Saturday, February 28, 2015

Fifty Shades of Immorality

Some might ask how I can write about this topic, considering the fact that I haven't seen the movie, haven't read the book, and plan not to ever see them.  Let's just say that I don't need to wallow in the mud to know that doing so will make me dirty.  And I have some thoughts about why you shouldn't either.

I was thinking about the title of the book, "Fifty shades of gray".  We all talk about "gray areas", and most people use this term to refer to things that are difficult to categorize as either good or bad.  I think the gray areas, in the judgment of our society, are growing, and the black and white areas are narrowing.  As our society continues to lose moral judgment, less and less things are deemed right or wrong.  In thinking of the book and movie, it occurred to me that even though they consist of some perversion, society today would hesitate to call it such.  In fact, I think the word perversion is on it's way out of our vocabulary.  Today's culture would say that nothing is perverted if it makes you happy.  There are those who would still say that child molestation is perverted, but that's about the only area I can think of that society would disapprove of, and label as perverted.  But in fact, there are many perversions in our culture today, and this book and movie highlight some of that.

I remember watching an Oprah show once, the topic of which was to do sexy makeovers for women.  Oprah ridiculed the women for wearing normal pajamas and nightgowns to bed at night.  She shamed them for not wearing negligees every  night to bed.  I think this is demeaning on so many levels.  For one, it is demeaning to men, and suggests that they can only get aroused if a woman is wearing a negligee.  Second, it demeans women by telling them that they need to be a constant sex object.

In December I was on a trip to California and was privileged to listen to a radio program of Michael Savage.  I love Michael Savage, he says things directly and doesn't mince words.  This particular program was about pornography.  He opened the microphone to any caller that wanted to talk about the subject.  I've never viewed pornography (outside of the filth we see on public television).  I don't even go to R rated movies.  I don't want to see the violence, nudity, and adult themes, nor do I want to hear the swearing.  So the subject of pornography is kind of foreign to me.  I was very interested to learn about it from a male perspective.  If you really want an education in the subject, download Michael's program from that day.  One of the callers said something that I have thought about so much ever since.  He said that the problem with pornography is that it doesn't show true intimacy.  He said that in pornographic films, you don't see couples kissing, caressing, or even talking.  He said that it sends the wrong message to our youth, that this is how sex is supposed to be.

I do think that our media is flooded with so many perverse ideas of sex that many young women think that in order to be viewed as sexy, they have to look and act like a prostitute.  In the 50 shades movie, it is taken to the level of abuse and bondage.  Is that really the message we want sent to our young women?  I don't approve of the modern feminist movement because some of their values veer drastically from my own, but surely the feminist movement would disapprove of a movie and book that laud bondage sex and physical abuse!    Our media seldom portrays anything but immorality, and it is causing a whole generation to lose sight of the joy of intimacy between couples, that includes, but is not limited to sex.  

I think there are some who would say that sexual purity is prudish.  They would say that everyone should live and let live.  But their moral compass is askew.  There is such a thing as right and wrong. There may be fifty shades of gray, but black is black, and white is white.

Friday, February 06, 2015

Life With Mom

I've been in kind of a funk lately.  I can't quite seem to get my life on track.  I think it's because so much is out of my control.  My mother is living with us, and I'm with her pretty much 24/7.  That goes against my "loner" personality.  I've been realizing lately that I have to make time to be alone so that I don't go crazy.  :)

I'm also having difficulty figuring out what to do with my time.  I know I am the master of my own time, but now I have to think of it as two of us, so it's not really just my time.  I can leave my mother for short periods of time, and she is fine.  But usually I only leave her if someone else is home with her.  I don't think she would be in any real danger if I left her alone, but she starts to get confused and gets a little paranoid.  She has dementia, although it isn't very progressed at present.

There are some sort of amusing sides to the dementia.  Well, maybe it's just amusing to me, but I guess if I don't laugh about it I could get depressed.  But there are things that make me chuckle.  For example, my Mom has gotten kind of suspicious.  She keeps an eagle eye out for everything going on, and then "tattles" if she is suspicious of anything.  When we first moved in, my husband burned out our food processor.  He was going to throw it away, but I thought that we might be able to use the container with a new one.  When I wasn't looking, my husband carted it secretly out to the garbage.  My mother got wind of this and has never forgotten it.  So every time my husband takes something out to the trash, she gets suspicious.  The other day she said, "Your husband was sneaking something out to the trash."  I said, "Um yes Mom, that was the garbage from the house."  Quite often she will come to me and say, "I saw your son sneaking some food downstairs to his room."  I try to explain to her that I don't care if my kids get food when they are hungry, but it goes against her way of thinking.  (Although she didn't control my snacking when I was young.)  Today my oldest son came upstairs and got some food, then went back downstairs.  He happened to look back as he went.  I didn't see him, but my Mom did.  Suddenly I heard her kind of sigh exasperatedly.  I said, "What's the matter?"  She said, "I don't want to tell you."  I said "What's wrong?"  She said, "Someone just came and snuck around the corner, and when they saw you here, they quickly ran back down stairs."  Later I learned that my son came up to get some food.  But in her mind, there was something sinister about it.

