Monday, January 28, 2008

President Gordon B. Hinckley

I have a special place in my heart for President Hinckley - besides the fact that he was the coolest old person you could ever know - I had a special experience in getting to meet him in late August 1995. I was serving as a missionary in the England Birmingham mission and he had come to England to set up a new stake in Canterbury. I don't know if he visited all the missions over there or not, but our mission (about 200 missionaries worth) met in a small chapel and had a private meeting with President and Sister Hinckley and the area authority, President Doxie. I bawled like a baby the entire time, but I think the Elder next to me was worse!

I was on the third pew from the front. President Hinckley was literally about 15 feet in front of me. Sister Hinckley actually smiled directly at me. As he entered the chapel, our little group rose and sang "We Thank Thee, O God, For a Prophet". Not to be cliche, but when he walked into the chapel, it was like electricity shot through my entire body. The incredible power and love and humility that radiated from him is indescribable. I have absolutely no doubt that man communed with God.

I remember Sister Hinckley spoke and was a total crack-up. She was a fiesty lady with a great sense of humor. You could tell she was a prophet's wife. Then, the moment we had been waiting for came, and President Hinckley stood to speak. He didn't have a set talk he came with, everything was off-the-cuff and it was such a wonderful meeting. I remember he thanked us for our work as missionaries and our purpose of bringing people to Christ.

I tried to write down exact quotes, but it was so hard when you are sitting right there trying to soak everything in. I do remember very clearly one thing he said, though, and this is probably about as close to a direct quote as I got. He told us that:

"I hope the great goal of your life, brothers and sisters, is to come to a sure knowledge that Jesus is the Christ, the Savior of mankind, by who's name we can approach the Father."

He said that our mighty purpose is to impart our testimony concerning the divinity of Jesus Christ.

He spent a great deal of the time just telling us how much he loved us and sharing his personal experiences as a missionary in England. I also remember that he was so funny and human. He would say things like, "Anyway, I don't know why I started talking about that...now I've forgotten what I was going to say!" or once he was going to look up a scripture and he goes, "If I can find it - I got some new books here and I can't find anything in them!" He referred to us as his "beloved associates."

They had told us that we wouldn't be able to shake his hand or anything because he had to leave to be at another appointment, but President Hinckley stayed and shook each of our hands. It was quick, we weren't even able to take a picture with him, but I remember looking into his piercing blue eyes as he read my nametag and then looked at me and said my name. I felt like he was looking right into the center of my soul. All I can say is that that day, I felt a piece of what it will feel like when we meet the Savior.

Please read below.

LDS Living Magazine, Jan/Feb Issue
SALT LAKE CITY (AP) — Gordon B. Hinckley, the longest-serving president of the Mormon church who presided over one of the greatest periods of expansion in its history, died Sunday, a church spokesman said. He was 97.

Hinckley, the 15th president of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, died because of complications from age and was surrounded by his family.

“His life was a true testament of service, and he had an abiding love for others,” said U.S. Sen. Orrin Hatch, a Utah Republican and fellow Mormon. “His wit, wisdom, and exemplary leadership will be missed by not only members of our faith, but by people of all faiths throughout the world.”

Hinckley had been diagnosed with diabetes and was hospitalized in January 2006 for the removal of a cancerous growth in his large intestine. In April 2006, he told a church conference he was in the “sunset of my life” and “totally in the hands of the Lord.”

By unfailing tradition, at a church president’s death, the church’s most senior apostle is ordained within days on a unanimous vote of the Council of the Twelve Apostles. The most long-serving apostle now is Thomas S. Monson.

The church presidency is a lifetime position. Before Hinckley, the oldest church president was David O. McKay who was 96 when he died in 1970.

Hinckley, a grandson of Mormon pioneers, was president for nearly 13 years. He took over as president and prophet on March 12, 1995 and oversaw one of the greatest periods of expansion in church history. The number of temples worldwide more than doubled, from 49 to more than 120 and church membership grew from about 9 million to more than 12 million.

Like his contemporary, Pope John Paul II, he became by far his church’s most traveled leader in history. And the number of Mormons outside the United States surpassed that of American Mormons for the first time since the church, the most successful faith born in the United States, was founded in 1830.

Hinckley began his leadership role in 1995 by holding a rare news conference, citing growth and spreading the Mormon message as the church’s main challenge heading into the 21st century.

