IME, Christian teen events were hotbeds of nookie.
In the FAC I had a friend who believed it was at least partly deliberate. The official line, of course, was that you couldn't have sex until you got married. And the Church wouldn't marry you until you got baptised. So for those who followed the official conveyor belt, the pull of their hormones led them straight through the FAC's membership drive. For those who didn't, of course, the lack of birth control education ensured a lot of Church-sanctioned shotgun weddings, which
also
meant they were going to get baptised.
I don't really buy that the FAC was that calculating about it. However, the line of reasoning does tell me there's very little incentive for abstinence-only religious groups to change to more responsible attitudes re birth control. Teenage pregnancy helps them cement their own teens into a church-based societal matrix.
So I come home from yet another day from hell and discover I forgot to give MK his shot this morning. TODAY=ALL FAIL.
I totally forgot to give Swifty his shot on Tuesday night! He seems fine though.
Surely if I had loved ones around me I'd be abusing them right now. Still grumpy.
I need shrimp advice. I bought some shrimp at Whole Foods. I assumed they were ready to eat. But after eating one it occurred to me that I didn't
know
for sure that it was okay.
So, I seem to remember that uncooked shrimp looks kinda translucent and grey, but cooked shrimp, like cocktail shrimp is white. Am I correct?
I totally forgot to give Swifty his shot on Tuesday night! He seems fine though.
Yeah, MK just peed in front of the box, but then he's doing that intermittently since his last major crisis. Yo people, buy stock in any company that makes chuks (the lined plastic sheets like you see in the hospital) because I buy A LOT. Well, at least until he's regulated or not here anymore (i had a blunter thought but I can't type it. He's probably 16.) Another visit is due to see if his insulin needs more adjusting. He's still lower than pre-crisis, so I suspect so.
Why I like cats: when I am cranky, they are neutrals. Because they either ignore me with enough distain I'm put off or are more adoring than hell. Or a pain in the ass, but it is nonrelavent to the crank. Want a Loki, ita? (Oh god, I just tried to imagine you with this cat. Or, god forbid, MK. You'd completely be WTFis your issue STOP!)
I am a shrimp fool. White and pink or red veins, I assume is cooked.
Shrimp is done when it's opaque and usually pink.
(Mostly, they had totally out-of-context statistics, like the 10% failure rate with "normal usage." I'd been taught in health class in high school that that meant that, among couples who said that condoms were their primary method of birth control -- meaning that they usually used them, but maybe sometimes not -- 10% of them got pregnant. These girls had learned that the same statistic meant that, in real-world situations, as opposed to controlled ones where everything is done perfectly, 10% of acts of intercourse with a condom resulted in pregnancy.)
Also, The 10% failure rate. Ugh. What irks me even more than that is if someone promised me a 90% chance of winning the lottery everytime I played, I'd be thrilled. 10% = not perfect of course, but good lord, better than your odds of 50% otherwise!
This is just making me think of the episode of Friends where Joey actually read the box of condoms and was horrified that it said they weren't 100% effective.
Part of the problem is that I can't look up or down without pain. I fully expect net gains in a day or two, but man, do I feel like a milquetoast right now. It's not even as painful as a bad migraine. It's just...like damp weather.
