably don't know is that I'm hot. My picture below isn't really that good. I want to use my beauty for GOD, and want to encourage Christian women (my sisters in Christ) to do the same, according to the Great Commission.
Calling all Hot Women of the LORD!!!
So, I created this web page for information regarding the calling of Missionary Dating. First of all, it helps that you're good looking. Romans 12:1 says "to offer your bodies as living sacrifices." Since our bodies are the temple of the Holy Spirit (1 Cor. 6:19), it makes sense that we should use our beautiful bodies to glorify HIS name, the Holy Spirit will work the strongest since He's in our body, right? That's the best position to be in!
Not only can we date hot guys (as only hot Christian girls could do), but hopefully we can lead them to God and help them get saved them from the burning fires of Hell. I've outlined a few tips to help you get a date off to the right start, step-by-step. Jesus saves through hooking up with cute heathen guys!
I'm pretty sure this isn't serious....
Jesus, what's it going to be like when he's a teenager?
Ya deal.
You have to find a way to separate your mood from the kid's. I'm still working on that one.
Fine. Deny me my heart monitor.
If it were up to me, you would have a heart monitor right now, I swear. If you can only get one in your 70s, well, you just have a lot of time to wait.
Just seeing the promo picture up at the BBCA site for Mile High weirded me out.
The Krav Center has a two-hour intro thingie. Since I just joined a gym on Friday, and am so out of shape that I would have to resort to sitting on an enemy and sporking him/her to death, I'm thinking about going.
Basically, so that if I ever have to break up any fights at my school I won't have to scream "Fuck you all! STOP!" and get hit anyway. The little gangbangers at my school would laugh at my Spork O' Doom.
which they shouldn't, btw. Death by spork is slow and humiliating.
Ooh! I can't wait to hear how it goes, Erin.
You KNOW I'll be thinking, "Be nice to me, or I'll sic ita on you."
(you'll hold while I spork, right?)
Yay for the Buffistas -- I didn't know Bleak House started on PBS tonight. So I set my Tivo to record, excellent.
I got very frustrated trying to set up a VPN connection to my work network, and more frustrated by not finishing the review of the report I brought home over the weekend. So much to do. Argh.
But I made an excellent Quiche Florentine, with spinach, onions, and jack cheese, in a lovely new pie plate I was given for Christmas. And the kitchen is (mostly) clean (except for the floor). Too bad I don't have any chocolate...
My eyes are killing me. I gotta get off the box.
ta!
I'm still confused, ita, and after looking at the BBCAmerica website, somewhat sad.