D is REALLY competing with mom & dad to take care of T. He wants to change his diapers. He get ornery when they give T a bottle. HE wants to do it. It's really quite sweet. He's in love. Just wait until T can take away his toys...

You have a beautiful family there, sarameg.

But it seems like you can catch it casually--not through sneezing but through contact like cuddling and kissing. So if the government does not have a right to put strong pressure on you, that means you think you have a right to endanger others, or that others have a right to endanger your kids.

Even if it is just through sexual contact how many parents can 100% guarantee that their kids aren't going to have sex? Many would like to believe that they can guarantee that, but the reality is, they really don't have that level of control.

Wow, sarameg's family is all good-looking. And above average!

Even if it is just through sexual contact how many parents can 100% guarantee that their kids aren't going to have sex? Many would like to believe that they can guarantee that, but the reality is, they really don't have that level of control.

That kind of attitude -- "My kid doesn't need to be vaccinated for HPV/learn about birth control, because MY kid won't engage in immoral activity." -- makes me seethe.

I have (had?) a friend who's my age, who told me -- when we were 22-23 years old -- in all seriousness, that he knew he would never have to worry about HIV, because he wasn't going to have sex until he was married (and he was not married at the time of this conversation), and he would NEVER marry someone who had ever put herself in a situation that might expose her to HIV.

Y'see, it was the 1990s, and he was realistic enough to know that, at the age of 23, he wasn't very likely to find another virgin to marry. So he accepted the fact that he would probably marry someone who had actually had The Sex. However, it was his sanctimonious attitude that just *killed* me -- HE would NEVER marry someone who had been in a situation that exposed her to HIV.

He was so naive, I wanted to smack him senseless. Like only crackwhores and energetically promiscuous gay men were likely to get infected with HIV. Grrr.

I thought I read some where that the HPV vaccine could cause problems if someone got it and already had HPV, which is why there was an upper age limit. But maybe that's changed.

Also that there isn't a vaccine for boys because there were some icky side effects for boys.

I knew a young woman in her early twenties who'd never had a pelvic exam or pap smear. Her logic was she was virgin and therefore had never done anything to need an exam. Several of us tried to tell her it was just basic health care for women, but she had it in her head that you only needed one after you had sex.

Thanks, y'all. They are the pretty branch of the family. It's kind of funny, when I've been out with SIL, brother and kid, I get mistaken for the wife. Why? Cause my brother and his wife look more alike than brother and I. I'm the only one with freckles and darker hair. D is the spitting image of my brother at that age. And his baby pix look an awful lot like SIL. He got her nose and her lovely eyebrows. It's neat.

Did anyone watch the season finale of ER? I'm confused about a character--the woman that was at Ray's bedside--we've seen her before? What's her relationship to him? In eyerolly news, they used the fucking Hallelujah song again. I love the song. I just don't want to see any more montages of it.

Know what else I love right now? Facebook. I'm chatting with relatives I haven't seen in years, and I've managed to find so many of my Montreal friends that it's ultra cool. Even cooler is the fact that they're friending each other now--they didn't know they were all online.

Cool.

People.

I have spent half the fucking day on percoset. I'm really twitchily irritated by this. It works. The pain goes away and the muscles relax somewhat. But it's not a cure. It's a slippery slope to places I don't need to be going.

My laundry's done. Bits of my room are reorganised to make it more Roomba friendly, which quite coincidentally makes it neater and maybe easier to keep tidy. We'll see how long that lasts.

Grrr. If my friend doesn't come over tomorrow so that I can finish my PC upgrade, I'm gonna...well, not kill him, because I don't know how, but it will totally be something, whatever the thing is. I just need to do that to get the room tidy. Also, running with the case off and the drives laid out on a box is not exactly good.

Okay, laundry doesn't seem to be putting itself away.

Ah. That's what's wrong. I am feeling all accomplished with having done the laundry, as well, and yet? Not putting itself away. It's a grave disappointment, I tell you.

And now I'm staying up late to do more work I didn't do, and tomorrow I'm skipping church to do more work I didn't do. And possibly at some point, this will involve me banging my head on my glass desk.

But it's all okay, because my SO totally rocks and got me talked down off the cliff earlier, and still loves me and values me more than the paperwork I screwed up. Which is good. 'Cause for a while I was a tad lacking in the perspective department.

I have almost no opinion about the HPV dealio. Except that it's freaking cool that there's a vaccine that can prevent freaking cancer.

ita, I think the women at Ray's bedside were his mother and sister .

In eyerolly news, they used the fucking Hallelujah song again. I love the song. I just don't want to see any more montages of it.

Yes! It is impossible for a montage to that song to get any emotional impact from me anymore, because I'm too busy thinking "Couldn't they have found some other song?"