Thanks to Chasmyn, I was news-surfing tonight, and found many interesting things. Firstly, I like Dean more and more as my potential President. Secondly, never stick a weiner through a fence. And thirdly, people are too short sighted.
Today's Geology Lesson
People live on a hundred year scale. We can all easily picture 100 years. It has meaning for us.
This planet, and for that matter the universe, does not move on a hundred year scale. To us, geologic time moves very slowly. I don't believe the planet bothers to mark time.
Here's where I'm going with this: Carbon Dioxide -2 oxygen molecules bonded to one carbon molecule- likes to sit and be stagnant. It's it's nature, one could say. The CO2 we've been putting in the atmosphere since we figured out how to make fire goes somewhere. We were taught in school that it gets separated by plants as they create food -according to their nature. The textbooks lie.
Most CO2 goes into the ocean. A lot of it is processed by plankton, our main source of free oxygen. The rest settles to the bottom of the ocean. The pressure of the water is so great down there, that the CO2 can't re-enter the cycle. Instead, it happily nestles itself into the earth's crust. When it does this, a strange thing happens... It cools the earth by a miniscule amount. That's right! You read it here first, folks. "Global Warming" will kill this planet by freezing it. It's all about energy, and where it goes. A side effect of energy transferrance is heat (In imprecise terms), when energy stagnates, there's no heat.
This won't happen in the next thirty years. It will take tens of thousands of years to be noticeable. And it's already happening. We can't stop the damage we've already done with current technology, so suck it up and try something new if you wanna save the planet. By the way, don't blame America. Don't blame Europe. Blame the industrial revlution.
When my mother was a child (1950's) one of her chores was to wash the windowsills every day in the winter. St. Louisans burned coal to heat their homes. (so did everybody else in any industrialized nation) The pollution was so bad, you could literally wipe it off any surface. It turned everything black. People swept their sidewalks, not because they were neat-freaks, but because they wanted to see their sidewalks.
Not that pollution levels are acceptable today. They're not. But the damage has been going on for a long time, and the Earth in her gentle, subtle way has been picking up after us -though it costs her own life force (heat) to do it.
What a good mother we have.
Did I disturb you? Well, don't worry about it. I'm just one more internet fruitcake trying to get my version of reality across. Your children's children will have plenty of ocean to play in before it all reverts to ice. And think how few earthquakes and volcanoes our far-flung decendants will have to worry about. After all, heat is what makes the plates shift. If it cools down enough, the whole process will grind to a halt.
Tuesday, August 05, 2003
Monday, August 04, 2003
Blogrolling here and there led me to one of those ridiculous surveys about yourself. You know, the ones with about a hundred questions and you're supposed to e-mail it to all your friends...? Yep. One of those. This one actually has a few questions I haven't read a billion times already, so I'm swiping the unusual ones and putting them here. heh. Enjoy!
Good Gods! It is 220 questions! Who needs to know that much about anyone?
SOME QUESTIONS
4. What do you like most about yourself?: That I glow
5. Pick a song that describes yourself: now this is a good one. A says everyone has a theme song. A song that comes on the radio and never fails to put you in the best mood possible, because it's yours. I haven't found mine yet really. It's a toss up between the lion king's "circle of life" and Sinatra's "I did it my way"
7. What does your name mean?: please don't laugh. no kidding- it's Princess Light the Sensible One Cold Water. yeeesh.
8. Do you believe in yourself?: abso-smurfing-lootley!
24. What kind of Deodorant do you use?: it changes from month to month. This latest attempt at masking my personal scent makes me smell like fresh sweat.
32. What's under your bed?: probably dust bunnies warring with cat fur over the ancient pair of dirty underwear I can't find to wash. I'm afraid to look.
38. When you notice somebody of the opposite sex what do you notice first?:energy
57. Do you eat the stems of broccoli?:yep!
60. What color is your toothbrush?: White and green with blue and white bristles. It vibrates too.
61. What color is your toothpaste?: you've got to be kidding me.
62. What's on your walls in your room? paint
82. What do you think of people who drink?: I think they're doing what's necessary to maintain their bodies...oh, you mean ALCOHOL :)
85. Do you blush during naughty scenes?: Not usually.
90. Who is the loudest person you know? Heh! My mother.
120. What's your favorite color to paint your toenails?: butter yellow
160. Who's the prettiest Disney movie gal?: Belle
180. Favorite sound?: music
192. If you could be anything in a kitchen what would you be?: food
193. If you could be one gardening tool what would you be?: This one is just plain odd. I'd be the seeds.
201. If you were to kill someone, which method would you choose?: If I were to kill someone I'd be defending my child, so the quickest way possible.