“We are dedicated … to teaching the gospel of peace, to the promotion of civility and mutual respect among people everywhere, to bearing witness to the living reality of our Lord Jesus Christ, and to the practice of his teachings in our daily lives,” Hinckley said.

“We are not a weird people,” Hinckley told Mike Wallace on “60 Minutes” in 1996.

“The more people come to know us, the better they will understand us,” Hinckley said in an interview with The Associated Press in late 2005. “We’re a little different. We don’t smoke. We don’t drink. We do things in a little different way. That’s not dishonorable. I believe that’s to our credit.”

Hinckley’s grandfather knew church founder Joseph Smith and followed Brigham Young west to the Great Salt Lake Basin. He often spoke of the Mormon heritage of pioneer sacrifice and its importance as a model for the modern church.

“I think as long as history lasts there will be an interest in the roots of this work, a very deep interest,” Hinckley said in a 1994 interview with the AP.

“Because insofar as the people of the church are concerned, without a knowledge of those roots and faith in the validity of those roots, we don’t have anything,” he said.

In 1997, Hinckley seemed to drive that point home in his orchestration of the lavish sesquicentennial celebration of the Mormons’ arrival in the Salt Lake Valley. The yearlong festivities featured a TV-friendly reenactment of the dramatic Mormon exodus from the Midwest by handcart and covered wagon.

Born June 23, 1910, in Salt Lake City, Hinckley graduated from the University of Utah with a degree in arts and planned to attend graduate school in journalism. Instead, a church mission took him to the British Isles.

Upon his return, he became executive director of the newly formed Church Radio, Publicity, and Mission Literature Committee at $60 a month. Hinckley always worked for the church, except for a brief stint during World War II as a railroad agent.

Hinckley was preceded in death by his wife, Marjorie Pay Hinckley, whom he married in 1937. She died April 6, 2004.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

The Definition of a Parking Lot

Today in the car, Little J asked me why parking lots were called "parking lots." Before I had a chance to answer, Big J starts explaining to him that they were called parking lots because it is a place where "lots of cars can park."

"Get it, Little J? Lots of parking, so parking lots."

Little J nodded in understanding.

When I explained what the real meaning of a "lot" was, they didn't believe me! I guess Big J's definition made more sense. Come to think of it, it kind of does.

Friday, January 25, 2008

The "Everything You Never Cared to Know about Me and JC" Meme

Lara tagged me a while back with this husband meme. Enjoy...

What’s his name? Juan Carlos (J.C.)

How long have you been together? Married 10 years in May.

How long did you date? I don't know if or when we officially started dating. Probably about 11 months, including our engagement, from the time we started "unofficially" dating.

How old is he? One year and three days younger than me - 33.

Who eats more? Probably him. But I can give him a run for his money. I eat more sweet stuff than he does.

Who said I love you first? He did.

Who is taller? Him - by 1/2 a foot.

Who is smarter? We're both smart in different things, but in overall general knowledge (both useful and random) he is.

Who does laundry? Me. Always.

Who does the dishes? Mostly me. He has been doing the dinner dishes a lot more, though.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Facing the bed - him.

Who pays the bills? He does now. I did for the first 6 or 7 years of our marriage.

Who mows the lawn? Usually me. But last summer I think it was more equally split. The long grass bothers me more than him, so I usually just do it to get it done.

Who cooks dinner? Always me. If JC is making dinner, it means we are going out to eat, which I don't complain about.

Who drives when you are together? Usually him. I try to pawn it off as often as possible. On long trips, always him because he gets car sick.

Who is more stubborn? Hmm... we are both very stubborn, but I would probably say I am more.

Who kissed who first? He kissed me, but I was happy to comply. I remember thinking that it was about time!

Who asked out who first? He invited me to go get (the equivalent of) a Jamba Juice across the street when I got off work.

Who proposed? He did. I don't know why I was so surprised, because we had talked about it.

Who has more siblings? This is interesting. We are both the oldest of 5. We each have one sibling of the opposite sex, and those siblings are the same age and in the same birth order position as the other one.

Who wears the pants in the family? I think we both have a leg in. We always consult with each other on decisions.

***I TAG Gretchen, Milli, Jenny and Noel.....and anyone else who wants to spill the beans.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

2 x 2 Meme

Here is a meme Sarah O. tagged me with a really long time ago. Lara, I'll do yours next.

