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Wait. Isn't public sex illegal? Something along the lines of indecent exposure? If there is an actual law against it, it is no longer simply a "moral" issue, right?
If I am at a public park with my young children and an adult couple is actually engaging in intercourse out in the open where the children can see it? Uh, yeah..I am calling the police.
To me, there is something WRONG with two adults who CHOOSE to have intercourse in a public park in front of other people's CHILDREN. That's not just moral outrage...that is anti-social behavior.
:iagree: I think there is a definite exhibitionist element to it. I doubt it's just extreme, off the charts lack of self-control.
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Yes, it might be illegal, but it isnt actually hurting anyone else. It is your morality that is being offended and affected, not your body or possessions. That is the difference. If someone runs a red light safely, or overtakes without turning on their indicator, would you call the cops? You get morally outraged everytime someone breaks the law? You must get outraged a lot!
"Moral outrage" was your phrase, not mine. I never applied it to my thoughts on people breaking the law. That would be way too strong of a sentiment for me to experience over traffic violations. :D However, I see a HUGE difference between running a red light (without hitting anyone) and having s*x in public and you could probably describe my reaction to the latter as moral indignation.
No, I would certainly not call a cop for someone peeing in the bushes. Wish I could do it myself at times (inconspicuously).My hypothetical scenario involved someone being conspicuous about it. I understand desperation and wouldn't call about someone being discreet.
Yes, I would call the cops for serious theft, assault, and possibly if people were having sex in the kiddie playground and I wanted to use it, and they werent getting the hint from my standing there looking at them or saying something!I don't understand your distinction between "serious theft" and other acts that you consider worthy of summoning the police to handle. Where do you draw the line between the theft of a candy bar and a car? Is it based on a dollar amount? When would you call if you saw an argument that wasn't "assault" yet but was spiraling out of control? Does it change from a moral issue to an emergency if the other person is only physically hurt?
I have walked along a beach and seen people making out in the dunes- big deal. I don't have to look. If a woman was being raped- very different matter.I've passed couples "making out" as well. Unless this euphemism means something different to you than me, having s*x is a much bigger deal.
Moral outrage is your choice but there are far more important things , I feel to get upset about.Sure, there are more important things to get upset about as well in my thinking. Plus, it's not like I would be stewing, obsessing, freaking out and wringing my hands for hours, days, or weeks afterward. I would calmly call the cops and move on. I wouldn't call 911, just the non-emergency police line. I think it is inappropriate and needs to be dealt with, but it wouldn't make me start a crusade or an organization devoted to stamping out the problem!
There are much more important things to be upset about in the world, but this is one thing I can do something about immediately. Movie theaters can get in trouble for letting teens voluntarily watched R rated movies, but this couple gets a free pass for inflicting an R rated scene on passers-by? Then again, I don't know your views on whether the movie theater should get in trouble, either, as no one is physically hurt.
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I would have called the cops in a heartbeat. It's a public place where other people can see them, for crying out loud. If they were right in the middle of the kiddie play area, would people call then? How close is too close? Would you call if some guy was peeing in the park where others could see him? What if he was being exhibitionist? The cops would not blow you off for this--it is totally within the bounds of their job.
I'm curious about this line between "moral outrage" and an emergency. What about shoplifting, vandalism, hitting a parked car and driving off, etc. where no one is in physical peril? Having s*x in pubic and minors smoking anything is illegal, not just morally offensive to others.
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I've seen the "old' comment a couple of times, and don't get it. Using Mrs. as a title doesn't make me feel old or superior. It makes me feel pride in being married to dh. I am missus. I am married to that guy, and proud of it. It is part of who I am. It doesn't mean I'm his mother.
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8 months, "Where is My Baby" board book. Amazingly, he wasn't reading it in English, either! :D
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We love ours! Boppy is a "person" of his own--we refer to "him" as "Boppy", not "the Boppy." Mine is a "Bare-Naked Boppy" and I have two slipcovers, which reminds me that I should swap the covers as I recently dripped chocolate on the current one.
For a chuckle, see my friend's related blog post http://proverbs4.blogspot.com/2009/11/farewell-to-dear-friend.html
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I attended a party with a pinata when I was 9. The guests were aged 3-12. Beforehand the hostess told us that when the pinata broke we would gather the candy and put it in a big bowl, then split it later. As a first-born, rule-loving, self-appointed fairness police officer, I thought this worked out great! We still had the crazy chaotic fun of running around to get the candy, but nobody got left out. Since no one kept the particular items they gathered, there was no incentive to be obnoxious to the other kids. The hostess split the candy into individual bags before we left and made sure that the candy was age-appropriate for each kid.
I think the pre-made individual baggie way is creative but kind of anticlimactic, you know? You watch eagerly to see who will bust through the pinata, then thump, the baggies fall out. I think part of the fun of a pinata is the frenetic candy collection, but maybe that's just me.
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100%. Whew--I kept my perfect record:lol:. I got 100% the first time on both my Idaho (age 15) and California (age 19) driver's license tests.
I took the CA test over spring break when I was in college. On the way back to my friend's house, I quizzed my 17-year-old friend, her siblings (15, 13, and 8), and her mother with my test which the DMV had let me keep. Here's the scary part: the 8-year-old boy got the best score with just 1 wrong while the the mom had the worst score at about 60%!!!!!!!
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I like big ones, but just a thought: my first memory was being on a leash. I was leaning at a 45 degree angle, running in place, with my arms pumping and my shiny maryjanes slipping in place on the slick floor. I had my eyes on a gumball machine.
We put our runner on a harness in such places. Everyone was happier.