Although the idea of a psychic blast, or sprouting wolverine-like adamantium claws is pretty nifty too.
206. You are a virgin. You're going to die in one hour. That's right! You have ONE HOUR TO LIVE!!! So...you lose your virginity as fast as you can? or you call all your close friends and relatives to say goodbye?: say goodbye. absolutely.
208. Your favorite STD and why?: And you thought the other questions strange!
210. What would your porn name be? Princess Light the Sensible!
213. Full body massage or dry sex?: WTF?????
220. Premarital sex?: it’s only premarital sex if you’re going to get married
Good Gods! It is 220 questions! Who needs to know that much about anyone?
SOME QUESTIONS
4. What do you like most about yourself?: That I glow
5. Pick a song that describes yourself: now this is a good one. A says everyone has a theme song. A song that comes on the radio and never fails to put you in the best mood possible, because it's yours. I haven't found mine yet really. It's a toss up between the lion king's "circle of life" and Sinatra's "I did it my way"
7. What does your name mean?: please don't laugh. no kidding- it's Princess Light the Sensible One Cold Water. yeeesh.
8. Do you believe in yourself?: abso-smurfing-lootley!
24. What kind of Deodorant do you use?: it changes from month to month. This latest attempt at masking my personal scent makes me smell like fresh sweat.
32. What's under your bed?: probably dust bunnies warring with cat fur over the ancient pair of dirty underwear I can't find to wash. I'm afraid to look.
38. When you notice somebody of the opposite sex what do you notice first?:energy
57. Do you eat the stems of broccoli?:yep!
60. What color is your toothbrush?: White and green with blue and white bristles. It vibrates too.
61. What color is your toothpaste?: you've got to be kidding me.
62. What's on your walls in your room? paint
82. What do you think of people who drink?: I think they're doing what's necessary to maintain their bodies...oh, you mean ALCOHOL :)
85. Do you blush during naughty scenes?: Not usually.
90. Who is the loudest person you know? Heh! My mother.
120. What's your favorite color to paint your toenails?: butter yellow
160. Who's the prettiest Disney movie gal?: Belle
180. Favorite sound?: music
192. If you could be anything in a kitchen what would you be?: food
193. If you could be one gardening tool what would you be?: This one is just plain odd. I'd be the seeds.
201. If you were to kill someone, which method would you choose?: If I were to kill someone I'd be defending my child, so the quickest way possible.
Although the idea of a psychic blast, or sprouting wolverine-like adamantium claws is pretty nifty too.
206. You are a virgin. You're going to die in one hour. That's right! You have ONE HOUR TO LIVE!!! So...you lose your virginity as fast as you can? or you call all your close friends and relatives to say goodbye?: say goodbye. absolutely.
208. Your favorite STD and why?: And you thought the other questions strange!
210. What would your porn name be? Princess Light the Sensible!
213. Full body massage or dry sex?: WTF?????
220. Premarital sex?: it’s only premarital sex if you’re going to get married
Sunday, August 03, 2003
I've added some new links. And I found a ring of redhead blogs. This is not as nifty as it sounds, tho, because they count dyed redheads. Now, I don't have any real problem with people who choose to dye their hair red... of course they all want to look like me! However there is a significant difference between a bottled red head and a natural red head. A natural redhead has lived with day glo hair all her life. We have suffered through endless repititions of "carrot top" and "red" from the moment we've been able to understand a spoken language. We have been assaulted by well meaning old ladies who have to stop us on the street to tell us they once had hair just that color.
When you're 5 years old, you don't want some white-haired old geezer scaring the heck out of you by letting you know you'll look like her some day.
We have had our hair pulled, we've been laughed at, called names and stared at. We come through this childhood of torture and make it to adolescence to find that we draw a kind of attention that we want. Usually. Suddenly we are seen as attractive. That alone is very hard to cope with. Our peers have pointed out our ugliness through our entire childhood, then over the space of a month we become seen as "gorgeous". Most of us don't believe it. We keep waiting for the laughter to start. Oh, ha ha, fooled you! Had you thinking someone liked you for a minute there! How funny! But the laughter doesn't come. Pleasant though it is, it kinda shakes your world. There's no security in the unexpected.