Two Names You Go By:
1. Mama
2. Tara

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. Pajama bottoms (because it's night time)
2. Sweatshirt (because it's freaking COLD)

Two of Your Favorite Things To Do by Yourself :
1. Read
2. Shop (This could be grocery shopping for all I care - I don't think I'm hardly ever by myself).

Two Things You Want Very Badly At The Moment:
1. To get in shape
2. To be balanced

Two Things You Did Last Night:
1. Took Big J to Tae Kwon Do
2. Ran on the treadmill

Two Things That You Ate Today:
1. Girl Scout Thin Mints
2. Salad

Two People You Last Talked To:
1. JC
2. Laura H.

Two Things You are Planning on Doing Tomorrow:
1. Visiting teaching
2. Go to the Scout Pinewood Derby (we party around here....)

Two Longest Car Rides:
1. Utah to Texas
2. Texas to Virginia

Two Favorite Holidays:
1. Christmas
2. 4th of July

Two Favorite Beverages:
1. Water
2. Diet Dr. Pepper

Two Things About Me You May Not Know:
1. I failed my driving test the first time I took it. Darn complete stops.
2. I was in an accident with a school bus. Full of kids. Going to my school.

Two Movies I Would Watch Over and Over:
1. Overboard
2. Any of those 90s era Julia Roberts romantic comedies - My Best Friend's Wedding, Runaway Bride, Notting Hill

Two Places I Have Lived:
1. England
2. Texas

Two of My Favorite Foods:
1. Chips and salsa
2. Pizza

Two Places I Would Rather Be Right Now:
1. In bed
2. Somewhere warm

Fraidy Cat

Little Man is afraid of bubble baths.

I don't even know what to say about this new discovery.



Bubbles are very scary.

And white.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Chinese, Japanese, Italian....What's the difference!?

Today Little J and Big J were messing around and Little J picked up a take-out menu for a Chinese restaurant that we use occasionally. He hands it to Big J and says,

"Here is a gift certificate for you to go to jail!"

That was amusing in itself, but the nonsense continued and then he starts to wad up the menu. I told him not to do that because we needed to keep it.

"Why?"

"Because that's what we look at when we order Chinese food."

Big J: "Gross! I don't like Chinese food!"

Little J: "I do! I LOVE Chinese food!"

Then he picks the menu up and acts like he's ordering:

"Yes, hello? I'd like a pizza!"

Soy Loco

I am certifiable.

I have decided to run in a half marathon with two of my totally-in-shape, young whipper-snapper friends. Neither of which category I fall under. I am putting this up now, because since the decision was made last night, I am already starting to chicken out. Mainly because the half marathon is in 10 WEEKS.

That wouldn't be that huge of a deal if at this point I could run a few miles. I am quite certain I can not. I have not excercised regularly since early fall. And even that wasn't all that much. But I work well under pressure and have decided that if I commit to something crazy and totally out-of-reach presently, then it will serve as a great motivator for me to get into gear. I've got to play catch-up and train so that I can at least finish the race.

Obstacles in the way:
1. I'm out of shape.
2. I'm about 25 pounds too heavy on top of being out of shape.
3. It is butt-freezing cold here and I really hate running inside.

Pros:
1. I've got some pretty new, cool running shoes.
2. I've got a crusty treadmill in my basement that I can get started on.
3. I may totally suck at the half marathon, but at least it will have been a motivator to get me going and maybe I'll lose some weight in the process.

So wish me good luck and I'll see you at the finish line. Or in the padded cell. I'm not sure which yet.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?

Is there a new fad or something to kill innocent children in horrific ways?

Just this last week I have read about a guy who flung his four little kids off a bridge into a river, a guy who tossed a two-year-old up into the air from a freeway overpass, and then I read last night that an aunt walked her niece and nephew (all stripped down naked) into oncoming traffic on the highway.

I'm really sickened by this. Talk about signs of the times!

The only consolation in all this is that those sweet kids don't have to be around the crazy psychos who did this to them anymore.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Book Reviews

I like to read. Sometimes several months will go by and I have only read one book. Other times, I will read or be reading several books at the same time. That is what has been going on over the past month or so. I like all kinds of books, but I tend to gravitate toward non-fiction. If it is fiction, it is usually historical fiction. I just like learning about strong people who have done meaningful things. That being said, here is a mini-review of the books I have read or am reading.



1. Infidel by Ayaan Hiri Ali. This book is about the Somali-born author and her experiences growing up in several countries in Africa and Saudi Arabia. It is about her journey as a Muslim woman and how she ended up serving in the Dutch government fighting for the rights of Muslim women in Europe. I feel she gave an honest account of her experiences and her feelings, and I think she has an amazing story to tell and a lot to contribute. I think this is a book everyone should read, if nothing else to be reminded again about how a large portion of the world lives in need.






2. Pilate's Wife: A Novel of the Roman Empire by Antoinette May. Not to be confused with The Pilot's Wife. This is a historical fiction novel about Claudia Procula, the fictional character created to portray Pontius Pilate's wife (there is only one mention of her in one verse in the Bible) and her life's journey. I thought the historical insight into the time was interesting, and was enthralled with about 1/2 - 3/4 of the book. And then I thought it got a little romance novel-ish, and in some parts just plain weird. But overall, it was a good book.








3. Witnesses of War: Children's Lives Under the Nazis by Nicholas Stargardt. I have not finished this book, not even close, but this book is fascinating. I realize I have an unusual interest in WWII stories, so this may not appeal to everyone, but what is so interesting about this book is that it is the first book ever on WWII from the perpective of children and teenagers. The author did painstaking research to acquire journals, interviews, pictures, records, etc., from only children - children from all walks of life. It reads very easily, almost novelized, and many times has left me with my jaw dropped in either amazement or horror. I love resiliency, and this book is full of it.





4. The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak. I came across this book by chance and am so glad I did. Again, I have not finished this book, actually just started it last week, but I am getting to the point that I don't want to put it down. It took me a little while to get use to the writing style, but once I got past that, I have grown to love this book already. It is fictional, and once again, set in a WWII-era. It is the story of a little girl and her journey through a war-torn childhood and the power of books. What makes this book especially unique is that it is narrated by Death - yes, Death - and the way the author writes is almost poetic at some points. I think this is probably the most original book I have ever read. And some things that seem to be written almost in passing are so poignant. Sometimes I feel like I should mark quotes and paragraphs out of it, they are so beautifully written.




5. The Parenting Breakthrough by Merrilee Browne Boyack. Ok, I admit that I just started this book today, but already this lady has me sold. I have read numerous "parenting" books, yay-you're-a-mom books - philosophical, spiritual, practical, etc. From what I've read so far, I really like this lady. I like her style. I like the way she thinks. This isn't your typical parenting-type book on discipline or coping strategies. This book talks about implementing a plan to cultivate independence in your children, with the desired end result being independent, pro-active, functional and contributing adults when they leave home. I'll let you know when I finish, but so far I am digging this book.





What about you? Read any good books lately?

Monday, January 14, 2008

Alive and Kickin'

Saturday, JC took the boys shooting with some friends. It was the first time the boys had ever gone, and so, of course, beforehand I was admonishing them to be exactly obedient to whatever their dad told them so they didn't end up shot. Little J kept asking, "Are they real bullets?" To which I would say, "Yes, real bullets from real guns that can really hurt you or kill you."

When they all came back safe and sound, Big J was excitedly telling me about their adventure and how he shot an old microwave and things like that. Little J then pipes in, "And we didn't die!!!!"

Glad to hear it.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

The Misadventures of the Tooth Fairy Part 2

If you didn't hear about misadventure part 1, click here.

Our Tooth Fairy sucks rocks. Seriously. I wish I could fire her, but we have an additional 10 year contract with her.

Yesterday before school, Big J lost his fifth tooth. It had been hanging by a thread forever and a well-meaning Trix finally brought it down. Excitedly, he put his tooth in a Ziploc bag (thank goodness it wasn't that little treasure chest again!) and put it under his pillow.

And until 7:40 this morning, I completely forgot about it.

That is when Big J comes into the kitchen with a forelorn look, holding the Ziploc bag with the tooth still inside.

"The Tooth Fairy didn't come!"

OH. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP. CRAP!!!!!!!!!!

The sad thing is, I had multiple prime opportunities I could have made the switch. Like when he went to sleep in our bed because Little J was bugging him and he couldn't go to sleep (we weren't in there), or before I moved him back from our bed. Or when he was in the playroom for 30 minutes this morning. Or the traditional, when he was asleep....

I lamely reply, "Are you sure?" To which he holds up the bag to show me and goes to sit sadly on the couch.

Think quick. Think quick. Think quick.

While he's sitting there, I pray there is cash in my wallet and nonchalantly pull a dollar out and stick it in my pocket. I tell him, "Let's go up and check, because I know there is a tooth in my baby book and I think sometimes the Tooth Fairy leaves one tooth so that your mom can keep it in your baby book. Maybe this was the time she decided to leave it."

So we go up to his room and I look under his pillow and in his sheets. Then I say, "Maybe you moved around a lot and the money fell down somewhere." So I have him start searching in the black hole that is the crack between his bed and wall while I stealthily put the dollar in the crack between his mattress and headboard.

He looks and looks, and I keep pretending I'm looking, and then I tell him that I'll pull the mattress back so he can look there. And, lo and behold, there was the dollar! The pesky thing had slipped out from under his pillow into the crack there. He was appeased, and I happily took the tooth - since the Tooth Fairy had chosen that one to let me keep.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Christmas 2007 Pics

Here are the Christmas pics I promised. We had so many, I just picked a few to represent the various "occasions."

Opening presents at our house, before we went to Texas. This is the only "opening presents" picture I will post, because I think after a while they all start to look the same.
Doesn't he make a pretty-looking girl?
On Christmas Eve, we visited a live nativity. Big J liked the camels.
Little J liked the donkey. Hmmmm....
Little Man didn't like the animals....
As is tradition, we re-enacted the Christmas Story. It never lacks the ad-lib.
The Three Wise Men?
My angel... And then we opened presents.
Christmas Day. Santa toys:
This is as close to a group pic as I got.
Mom and Dad, The Innkeepers - literally. There were 17 people under one roof at one point!!
Other ways we entertained ourselves while we were there:
Notice the new do? Guitar Hero brought out the inner rock star in Big J.
Everyone wants to be a star!
Even Little Man...
Boys and their toys. Protecting the homefront.

Taj and Liv. They entertained themselves.

We also played many rousing games of Apples to Apples (very fun), and my sister and I had a couple of Girls Nights. One night she and I went and got appetizers and hung out and talked, and another night, my niece Isabel came with us and we got our nails and toes done.

Overall, it was loud and hectic, but it was a fun time. The boys especially had a blast. I still feel like we are in the post-holiday fuzz right now, still trying to get back on track.

Happy New Year Everyone! Make 2008 Great!

Amen.

By Doug Robinson
Deseret Morning News
Published: January 8, 2008

I missed the memo that said it's A-OK to make disparaging and often erroneous statements about Mormons.

Apparently, they are fair game.

Sure, these are hypersensitive times, when name-calling or perceived bias against any group will get you the Don Imus treatment, but you get a free shot with Mormons. You can say what you want about them with impunity.

If you denigrate a racial group, you're racist.

If you denigrate women, you're sexist.

If you denigrate Mormons, you're hip.

No one would openly suggest that you shouldn't vote for Hillary Clinton because a woman can't lead the country, especially an ornery one.

Nobody would dare say that you shouldn't vote for Barack Hussein Obama because he's black, or of Muslim descent, or because he has a name that sounds like a terrorist. One Clinton worker even apologized for alluding to Obama's use of drugs as a youth, so apparently it's wrong to disparage former drug users, too.

But nobody is shy about saying you shouldn't vote for Romney simply because he's a Mormon. It doesn't even register on the PC-O-Meter.

Just like that, 6 million Americans have been virtually disqualified from running for president. They've been rendered second-class citizens. They're foreigners living in America. They face a glass ceiling.

How un-American is that?

It would be one thing if most of those who oppose Romney did so because they disagreed with his politics or character. But Romney is one of the few candidates who has no character issues, a "squeaky clean" man who has a distinguished record of accomplishments, success and service, with no divorces, no affairs, no scandal. The only thing opponents can say about him is that he belongs to a church they don't understand.

A Harvard law professor called Romney the most qualified of all the candidates and "the perfect candidate for this moment in time." But there is his Mormonism, he noted.

Even the self-styled PC chief of police, Al Sharpton, once jumped in on the action, saying, "As for the one Mormon running for office, those who really believe in God will defeat him anyways."

Mormons don't believe in God?

For his penance, all Sharpton had to do was endure a family home evening in Utah.

It's open season on Mormons. A few days ago, Miami Herald columnist Dan Le Batard stated on ESPN and in the newspaper that part of the reason fired coach Cam Cameron failed was because he got stuck with a Mormon quarterback — not a rookie quarterback (which he is) but a Mormon quarterback."

And you'll have a hard time finding a leader anywhere in sports who was as unlucky this year as Cameron," Le Batard said, noting that because of injuries, Cameron was forced to play "a United Nations huddle of a Mormon quarterback, Mexican receiver, Samoan fullback and some guy named Lekekekkkkerkker."

Now Mormons are foreigners?

Ignorance makes no difference. You can say Mormons have four wives or that they aren't Christian, and no one cares.

Imagine the uproar if Le Batard had written that the Dolphins suffered because they had to play a black quarterback for part of the season? Or a Catholic?

The Salt Lake Tribune has had a field day for more than a week since learning that Mike Leavitt and some of his like-minded cohorts met early in the morning to discuss Mormon theology and governance while he was Utah's governor. What if it had been a Bible study?

Nobody seems to mind when former Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee says his religion "defines me." Or when Obama says his church guides "my own values and my own beliefs."

People worry that Romney will take his orders from his church leaders. They don't worry that Obama will take orders from his church, whose "10-point vision" includes two references to its "non-negotiable commitment to Africa," with no mention of America. Oh, and the church statement begins by noting on the Trinity United Church of Christ Web site, "We are a congregation which is Unashamedly Black."

It's a different set of rules for some out there. You can print newspaper cartoons disparaging Mormons. You can harass their families as they walk to their biannual conference with all sorts of foul language. When someone commits a crime, you can note the criminal's religion, but only if he's Mormon. You can make them a one-liner on Leno. Good luck reconciling all this with the paranoid political correctness that's so in vogue.

Meanwhile, the most politically correct presidential election field ever assembled — a woman, a black, a Mormon, a Baptist, etc. — has gone politically incorrect, but only when it comes to you know who.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Walking Infomercial

Little J is our own private infomercial. Big J use to do this, too, but has outgrown it for the most part. Little J will always come to me SO excited about whatever new space-saver, cake decorating kit, magic repair putty, etc., he saw on TV. He'll describe in great detail what it is and why I should get it. He'll always start out by saying, "Mama, you need to get this...."

Today he was telling me about a safety program for kids online. I was like, "That sounds really cool, but I don't think we need it." To which he replied,

"But, Mama, it's fun and engaging!"

Friday, January 4, 2008

See Spot run.

The boys have been asking me why they don't have a pet. I guess they are getting to the age where they notice things like that. The long and short of it is that I don't want something else to take care of. I tell them that when they show me they can take care of the things they already have (i.e. keep their playroom clean) then I will think about getting them a pet.

Tonight Little J brought the subject up again and we had the above-described conversation again. I asked him, however, what kind of pet he was wanting, thinking he would say a dog or a cat. The following conversation took place:

Me: What kind of pet are you thinking you want?

Little J: A bird.

Me (surprised): A bird?! Really?

Little J: Yeah... Or a gorilla.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Soapbox

I know everyone is holding their breath for Christmas pictures ;-) which I will put up sooner or later, but I am posting about something else right now because it is on my mind. I am waaaaaaayyyyyy behind in watching movies, so tonight was the first time we (meaning JC and I) watched Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End or whatever it is called. The only Pirates movie I really liked was the first one, but that isn't really the point. I liked this one better than the second one. But that isn't the point either.

After watching this movie, I am wondering why on earth this series, this movie in particular, was so heavily marketed to children. Maybe to some I may seem super anal about what my kids watch, but this movie is NOT a children's movie. Besides the fact that it has a PG-13 rating (for a reason), it has no "child" themes and is so violent. The only reason it does not have an R rating is because in all the violence there is no actual blood and gore and there really isn't any language. I mean, seriously, it starts off with multiple people being hanged and their dead bodies being piled onto a wagon and just goes from there. The majority of this for-ev-er long movie is killing. And not just "oh I'm a pirate that swings a sword around that happens to hit a few people" killing. I thought this one had lots more up-close-and-personal violence.

Anyway, I'm kind of on a soapbox here, but why on earth did they make Happy Meal toys for this movie?? Who gets Happy Meals? Small children. Children whose age range is not even in the ratings category the movie is given. I just think it is entirely inappropriate.

Now if your kids watched this movie, don't be offended I said this and write me some comment about it, because that is why each parent can decide which movies and shows their own kids can watch, and which they cannot. For my kids, they will not be seeing this anytime soon.

Ok, I'm done.