frogs in water

I read on the news this morning about a controversial new video game called Man Hunt received a new rating called Adults Only because of the violence. Apparently in the game you are a scientist who has escaped from an insane asylum and is now hunting down people and entertaining his sickest fantasies. You, as the scientist get to design and carry out the fantasies.
Charming.
All I can say is - remember Mario Brothers? Mario? Luigi? The bad guys were flowers and mushrooms. Let's go back to that.

You know? I heard a speaker once say on the matter of violence today that what has happen is like a frog in boiling water. If you put a frog into boiling water it will actually jump out. But if you put a frog in warm water and turn up the heat slowly - it will quite happily boil to death. I think that is what has happened over the last 20 years. We have sat by and happily watched while things like ManHunt became entertainment.

Parker wins again!

Apologies to my always loyal readers :-) We were doing the family vacation thing in Dallas last week (a MUCH needed fun and relaxing week) and this week I have been without internet during the day (I can't for the life of me figure out what people did without it!).
Tonight is Jon's late night so I came home for a leisurely evening of girly tv shows and finishing my book. After sitting here for 15 minutes I realized our apartment was filthy so Parker and I cleaned in between his dinner and bath (and actually my dinner and bath come to think of it!) Here is my latest "mom" story.
Parker is scared to death of the vaccum clearner. Tonight was not his night as our carpet was in desperate need of suction. I usually start by the front door and work my way through the living room - leaving our bedroom for last. As far as Parker is concerned the worst part is when I disappear into the bedroom (surely sucked up by the vaccum cleaner never to be seen again) so tonight I decided to start in the bedroom and then be funny and dance around during the last part to try to cheer him up.
I turned on the vaccum cleaner (he knew I had it - he saw me go in with it) and could hear Parker's shrills from the living room. "It's ok! I love you and I'm coming out in a second". I yelled over the noise. I thought about how this was a teaching experience. I could not pick him up every I vaccumed. He would soon learn that this was not a scary thing. I am the boss! I am the teacher!
30 seconds later I walked into the living room and saw poor Parker sitting in his high chair with tears just streaming down his face. "He....will...learn" I tried to convince myself. But then I thought even more convincingly....Who am I kidding?! Parker is the boss! Parker is the teacher! And I ran and picked him up and carried him the rest of the time I vaccumed.

PARKER: 1
MOM: 0

ok ok

PARKER 1,596
MOM: 0

A Reflection on the last 2 years:




There was a BEAUTIFUL wedding that was better than anything I could have ever dreamed up!
There was an amazing honeymoon in San Antonio! Mexican food every night! Sea World!
We moved to Chicago! Jon started school and I went to work!
We worked and studied - worked and studied - worked and studied!
We went on dates! We saw the city! We went to great restaurants! Shopped on Michigan Avenue! We laughed all the time!
We fought about what kind of cheese to buy. About what to watch on TV and who was going to clean the kitchen after dinner.
We made up and laughed some more!
We paid bills. We paid bills. We paid bills.
SURPRISE! We were pregnant!
We were scared and happy. Jon threw up more than I did.
We got a crib and some baby clothes and laughed at what we had gotten ourselves into!
We found out our baby was a HE and he was going to be very sick.
We cried
and cried
and cried
We hugged and hugged and hugged and were terrified.
For the first time - Jon could not make it better.
But we had strength. lots and lots of strength.
We even laughed sometimes.
Then...Parker was here!

HE

WAS

BEAUTIFUL

and perfect. And we fell in love again.
There were hospitals and doctors and surgeries
and family
We learned we need our families
We were sad but we were ok.
Parker was stronger than all of us and we came home!
And then there were 3!
We laughed. We tried. We messed up and we did a good job.
Now Parker laughs with us and we all have a good time.
We don't go to movies. We don't go to restuarants or shopping on Michigan Avenue.
But we don't mind.
We have loved each other through 2 years. We are strong and we are happy.
We have learned that we KNOW HOW TO BE HAPPY when things don't go our way.
We have learned that we are not the boss and we go with the flow.
We are just happy to be going together.

I am going to talk about sex....sooooo...if you are my dad or are uncomfortable with the knowledge that I know what sex is - then please stop here.

I was listening to the radio this morning and they were having a conversation about taking the love out of sex. They say this would solve everyone's problems because men don't want it there anyway and women would have time for sex because it would be less time consuming (how romantic). What does that mean exactly? I can't be the only person who is not sure what the radio host was suggesting. Take the love out of sex? So ... we should have sex with anyone...anything? We should put it on our "To Do" list and hope to meet someone cute at some point during the day?
Is this really the attidue a majority of people have?

4 people who called in have had sex with more than 30 people!!! 30!! I'm not trying to be rude but that makes me rethink shaking hands with people I don't know.

Now - I know not many people save sex for marriage anymore (which is sad in itself because they are missing out on something great) and I'm not talking about people having sex in a relationship with someone...I'm talking about this class of people - apparently a large class that is having sex with random people they have no feelings for at all. I guess I was under the impression that people were having sex because they love someone - or at least think they do. This idea of making all sex casual and "taking the love out" is unbelieably demeaning to me. I feel absolutely like an object when I hear peopole talking like that. Have women worked this hard for this many years to be able to vote, go to work, speak up, sit on the couch with a glass of wine while their husband does the dishes - to now being a man's private beck and call girl? No feelings. No sharing. No attatchment. But satisfaction garunteed.

Do you know what the worst part of it all is? Because at the end the day I have made my choices and I have my morals in place. I can hear this garbage all day long and I know that it is wrong. BUT the worst part is - these adults who are "taking the love out of sex" - who are having sex with 5, 10, 20, 1000 people...are going to teach their children that this is what sex is. And their children - who will not know anything different - are going to be sitting right next to Parker in school.