Oh, yes, and then there's the joy of having a total stranger ask you if you pubic hair is red too. Not to mention having people reach out and touch your hair while you're standing in line for something. What makes these fools think it's ok to touch my hair? I can understand a child wanting to touch this rarest of colors, but an adult? Puh-lease!
Through these trials we have earned our hair. By the time we're adults, we own it proudly. But to get there, we had to endure a kind of prejudice that a caucasion brunette or blonde will never understand. When you walk out your front door, you are a redhead. There's no hiding it, except during winter, if your coat has a hood. We, as redheads, stand out in a crowd and we always will.
Y'know what? I do resent bottled redheads. They haven't earned it, they haven't owned it, they put it on for a while and change it when they get tired of the particular kind of attention a redhead draws. They don't deserve it.
(my ire does not apply to red highlights, only to people who go totally red but still get to have a tan. s'not fair)
When you're 5 years old, you don't want some white-haired old geezer scaring the heck out of you by letting you know you'll look like her some day.
We have had our hair pulled, we've been laughed at, called names and stared at. We come through this childhood of torture and make it to adolescence to find that we draw a kind of attention that we want. Usually. Suddenly we are seen as attractive. That alone is very hard to cope with. Our peers have pointed out our ugliness through our entire childhood, then over the space of a month we become seen as "gorgeous". Most of us don't believe it. We keep waiting for the laughter to start. Oh, ha ha, fooled you! Had you thinking someone liked you for a minute there! How funny! But the laughter doesn't come. Pleasant though it is, it kinda shakes your world. There's no security in the unexpected.
Oh, yes, and then there's the joy of having a total stranger ask you if you pubic hair is red too. Not to mention having people reach out and touch your hair while you're standing in line for something. What makes these fools think it's ok to touch my hair? I can understand a child wanting to touch this rarest of colors, but an adult? Puh-lease!
Through these trials we have earned our hair. By the time we're adults, we own it proudly. But to get there, we had to endure a kind of prejudice that a caucasion brunette or blonde will never understand. When you walk out your front door, you are a redhead. There's no hiding it, except during winter, if your coat has a hood. We, as redheads, stand out in a crowd and we always will.
Y'know what? I do resent bottled redheads. They haven't earned it, they haven't owned it, they put it on for a while and change it when they get tired of the particular kind of attention a redhead draws. They don't deserve it.
(my ire does not apply to red highlights, only to people who go totally red but still get to have a tan. s'not fair)
Saturday, August 02, 2003
And now for something completely different
I'm actually going to post something pagany!
A simple pre-ritual cleansing. When prepping for a ritual, most people I know use scented bath salts or smudge with sage. I prefer to grab a coffee filter and fill it with a tablespoon or two of basil, a pinch of ginger and a few twists of fresh ground pepper. I tie all this up with cotton embroidery thread and basically make tea. Then I soak in the water for a few minutes, clearing my mind. I take the sachet of herbs that's been steeping in a coffee cup, pour the water (tea) in the tub, then press the sachet against my forehead. I draw the sachet down my nose and exhale. I draw it down each arm, press it against my palm and release whatever I've been holding. I do the same with my legs. I draw little patterns, usually spirals, wherever I need to really focus my attention. Spirals starting in the center and working out counter clockwise will scatter bound-up energy. Spirals starting at the edge and working inward focus energy. When you reach the center, if you pull the baggie of herbs away slowly, you'll pull any "crap" out with it.
I use basil for purification, ginger for revitalization and pepper 'cause I like it.
I'm actually going to post something pagany!
A simple pre-ritual cleansing. When prepping for a ritual, most people I know use scented bath salts or smudge with sage. I prefer to grab a coffee filter and fill it with a tablespoon or two of basil, a pinch of ginger and a few twists of fresh ground pepper. I tie all this up with cotton embroidery thread and basically make tea. Then I soak in the water for a few minutes, clearing my mind. I take the sachet of herbs that's been steeping in a coffee cup, pour the water (tea) in the tub, then press the sachet against my forehead. I draw the sachet down my nose and exhale. I draw it down each arm, press it against my palm and release whatever I've been holding. I do the same with my legs. I draw little patterns, usually spirals, wherever I need to really focus my attention. Spirals starting in the center and working out counter clockwise will scatter bound-up energy. Spirals starting at the edge and working inward focus energy. When you reach the center, if you pull the baggie of herbs away slowly, you'll pull any "crap" out with it.