My second oldest childhood memory is of being on a leash at age 2.5 Disneyland and finding it hilarious that "the doggie" (Pluto) was holding my leash! I remember loving the freedom that it gave me because I didn't have to hold anyone's hand or ride in a stroller. I already have a monkey backpack/leash for my little boy when he's older.
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This was not a premonition, but it gave me goosebumps. I miscarried my first child on my 5th wedding anniversary. While this was a horrible experience, it is nice to have something good to think about on that day as well. That baby was due on December 25. For obvious reasons, I was dreading Christmas that year. To make matters worse, my period started on that day--it kind of felt like salt rubbed into a wound. But then that ended up being my LMP before conceiving Keaton, so his due date was calculated from there! I thought the timing was pretty cool.
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We're about to buy our 8-MONTH-old a phone :D. We don't have a landline, so we're doing the $10 add-on to have a "family phone" that lives at the house for babysitters, emergencies, etc. We don't plan to let our kids have their own phones until they are driving or working, but we plan to have a "family phone" or 2 with limited capabilities that can go with them as necessary. I can see plenty of reasons to let an 8-year-old use a family cell phone, but I don't think I'll let him have one of his own.
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My mom read to me extensively when I was a preschooler, fairly often when I was in elementary school, and then moderately later on. My mom taught several of my jr. high classes, and I remember that she read To Kill a Mockingbird and The Diary of Anne Frank at school. My auditory-learner sister loved being read to but disliked reading, so I read to her quite extensively even when we were teens. Starting at age 11 or so I read to my family on car trips.
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My life-long struggle with perfectionism sometimes makes it difficult for me to be motivated to do anything in a given area because I know the result won't be perfect. Today I started a battle with one area--scrapbooking--and I was pleased with both the result and the feeling of accomplishment. I posted my first digital layout (after 10 years of wanting to scrapbook) and wrote about it on my blog.
What things in your life have you fellow perfectionists found ways/motivation to do "well enough" instead of procrastinating for the elusive ideal? Any thoughts or advice you'd like to share?
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Little Women
The Client
Stepmom
How Green Was My Valley
I just noticed that the first 3 star Susan Sarandon!
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appreciates and cherishes me, loves caring for our son (including getting him ready for bed every night), and has decided that mopping is HIS job!
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I enjoyed the "Adventures in the Northwoods" series by Lois Walfrid Johnson at that age. It is a 10-book Christian mystery series centered around a 13-year-old girl in the early 1900s. It is not challenging reading but it is wholesome and enjoyable. As I recall there are small parts where the main character has a mild crush, but this is not a common theme and there is no "romance" to speak of. The first book is The Disappearing Stranger and they are available on paperbackswap if you use it.
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My family was very much a "mess it up, clean it up" kind of family. The house didn't stay neat for long--we cleaned like crazy before people came over. One of our family jokes was to ask someone else, "Cleaning out a drawer, huh?" if they were dawdling or doing something seemingly unimportant when we were supposed to be cleaning. Apparently when my parents were first married my mom was rushing around to get the house ready for company and couldn't figure out where my dad went. She found him in the kitchen meticulously organizing the junk drawer :lol: !
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Then there was the 4-year-old named Messiah in the after-care program at the school were I taught. It was a little disconcerting to hear myself say, "Messiah, we don't hit!"
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I started house sitting for other people or staying home alone at night at 16. Sometimes my 14-year-old sister stayed with me, and one time (with permission) she and her 13-year-old friend stayed overnight while I was house sitting. We ordered pizza and watched movies.
However, I never gave my parents any cause to worry about me as a teen. I didn't go through any "typical" teenage rebellion. My separation from my parents took the form of introspection and an internalization of thoughts and ideas that shaped my values. My beliefs and behaviors were in line with what my parents wanted. Chronological age was unimportant to my parents--they considered me to be an adult because I acted like one when it came to making wise decisions. They knew there was NO WAY I would do anything irresponsible while they were gone. Thus, there was no reason for them to wait until I was 18 to leave me alone.
My sister, however, was not left alone overnight until 18 with good reason. I plan to take in on a case-to-case basis with my kids.
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Hatevil Nutter. Yep, that's my (obviously Puritan) great-great-something grandfather's name!
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Dh went a bit overboard, as it's my first Mother's Day, so I got:
"vintage" studio portraits of just me and Keaton
an engraved heart/birthstone necklace from Things Remembered
a digital picture frame
flowers
dinner out
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I need OTHER! Or two votes. I refer specifically to Interstate 5 as "The 5" because I moved to CA for college and all of my CA friends called it that. Other interstates I generally call I-#. I'm not sure exactly where I'm from :D as I've lived in WA, IL, NV, Japan, CA, and ID, but generally I think I generally qualify as a Northwesterner. I voted I-5 because I refer to MOST highways that way.
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The stroller and car seat can be checked for free for the baby even if he rides on your lap (I'm assuming this was your plan?). You can gate check the stroller if you want to use it in the airport. You also can bring a diaper bag for the baby that doesn't count against your carry-ons. The other kids can use their carseats on the plane if they are approved for airline use.
Kid funny from my visiting niece
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Last week my 5-year-old niece was playing in our pirate ship sandbox with my husband. As she gathered up the "gold" coins we had sprinkled in the sand and reburied them in a hole, she kept glancing over her shoulder and saying, "We have to hurry, he is coming toward us!" My husband tried to enter into her imaginative game, asking her who was coming, but she ignored him and kept pretending someone was coming towards the boat. Finally she turned to dh and said, "Wait, something is wrong--he's walking on the water! Wait, it's Jesus! We don't have to hide the gold from him; he's good people!":lol: