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| sex ed in schools |
| 11.10.04 (4:50 pm) [edit] |
A school board in TX has approved 4 new health books that almost exclusively promote abstinence. Three don't mention any other type of contraceptive, and one barely mentions condoms. I can't believe that. What's worse is that according to Reuters, "state is the second-biggest market for textbooks in the United States. Books approved by the state's school board are typically marketed nationally." They also defined marriage as the union between man and wife, and anywhere it said "adults" or "couples" were replaced with man, woman, husband and wife. I admit I'm rather conservative, I believe in abstinence, but I realize if kids really want to have sex they're going to. The least we could do is educate them to the best of our ability. If they know all the facts and are still going to have sex at least they know how to use a condom. I believe marriage should be between a man and a woman. If two men or women want to be together it should be called something else. Maybe a commonlaw union or something. Just because you ignore what you dont' like doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I would guess that a lot of kids probably know of someone who is gay. And the first things they hear about sex is probably not going to be in school. We can't promote ignorance. These books could be out as early as Aug. 2005 and the'll be in the cirriculum for at least 10 years. I bet some of you reading this will have kids by that time. Is this what you want your kids learning about sex?
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| learning to swim |
| 11.07.04 (7:40 pm) [edit] |
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A couple of weeks ago my puppy learned to swim. He's a golden retriever so we expected he'd just jump right in the first time he saw water. Not quite the case. We went to a dog park and he barely put his paws in the water. He went in just enough to drink. So we took him home and decide this was something we would have to work on. He loves to get in the bathtub when it's empty or if the shower is running, but he hasn't really been in standing water. So we're in the spa, and trying to coax him in slowly with pieces of hot dog. One paw at a time. He was so scared. He could see the bottom, but could not feel the bottom. The water was a little deep. He finally got all four paws in and we rewarded him with a whole hot dog. Then we had to try to get him out. He was having a blast. I felt like a proud parent. Is that wrong?
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| Alias |
| 11.07.04 (6:19 pm) [edit] |
I have totally gotten hooked on the show Alias. My husband rented season one and we can't seem to watch them fast enough. It's nice to be able to see it without commercials but I can't believe I've gotten so hooked. It makes you think a little though. I know it's a tv show and not real, but there have been spies in our intelligence organizations before. Are there really secret agencies and organizations out there? Is working for the CIA really that exciting? I doubt it, but it's entertaining at the least! I wonder if this kind of stuff fuels conspiracy theorists?
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| a dog person |
| 11.07.04 (3:51 pm) [edit] |
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I've always liked animals and considered myself more of a dog person than a cat person. Not that I don't like cats, I've just always had dogs. We almost always had a dog, or some animal growing up so when I finally moved out and got a place that would be good for a dog I couldn't wait. We were never one of those kinds of dog people that pampered the dog. We loved him (he was a mut and his name was Monty) and played with him, but we never bought his treats at a doggy bakery, or dressed him in doggy designer clothes, He didn't go with us on vacations, and didn't have a doggy play group, daycare, or babysitter. Dogs are not kids, they're pets, animals, not humans. Maybe its where I lived. There were no dog parks, or dog daycare. PetsMart was about the fanciest thing. So now I live in Boulder, aka dog country. My husband and I are leaving for a few days, don't know anyone who we can leave the dog with so we checked out some kennels. Here's the situation: the dog is still a puppy, almost 6 mos. My husband works from home so he get's to play with the dog a lot during the day, probably more than most people. And we have a good size yard he can run around in. The kennels we saw were so confined and well I just couldn't leave my puppy there. So we went with this co. that places the dog in a home with other dogs. Really cool concept! I just feel like I'm slowly becoming one of those people who pamper their dogs to death. I dont' think I'll ever be so bad that I'll dress him up in something ridiculous, and buy him "gourmet" doggy meals and treats but I can already tell he's a little spoiled. I'm putting the blame on my husband though! (it can't possibly be my fault!;)
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| super sized |
| 10.11.04 (11:39 am) [edit] |
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I finally watched the documentary "Super Sized Me" It was really interesting. I watched all the extra features too. To think that that kind of diet can have the same affect as going on an alcohol binge is crazy but that's what happened. On the bonus section he interviews the author of "Fast Food Nation". He says that one hamburger patty can come from not thousands, but millions of cows from many different countries... now that's quality. (can you feel the sarcasm;) I'm not going to go crazy and become vegan over this, meat tastes so good, and I didn't really eat fast food all that often but it did make me think twice. Just about every country has a McDonalds and other fast food chains, how come this one is so fat?
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| writer |
| 09.27.04 (9:18 am) [edit] |
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I'm having such writers block. Not that I am much of a writer anyways but I can't seem to put anything down that sounds right. This is the 3rd or 4th time I've sat down to write another entry and nothing comes. The same thing happened last night. I read an article that was assigned, it was really interesting and I definately had a lot of comments and thoughts about it but when it came down to writing a response it took me about 2 hrs maybe a little more to write a page and a half. I explained the article to my husband and we discussed it for about 15 minutes and I had a lot to say but I just couldn't put it on paper in writing form. I hope this doesn't last long, I have 2 papers due in 2 weeks. I can't afford to have writer's block! If that is what I have...