I use basil for purification, ginger for revitalization and pepper 'cause I like it.
I'm having a blast playing DandD. Up 'til recently I haven't really played since L was born. There is so much I've forgotten!
When I was teaching L how to play, I gave him examples from my own experiences and told him about my most successful characters. Yeah. Smooth move, ex-lax! He wanted to jump right in and go through the same kinds of stuff... at !st level.
(sigh) It doesn't work that way, of course.
I also told him some stories about the evil things my DM had done to my characters, and included how my druid character got a bunch of staves that were pretty much useless to her. One of the staves would transform into a tree (and back again) when the proper command word was spoken. Since my druid could grow trees pretty much at will, I only used it for shade while I was eating lunch and such. L came up with a billion uses for it. Like leaning it against a wall and uttering the command word. Poof! No more wall, the tree would grow right through it and knock it down. Or pointing it at an onrushing horde of beasties and stabbing them all with branches, etc. Ye Gods, he wanted that staff sooooo badly.
Muahahahaha
So I sent him and several others on an adventure to retrieve a black staff... from an island...that was owned by a powerful druid... heh heh heh. He had his suspicions, then they passed a pool with a blue staff in the middle of it. The blue staff appeared to be producing all the water for the island. Then he knew who this druid was and that she had 10 knifty staves altogether, but his character didn't!
-pardon me while I laugh long and loud-
Ha haha haha ha ha!
ok. As it turn out, his character ran right past the tree staff, and didn't even notice it.
I'm so cruel to my son.
He told me later, "Oh! That was evil! That was mean! That was smart! He got a really big kick out of it.
Now it's hubby's turn to torture me. :( I'm playing with the group, and He's the one being the DM. It's lots of fun. I'm playing a cleric, because he's running us through the original Raven'sLoft module, and they need a cleric to help then fight the vampire at the end. I spent today blessing everthing in sight and driving the two evil characters up a wall.
Muahaha
When I was teaching L how to play, I gave him examples from my own experiences and told him about my most successful characters. Yeah. Smooth move, ex-lax! He wanted to jump right in and go through the same kinds of stuff... at !st level.
(sigh) It doesn't work that way, of course.
I also told him some stories about the evil things my DM had done to my characters, and included how my druid character got a bunch of staves that were pretty much useless to her. One of the staves would transform into a tree (and back again) when the proper command word was spoken. Since my druid could grow trees pretty much at will, I only used it for shade while I was eating lunch and such. L came up with a billion uses for it. Like leaning it against a wall and uttering the command word. Poof! No more wall, the tree would grow right through it and knock it down. Or pointing it at an onrushing horde of beasties and stabbing them all with branches, etc. Ye Gods, he wanted that staff sooooo badly.
Muahahahaha
So I sent him and several others on an adventure to retrieve a black staff... from an island...that was owned by a powerful druid... heh heh heh. He had his suspicions, then they passed a pool with a blue staff in the middle of it. The blue staff appeared to be producing all the water for the island. Then he knew who this druid was and that she had 10 knifty staves altogether, but his character didn't!
-pardon me while I laugh long and loud-
Ha haha haha ha ha!
ok. As it turn out, his character ran right past the tree staff, and didn't even notice it.
I'm so cruel to my son.
He told me later, "Oh! That was evil! That was mean! That was smart! He got a really big kick out of it.
Now it's hubby's turn to torture me. :( I'm playing with the group, and He's the one being the DM. It's lots of fun. I'm playing a cleric, because he's running us through the original Raven'sLoft module, and they need a cleric to help then fight the vampire at the end. I spent today blessing everthing in sight and driving the two evil characters up a wall.
Muahaha
Thursday, July 10, 2003
T minus 48 hours and counting...
It's getting down to the wire, and I'm stressing a bit. The house is mostly clean, the pool is full, the tiki torches are set... and I am so not ready.
I don't know how many people are coming. Not even a ball park figure. I know who's not coming, so that helps a bit. Last year, we fried 2 turkeys and put out an enormous spread, and 6 people showed up.
I don't know how much to buy for this year. My 13th wedding anniversary is a really big deal to me, but I don't expect it to mean much to anyone else.
This is just getting me down. I think I'll go clean some more.
It's getting down to the wire, and I'm stressing a bit. The house is mostly clean, the pool is full, the tiki torches are set... and I am so not ready.
I don't know how many people are coming. Not even a ball park figure. I know who's not coming, so that helps a bit. Last year, we fried 2 turkeys and put out an enormous spread, and 6 people showed up.
I don't know how much to buy for this year. My 13th wedding anniversary is a really big deal to me, but I don't expect it to mean much to anyone else.
This is just getting me down. I think I'll go clean some more.
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
Warning! Those of you who want to know nothing about the latest HP book, stop reading now!
I have already read the Order of the Phoenix, but I forgot, while re-reading it to my son that he's still a child in a lot of ways. I foolishly assumed that since he's worked his way through most of Lemmony Snicket's "A series of unfortunate events" books about the Baudelier children, that he would somehow be ok with what happens in the fifth Harry Potter book.
Ms. Rowling said ages ago that a major character dies in this book. I chose to read it the first time through as though I didn't know this. I figured that way I wouldn't be itching to skip to the end to find out who dies. It worked out pretty well for me, and my gods! Those final 5 chapters were interesting.
Now here's my rant:
J.K. Rowling made my little boy cry. :(
You see, there's a tiny part of my son that still believes in Santa Claus. There's a tiny part of him that believes Hogwarts exists out there somewhere, maybe not in this universe, but somewhere Harry Potter lives and breathes and fights Voldemort. When this "major character" meets it's end, I had to stop reading. I had looked up from the book, and seen the look on L's face, and choked up. He was furious and mystified and hurt. He said, "That's not right. (the person) didn't really die... did (they)?" And I just nodded my head slowly, with tears filling my eyes. He went into his room and locked the door and cried. For about 45 minutes. He came out when I got home from Taco Bell (his favorite food), and gave me several ways that she could bring this character back.
He asked me if I had cried when I read that part, and I lied and said, "yes." I actually didn't cry 'til the next chapter, when Harry was dealing (vividly) with his grief. Having had a recent death in my life, it just hurt way to much. I told him that there are other books I've read that touch me, and have me cry. It's a mark of exceptional story telling.
He was smiling again by the time we finished the book, tho. This one ends with some major justices, and it doesn't leave you hanging like the Goblet of Fire did. That was just evil. Remember when "The Empire Strikes Back" came out? It ended with Luke missing a hand -and knowing who his father is, Han encased in carbonite and the rebellion in tatters. Book 4 was like that for me. Cedric is dead, Voldemort has returned, and the Ministry is stolidly ignoring everything... and we have to wait. Sigh.
I can wait for book 6... for a while, anyway. :)
I have already read the Order of the Phoenix, but I forgot, while re-reading it to my son that he's still a child in a lot of ways. I foolishly assumed that since he's worked his way through most of Lemmony Snicket's "A series of unfortunate events" books about the Baudelier children, that he would somehow be ok with what happens in the fifth Harry Potter book.
Ms. Rowling said ages ago that a major character dies in this book. I chose to read it the first time through as though I didn't know this. I figured that way I wouldn't be itching to skip to the end to find out who dies. It worked out pretty well for me, and my gods! Those final 5 chapters were interesting.
Now here's my rant:
J.K. Rowling made my little boy cry. :(
You see, there's a tiny part of my son that still believes in Santa Claus. There's a tiny part of him that believes Hogwarts exists out there somewhere, maybe not in this universe, but somewhere Harry Potter lives and breathes and fights Voldemort. When this "major character" meets it's end, I had to stop reading. I had looked up from the book, and seen the look on L's face, and choked up. He was furious and mystified and hurt. He said, "That's not right. (the person) didn't really die... did (they)?" And I just nodded my head slowly, with tears filling my eyes. He went into his room and locked the door and cried. For about 45 minutes. He came out when I got home from Taco Bell (his favorite food), and gave me several ways that she could bring this character back.
He asked me if I had cried when I read that part, and I lied and said, "yes." I actually didn't cry 'til the next chapter, when Harry was dealing (vividly) with his grief. Having had a recent death in my life, it just hurt way to much. I told him that there are other books I've read that touch me, and have me cry. It's a mark of exceptional story telling.
