Priorities

I heard an interesting comment the other day.  More money was spent last year trying to get the FDA to approve a "pink pill" for ladies, then was spent on Parkinson's and Alzheimer's combined.  Now this little pink pill, for those of you who don't know what I am speaking of,  is Viagra for the female gender.  I tried to find the exact dollar amounts but was not able to come up with any.  I am sure that this research is ran by a man.  A man who probably spends 14 hours a day at work, does nothing around the house, and comes home to shower and eat dinner that was prepared by his wife.  Now, this wife also works full time and takes care of 2.5 children.  She comes home to laundry, housework, running the children to their activities, and finishes up her 14 hour day by preparing dinner for her hard working man.   I would like to talk to Larry the lab man sometime and explain to him, a few things that would take away the need for that little romance making pill and allow him to work on more important things.  Like finding the fucking cure to this shit pot of a disease.  In the United States, at least 500000 people are believed to suffer from Parkinson's disease.  I would venture to say they are a bit more uncomfortable then a man who is frustrated that his partner is tired or has a headache.  I would explain to Larry that maybe if he helped out around the house more his wife wouldn't be tired.  If he figured out what those big white machines in the basement were for and learned to use them, to give everyone clean clothes, that maybe her head would feel much better.  

I personally find a man with dish pan hands sexy as hell.  This all made me start thinking about priorities.  In my life things have changed.  For years, I have been the last one to sit down to dinner.  I always found it more important to clean up the dinner mess then to sit and talk over dinner with the people that mean the most to me.  Now, the pots are on the stove and the counter resembles something from a kitchen nightmare episode, but I am eating dinner with my family.  I no longer miss out on a chance to watch a movie with my son, because I need to rearrange the cupboards.  I have put dusting second on my list to a good game of tennis.  If my bed isn't made in the morning, well I guess the dogs can snuggle together under the covers.  People have been telling me for years that I fret to much about the little things.  These same people are probably going to be leaving my house covered in dog hair, and making comments about how dirty my floors are.  That is becoming ok with me.  I am beginning to prioritize things in my life.  Sure wish Larry the lab man and all his money hungry stock holders would do the same. 

               Maybe Larry could change the headline on this paper.  Maybe, someday it will read
                                             CURE FOUND FOR PARKINSONS

Today has been a good day.