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| not again |
| 09.18.04 (7:22 am) [edit] |
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Another kid dies in an alcohol related incident. This one hits closer to home as it is right off campus. A freshman, we haven't even been here a month, and it's probably his first time away from home and parents. Don't people look out for each other anymore? Do people even know what to look for when someone's had too much to drink? There should be something at orientation or something to show people the signs of when to stop. How can we encourage "responsible drinking" if this is probably the first time they are exposed to it in such an open manner. I'm sure there are some who drank in high school. I know it happens, but I don't think it' was quite at this degree. You don't have to worry about your parents seeing you drunk here. So here these kids are going to parties fitting in drinking beer, doing shots, and beer bongs... they don't know what the cut off point is. And no it's not when you pass out, or black out, and if your throwing up you've already missed a few signs that you've had enough. So I have a question, how many times do you go out drinking and actually look after your friends, and do they look our for you?!?
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| Emancipation |
| 09.14.04 (6:28 pm) [edit] |
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So I overheard a guy (college student) talking yesterday about how he had no money (join the club) and he mentioned he emancipated himself from his parents at about the age of 18. Well, aren't you legally an adult at that age? There's nothing keeping you there, if it's so bad leave. My thought is it's a roof over your head, and no rent. Of course I realize that not everyone has it good at home. So playing devil's advocate, is that a good deal for the parents or what? They're not financially, or in any other way responsible for you and your actions. What do they loose out of the deal? One less person hogging the tv, one less mouth to feed, one less tuition to pay. I'm sure kids have their reasons for emancipation. I wonder if they ever regret it when they're older and start having kids of their own.
When you emancipate your parents, I wonder if that includes their family members and your siblings if you have any. If you don't have parents, then you can't have sisters, uncles, and grandparents... can you? Interesting thought. That would make for quite a lonley world. Hope you have some really close friends. If you have that many problems at home though, wouldn't it make it difficult to get close to anyone else? I hope emancipators (is that a real word?) don't think all family is bad. It can be a real positive thing. They're there when you need them most.
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| dog years |
| 09.12.04 (7:47 pm) [edit] |
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Someone asked me today if I thought the dog realized how much he's grown? Hmmm. I don't know. How could you tell if they were noticing their change. I guess he figures something's up, but I dont think he really knows what's going on. He scratches a little more and licks himself... uh you know. But then you have to ask how much of it is instinct. He didn't freak out when he started losing his baby teeth.
They grow so fast at the begining. Boony, my dog, is getting bigger, he gains about 4-6 lbs. a week. He's losing his teeth, and new ones are coming in. He's losing his puppy fluff and growing longer hair. He's a golden retriever so it will get longer still :( More shedding. Even his voice is changing, his bark is getting deeper. It's almost like he's an awkward teenager, but he's only 4 months old. That's 4 months in people, a little over 2 years in dog years. Who decided that anyways that 1 people year is 7 years for a dog. That can't be right. Their life expectancy is about 15 years, and that's probably really good. That comes out to 105 in "dog years" (if that really exists). Fifteen is a short life expectancy, and 105 is way longer than the average human's life expectancy. Maybe someone mis calculated and no one ever questioned it. Maybe one year is only five dog years, not seven. Yes, five makes more sense.
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| anniversary |
| 09.12.04 (7:09 am) [edit] |
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So yesterday was the 3rd anniversary of 9/11. And the nation moved on. I hadn't really thought about it yesterday, except for a moment driving down a country highway with flat feilds and farms as far as the eye could see. I started wondering how it affected them, the farmers and rural america. Did they find out right away or was it life as usual on the farm. For myself it was a very odd feeling, very distant, surreal. It's like the Kennedy assasination for this generation. Everyone, young and old alike, will forever remember where they were, and what they were doing when they heard the news. (fade to flashback)...
I was in Bahrain, the work day was over and I had gone for a run. I was in the gym and there was a huge crowd in front of the tv they were just watching in awe. We (my friend and I) thought it was a movie until some one told us what had just happened. I was surprised but just thought, "boy, some one had a huge malfunction on the plane". No sooner had that thought gone by when the 2nd one hit. My friend and I dropped everything and went back to the office to find out more. We were immediately put on 'Delta' No one leaves base. If you live off base you go straight home and stay there. No one goes anywhere unless it's an emergency. We went home and were glued to the tv. Here we were half way around the world not really able to do anything but watch in disbelief. This could not really be happening. It really was happening and there was nothing we could do but stay glued to the tv and be close to the phone. It was like Independance Day but better effects. There we were stuck in our rooms with Fox news on one tv and CNN on the other and a glass of wine.
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| uh oh! |
| 09.11.04 (8:24 pm) [edit] |
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Expectations. You can't help but have them about everything whether it's something new, or something (or place) you've done (or been) before. I always end up having some sort of expectation, even if I vow beforehand not to so I won't end up disappointed, and of course as expected I end up disappointed. So here I am in college. How cool! I'll meet new people and I've always wanted to go. Ok, so it took me a few years to get here and I'm a bit older, but I'm young at heart. That should count for something. Well, I don't live in the dorms, or on 'the hill', and I don't hang out at the bars around campus. That's ok, I'll join a club and meet people that way! I hardly have enough time to do all the readings and assignments, much less at practice or weekly meetings. This sounds bad. I'm not really disappointed in college. It's what I've wanted to do for a while, I was just thinking I'd have more time to get involved and all. I think I just haven't found my 'groove' yet. Once I find a routine and get into it I'll feel more comfortable with all the changes going on right now. (and there are a lot!)
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