He was smiling again by the time we finished the book, tho. This one ends with some major justices, and it doesn't leave you hanging like the Goblet of Fire did. That was just evil. Remember when "The Empire Strikes Back" came out? It ended with Luke missing a hand -and knowing who his father is, Han encased in carbonite and the rebellion in tatters. Book 4 was like that for me. Cedric is dead, Voldemort has returned, and the Ministry is stolidly ignoring everything... and we have to wait. Sigh.
I can wait for book 6... for a while, anyway. :)
Saturday, July 05, 2003
I just wrote about Independance Day on random redhead, and an interesting thing happened. I've been mostly dwelling on the earlier years, but we moved away during the 4th of July, and I discovered that at some point my neighborhood went from wonderful to Hell. I know (intimately) the details of my growing up, but while I was busy doing it, I didn't notice the attitude shift. It was really shocking when I re-read what I had written, and realized that I did see that street as Hell. I don't think it was the rape, or the fights, or any one thing. It just kind of grew. Each new thing altering my way of seeing my world, until it became a place of darkness.
I don't want to dwell on that too much, I might make it mean something. I wonder, though, if that's how my Mom went from being a walking ray of sunshine, to the embittered woman she became.
When she developed breast cancer, I saw a lot of her old self come back. You can't fight off cancer from a place of bitterness or despair. You have to let life light you up, and she did.
Thanks, Mom, for being who you were in my formative years. Thanks for finding that again so I can still have you around.
I don't want to dwell on that too much, I might make it mean something. I wonder, though, if that's how my Mom went from being a walking ray of sunshine, to the embittered woman she became.
When she developed breast cancer, I saw a lot of her old self come back. You can't fight off cancer from a place of bitterness or despair. You have to let life light you up, and she did.
Thanks, Mom, for being who you were in my formative years. Thanks for finding that again so I can still have you around.
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
I was listening to NPR tonight, and they were talking about same-sex marriages. They had a conservative voicing his opinions, while they took a more liberal side. OK, so here's the thing... I believe in equal rights. I don't see why people in a committed relationship shouldn't have all the benefits (and sucky bits) of marriage. I know there have been points in my life where I'd have been out the door, except I was married. I made a promise, a judge made it legal, and our families witnessed the whole thing. That kinda gives me an incentive to work harder than I otherwise would have.
The conservative guy opined that homosexuals generally don't have committed relationships, as if they are somehow incapable of going long-term. I say bullshit. When have homosexuals been given the opportunity to legally marry? In this country... hmm... never? He also claimed that children need both a male and a female parent. He felt children being raised by only one sex are cheated, and won't be as well equipped for their own relationships. I think I missed out on some things by not having a dad around. I think that had to do with not having much in the way of role models. My mom went to work, and my sister and I were latch key kids. I think if my mom had a partner of any sex it would have made a difference, because then I would have seen how adults in a committed long-term relationship behaved. I would have seen that it's ok to hold hands, or snuggle, or argue. I would have seen what people talk about over dinner. Hell, I would have seen just how good it is to make dinner for your spouse.
I don't have anything against polygamy, either. I think 2 is a good number for raising children, because the more adults you throw into it, the more conflict can arise. But I'm sure there are ways to work it out, if you're really committed to it.
Obviously, the NPR thing brought out my rant-box. I love NPR. Last week they were talking about HGH and short children. I'm 5'4" and my hubby is about 5'7". It kinda bugs me that I could subject our son to HGH injections for a while, and add 3 or more inches to his potential height. Can you imagine the difference 3 inches can make? We're talking better pay, popularity and a larger selection of partners, not to mention the ability to reach the top shelf without a stool.
And I won't do it.
Am I a bad mother for not making my kid get shots for a few years? I'm denying him a better fit in society. Aren't parents supposed to make any sacrifice to give their children the best life possible? I don't believe in tampering like that. Surgery to close a fontanel, absolutely. Trying to make him taller? Absolutely not! Lets see how many inches healthy food, lots of excercise and plenty of love give him. I don't want him to be short, but that's for my comfort, not his.
I love watching him blossom into a teenager, and I don't want to mess with that by pumping him full of something grown in a laboratory. I don't know what the long-term effects are, do you? I think I'll let nature take it's course, and I think he'll be fine.
