Saw this bumper sticker today...

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More than likely the vehicle belonged to one of these ladies.

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I saw this one recently.
I thought it was sort of a conflicting message.

"I love NY, and don't tread on me."
Seems like those two bumper stickers cancel each other out.

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I saw one car in Santa Fe that had a sticker with "No War" right next to one that said "Free Tibet." The driver just happened to approach at that time, and my colleague pointed to the Tibet sticker and said, "You can't have that..." and then pointed to the War sticker and said "without that." The lady stuttered and stammered, got mad, and quickly drove away. Typical of "The City Different."

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Back when I was going for my confirmation we had to practice marching up the asile to the nun who was seated in a chair before the altar in place of the priest. Heaven help the guy or girl who was not paying attention or goofing off. Think that nun was the master of the one handed karate chop. Instead of gently placing her hand against your cheek it was much more than that. yep, they were a force to be rekoned with. And don't mess with the brothers as one guy found out. gave some lip to a brother and out the door he went never to return. Frank
 
The younger generation could use a good pistol whipping from the nuns every now and again.



The nuns that taught at the schools (1950s) I went to did not need pistols they could work you over quite well with that long pointer that they all seemed to have. Many were broken in the time I went to that school, a few on me.

Sister xxxxxx was quite skilful with it, give her a Foil and head gear and I bet she could win fencing matches.
 
Our Nuns at ST. Anthony`s in S. Philly used to make us choose our own switch off of a tree on the playground. They knew how to use them too!

Hell, that was an old Mom trick.....and you'd better not bring back a wimpy one either:eek:
The nuns used to wear those long rosaries around their waists. Rumor was they used them like the Gauchos used their bolas to snag the kids if they tried to run away.
 
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The goins'-on beneath a nun's habit are better left unexplored and undiscussed.:eek: I will continue to believe that all packin' some form of heat you don't wanna mess with. Be it a yardstick or a .38 snubby.

Always sit up straight, keep your mouth shut and look "Godly" until the threat has passed. Beware their sixth sense and the eyes in the back of their heads. Many have fallen victim by underestimating their powers and their dexterity.
 
Not being Catholic and not having attended Catholic schools, I was always amused by the "mean Nuns" stories from my Catholic friends. But later in my life I worked for a large Catholic health care organization, and during my earlier years with the company (mid to late 1990's) there were many of the sponsoring Sisters actively working in the organization. If there were any mean ones I never ran into any of them. The Sisters that I worked with were wonderful, generous, caring and ego-less people that never lost sight of the ministry that their predecessors began in the late 1800's. These Sisters tried their best to instill in the lay workers like myself the values represented by Catholic health care and the Mission of the sponsoring order. I felt it an honor to be trusted, as a senior executive in the organization, to continue their ministry of caring and healing.

Unfortunately, as the Sisters aged out of the work force, their presence became less and less visible, and by the time I had retired in 2013, the same company had grown through several mergers into a mega-health care corporation with little beyond lip service to the founding Catholic mission.

Bottom line, you'll never get me to believe anything but the best about these selfless and devoted servants of God.
 
Not being Catholic and not having attended Catholic schools, I was always amused by the "mean Nuns" stories from my Catholic friends. But later in my life I worked for a large Catholic health care organization, and during my earlier years with the company (mid to late 1990's) there were many of the sponsoring Sisters actively working in the organization. If there were any mean ones I never ran into any of them. The Sisters that I worked with were wonderful, generous, caring and ego-less people that never lost sight of the ministry that their predecessors began in the late 1800's. These Sisters tried their best to instill in the lay workers like myself the values represented by Catholic health care and the Mission of the sponsoring order. I felt it an honor to be trusted, as a senior executive in the organization, to continue their ministry of caring and healing.


Unfortunately, as the Sisters aged out of the work force, their presence became less and less visible, and by the time I had retired in 2013, the same company had grown through several mergers into a mega-health care corporation with little beyond lip service to the founding Catholic mission.

Bottom line, you'll never get me to believe anything but the best about these selfless and devoted servants of God.

Yea I guess you're right. I can picture them after school, all going into the locker room to get out of the Nun Clothes and into the evening casual. Light up a cigarette, grab a beer and chuckle about the latest goings on in the classroom-play a little cards to kill time before evening vsepers-take a light meal and then settle in gfor some Monday Night Football. :D
But to an 8 year old kid-I stand by my R Lee Ermey observation :eek:
 
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