Another thing that is happening is that she keeps hearing noises in the night, and imagines all kinds of things.  This kind of thing happened when she lived with my sister last year.  She is always telling me that she is hearing the front door, or back door open.  She often thinks she is hearing voices.  She is convinced that my sons are sneaking out in the night.  What she doesn't realize is that I live here too, and I'm not hearing any of this.  I explained to her that my one son is almost 22 years old, and legally he can do whatever he wants.  But he is also a kind of a couch potato, and I know he isn't sneaking out every night.  Not that he would have to sneak.

We do have one standing argument.  My mother is convinced that she was present when something happened when we lived in China 20 years ago.  My oldest son was about 4 years old at the time, and he kept doing dangerous things.  My Mom is convinced that she was present when these things happened.  I logically showed her how she could not have been present.  She was serving a mission in South Africa when these things happened, and couldn't have been there.  She and my father did come visit me on their way home, but that was long after these things happened.  I explained to her that I did show her the places that they happened, and she did meet the babysitter I had, but that it had happened a full year before she came to our apartment.  .  I explained that sometimes when someone tells you something, you picture it in your mind, and before long, it seems like a memory that really happened.  I proved it again by calling her on several points of dispute in the story that she claims she was witness to.  But you can't deal logically with dementia, so I think she still believes she was present.  And I just have to laugh.

My Mom really wants to go back to her own home to live. I have tried to give her reasons that she shouldn't, but she insists she will be going to live alone.  The other day I told her that she will miss our dog.  I really think she would.  She even hinted that maybe we could give him to her.  But considering the fact that she only weighs about 15 pounds more than him, I don't think that would be a good idea.  :)

The other thing that occupies my mother's mind is that she would like to adopt a baby.  I explained to her that given the fact that she is almost 90 years old, and wouldn't live to raise the baby, they won't let her adopt one.  She said she would just leave it for me to finish raising.......   She is so baby hungry.  Everywhere we go, she is drawn to babies.  And she gets SO upset when she sees kids that aren't dressed properly for the cold weather.  Surprisingly, many parents do not dress their kids very warmly.  We often see babies without jackets or shoes.  The parents are usually dressed in coats and warm clothing.  I don't know what they are thinking.  My Mom about blows a gasket every time she sees it.

The last thing is probably the most embarrassing, but then again, all I can do is laugh about it.  When I was young, whenever we went to play outside, my Mom would come out the door and whistle for us when it was time to go home.  She can whistle VERY loudly.  Now that she is aging, she uses her whistle whenever she needs to get someone's attention.  So, for example, when I call the boys to come upstairs for dinner, if they don't respond quickly, she goes to the top of the stairs and whistles for them.  I tried to explain to her that they don't know what that means, having not grown up with is, but she keeps trying.  That I don't mind so much, but awhile back we were at a store and needed a sales clerk to help us.  We saw a guy not far away, so my Mom proceeded to whistle at him.....  I wanted to crawl in to a hole and pretend I wasn't there!  lol  Sound embarrassing?  Well, the other day in church........I raised my hand to make a comment, but the teacher didn't see me.  You guessed it, my Mom whistled......   Luckily, it was a very short whistle, and strangely, the teacher didn't even hear it.  I told her the other day that it was pretty embarrassing, so I'm hoping she will stop whistling in church.  lol

Well, at least it's good fodder for my autobiography...  ;)

Tuesday, January 06, 2015

Family Ties

For the past 20 something years, my husband and I have lived outside of Utah.  In August we moved back.  One of the things that has been the nicest is all of the opportunities we have had to visit with family and friends.  One of my sons is studying at BYU.  Another is studying at UVU and is now living with us.  My husband's sister and her husband live in our city, and many of their children live nearby.  My husband's Uncle and Aunt live in Provo, as do many of their children.  My sister and her family, and my brother and his family all live within a 2 hour drive of here.  My mother is living here with us.  Because of all of the family near us, we have had many visits.  This is something we haven't had for over 20 years!  I think maybe some people take it for granted, but we are really enjoying connecting with family again.

In addition, we have had the opportunity to visit with old friends who have passed through town.  Because we were away from family for so long (except for brief visits in the summer), many of these friends have become sort of replacement family.  One set of friends will be moving in to the area soon.  And because we are in a central location, we have the chance to visit with them all.

Before we went to China, we planned ahead and decided that we wouldn't weigh ourselves down with a lot of expensive furniture, and things that would need to be stored.  So when we moved to China, we just gave away all of the used furniture that we had.  Now that we are back, we are slowly acquiring new/used furniture to take its place.  One of the first purchases that we have made is a guest bed.  I think that was one of our wisest purchases because we have already had several people come stay with us for a short visit.