Besides, my dad was 6'4", so you never know. :)
The conservative guy opined that homosexuals generally don't have committed relationships, as if they are somehow incapable of going long-term. I say bullshit. When have homosexuals been given the opportunity to legally marry? In this country... hmm... never? He also claimed that children need both a male and a female parent. He felt children being raised by only one sex are cheated, and won't be as well equipped for their own relationships. I think I missed out on some things by not having a dad around. I think that had to do with not having much in the way of role models. My mom went to work, and my sister and I were latch key kids. I think if my mom had a partner of any sex it would have made a difference, because then I would have seen how adults in a committed long-term relationship behaved. I would have seen that it's ok to hold hands, or snuggle, or argue. I would have seen what people talk about over dinner. Hell, I would have seen just how good it is to make dinner for your spouse.
I don't have anything against polygamy, either. I think 2 is a good number for raising children, because the more adults you throw into it, the more conflict can arise. But I'm sure there are ways to work it out, if you're really committed to it.
Obviously, the NPR thing brought out my rant-box. I love NPR. Last week they were talking about HGH and short children. I'm 5'4" and my hubby is about 5'7". It kinda bugs me that I could subject our son to HGH injections for a while, and add 3 or more inches to his potential height. Can you imagine the difference 3 inches can make? We're talking better pay, popularity and a larger selection of partners, not to mention the ability to reach the top shelf without a stool.
And I won't do it.
Am I a bad mother for not making my kid get shots for a few years? I'm denying him a better fit in society. Aren't parents supposed to make any sacrifice to give their children the best life possible? I don't believe in tampering like that. Surgery to close a fontanel, absolutely. Trying to make him taller? Absolutely not! Lets see how many inches healthy food, lots of excercise and plenty of love give him. I don't want him to be short, but that's for my comfort, not his.
I love watching him blossom into a teenager, and I don't want to mess with that by pumping him full of something grown in a laboratory. I don't know what the long-term effects are, do you? I think I'll let nature take it's course, and I think he'll be fine.
Besides, my dad was 6'4", so you never know. :)
Wow! Haven't written here for a while.
I finished The Order of the Phoenix. It was, as expected, a fabulous bit of literature. I'm just in awe of J.K. Rowling's writing skills. She rocks!
I got to go shopping with C today, that was lots of fun! I still have a lot of periods of sadness, but I guess that's normal. I found that today, I wanted to ask her one of the stupid -none of your business questions some people had asked me. Thank Gods I didn't. Sometimes I wish those people hadn't asked me the question to which I don't know the answer, because now I wonder about it sometimes.
And here's the thing... it doesn't matter. I don't really care if his organs were donated or not. It is absolutely none of my business, and I'm only posting it here because I talked all around it, and I don't want any of my family who might be reading this to think up other questions to ask.
(sigh) So, riding around with my friend, I look over at her, and see her positively glowing with love for her son. I mean it radiates from her like sunlight, and into my head pops this stupid question. The whole thing bothers me, and I (ew) don't want to look at this:
It bugs me because I'm uncomfortable that I'm using that silly question to make myself wrong. (ew, ew, ew) Say it out loud, and it makes you want to squirm, but now I can look at it and laugh at my silliness.
-yep. more rambling- thrilling, ain't it?
I finished The Order of the Phoenix. It was, as expected, a fabulous bit of literature. I'm just in awe of J.K. Rowling's writing skills. She rocks!
I got to go shopping with C today, that was lots of fun! I still have a lot of periods of sadness, but I guess that's normal. I found that today, I wanted to ask her one of the stupid -none of your business questions some people had asked me. Thank Gods I didn't. Sometimes I wish those people hadn't asked me the question to which I don't know the answer, because now I wonder about it sometimes.
And here's the thing... it doesn't matter. I don't really care if his organs were donated or not. It is absolutely none of my business, and I'm only posting it here because I talked all around it, and I don't want any of my family who might be reading this to think up other questions to ask.
(sigh) So, riding around with my friend, I look over at her, and see her positively glowing with love for her son. I mean it radiates from her like sunlight, and into my head pops this stupid question. The whole thing bothers me, and I (ew) don't want to look at this:
It bugs me because I'm uncomfortable that I'm using that silly question to make myself wrong. (ew, ew, ew) Say it out loud, and it makes you want to squirm, but now I can look at it and laugh at my silliness.
-yep. more rambling- thrilling, ain't it?
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