Living in away from family for so long has really made us appreciate the chances we have to visit with family now.  I think being in China amplified that appreciation even more.  It sure is good to be back.  Here is a picture of a recent family get together at a relative's house.

Here is our dog Bane enjoying the winter weather.  I have to admit that the snow is still a novelty for us.  We think it's beautiful!  :)

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Bible Basher

My mother has been reading the Bible again.  She has some dementia, and it almost seems like a fixation for her.  She reads it again and again.  When I say she reads it, I mean she reads it for hours and hours every day.  She did the same thing last year when she was living with my sister, and read the entire book several times over the course of that year. I do believe she gets something out of her reading, but for some reason it bothers me that she spends so many hours a day reading it.  Too much of a good thing?

So come to find out, my Mom has always skipped over "The Song of Solomon" in the past.  Joseph Smith did a translation of the Bible, and he said that "The Song of Solomon" isn't inspired scripture.  But we still have it in our King James version of the Bible.  Well, this time my mother decided to read it.  One day I heard her say, "Why would they put this in the Bible?!  Well, I'm not going to have it in mine!"  I said, "What are you talking about?"  She said, "The Song of Solomon has a bunch of filthy stuff in it and I am not going to have that in my Bible.  I just tore it out."  I said, "Tore what out?!"  She said, "I tore out the entire thing."  Sure enough, she had torn out "The Song of Solomon".  If you've never read it before, Solomon talks about lying with his love.  My mother was horrified.  lol

Part of me wonders what other people would tear out of the Bible if they could......  ;)


We got our first snow here in northern Utah.  I know most people here groan about it, but I have lived the past 20 something years in areas that either didn't get any snow, or got very little.  In Wuhan it snowed a tiny bit, but was melted by the afternoon.  This snow lasted a few days.  But the mountains have snow and have been so beautiful!  It looks like I'm finally going to have a white Christmas!

Tuesday, October 21, 2014


Ever since I moved to Utah, I've had a terrible time with static electricity!  Everywhere I go, I'm getting shocked!  I notice it most when I go to the store.  I touch the grocery cart and get shocked.  I walk in and take hold of the refrigerator door to get some milk, and I get shocked.  I reach for a can on a shelf and accidentally touch the shelf and get shocked.  The worst is the self checkout.  I touch the computer screen and it shocks me the most!  The other day I was getting out of the car, and when I stepped on to the ground, my foot got shocked!  This happens all day long, and it gets really annoying!

In an effort to save myself, I put out a plea on Facebook for help.  I tried googling it, but I didn't know what to call it.  Anyway, my FB friends came to my rescue and told me what to do.  They even told me what to call it.  I googled it and got some great ideas.  I thought I would share them here:

1.  Don't wear rubber soled shoes.

I bought a pair of "Crocs" when I first moved to Utah, and they are totally made of rubber.  That doesn't allow the static electricity, that has built up in my body, to exit.  Leather soled shoes would be better.

2.  Ground yourself

When  you are getting out of the car, they suggest that before you lift yourself off the seat, you take hold of the metal outer side of the car.  This allows the energy that built up from the friction of the seat to exit your body before you break that connection.  I tried it, and it works.

3.  Try a key

Another tip, which I have found very useful, is to touch the metal object with a key that is held in your hand before touching anything metal.  That allows the electric charge to leave your body before you touch the object.  I have a weird car key that is plastic, so I carry a coin in my pocket, or use the metal band of my watch.  I think a ring would work too.

So there you go, those are my top tips for preventing static shock.  Since learning these tips, I've had a lot less shocking experiences in my life!  :)

Saturday, October 18, 2014

My New Love

I met Prince Charming yesterday and fell in love.  I had to bring him home to meet my husband.  His name is Bane, and he is probably about as tall as me, but maybe only 100 pounds.  He has red hair, and slobbers a lot.  He is so sweet, a real "Gentle Giant". :).  Did I mention he is only 2 years old?

Bane is a Mastiff/ German Shepherd mix.  We adopted him from the pound.  I went one day to look at dogs, and that night I kept thinking about him, and was worried someone else would come adopt him.  The next day I took my son over and he took him for a trial walk.  We both wanted this dog!  So far he is a great addition to our family and very calm.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Next Ugly Bathroom Project

I still haven't decided what color to paint this bathroom.  I know the trend is to paint all the rooms a neutral color, but I am a person that likes color, so I want something different for this guest bathroom.  I know at one time this painting technique was popular, but to me it looks outdated.  It also reminds me of the old velvet wall paper of the 60's.  I just need to pick a color now. (I put up some stick on leaves to get in to the fall spirit.  :)

The downstairs bathroom is kind of cool to me.  It's the bathroom that my boys use, so the "denim" theme of the paint is kind of appropriate.  The color in these pictures isn't quite right.  The walls are more of a blue than it shows in these pictures.  But I'm going to keep this paint.