Boobs

(Yes that title is a blatant lure for search result hits.)

Those crazy breastfeeders are at it again.

Had the Y left their reasoning at the "no food or drink in the pool area" rule, they would probably not be receiving all this publicity. Personally, Momma Star does not equate nursing a baby to eating fries and a Whopper (as those could conceivably clog a pool filter). Nor does the "it's a body fluid, it has germs" argument really fly. This is a pool used by small children, after all. They have been known to urinate in pools before.

Most pools require an adult to remain in the water with a small child. Are the Y lifeguards not properly trained to rescue a small child should one need to be rescued?

The real issue here is the argument that breastfeeding is "distracting" to the lifeguards. (Momma Star would love to know where the TYMCA finds these lifeguards.)

Has anyone else seen what passes for swimwear lately?

And this is distracting?

I am going to hell

So when reading the story about rogue funeral homes if one's only comment is a loud snort when getting to the part that says the FDA's spokesperson is Stephen King then said person is a very bad woman.

Stephen King? No one else at the FDA was available to comment? That is wrong on so many levels.

The entire story is wrong on so many levels. Graverobbers in the 21st century. Who would have thunk it?

Celebrity crushes

You know what isn't fair? Men get better looking as they age, and women, we just age. Who came up with that nonsense anyway?

Case in point. Rob Thomas is looking better than he ever has.

Or maybe I'm just a sucker for a poet.


Do you know how many sites claim naughty pictures of celebrities? The mind boggles.

I was going somewhere with this.

Oh yeah. Mr. Clooney with the silver in his hair? :swoon:


Now how many men do you know who say their celebrity freebie got better-looking after 35?

You know, we don't come with expiration dates.

Redecorating

That new fabulous banner up there? Courtesy of the darling Kate. If you're in the market for any artwork, go check her out.

And many thanks to the equally fantastic OmegaMom for helping me with the template code.

New digs for a new year.

Time marches on...

..and right across me, apparently.

BabyStar walks now. I was so not prepared. I was so sure I'd have at least until his birthday.

Walks. Chases his brother around the house. The baby. Is walking. BoyStar is thrilled to have a partner in crime.

I'm still processing. BoyStar's infancy went so quickly. I tried so hard to make sure I enjoyed every moment of babyhood this time. Tried to imprint every day of this past year, to store up those memories, to keep him small and new.

It's an uneasy balance, this holding on and letting go.

Somebody is in big trouble

So how long can Google hold off the federal government's request for search results?

Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like they're in a neverending nightmare?

Let's just think about this part of the article for a minute:

In court papers that the San Jose Mercury News reported on after seeing them Wednesday, the Bush administration depicts the information as vital in its effort to restore online child protection laws that have been struck down by the U.S. Supreme Court.

I mean, who needs the Constitution when we've got Captain Cuckoo-Bananas protecting our children? Let's make this perfectly clear, this suburban housewife mother of two is not afraid of Muslims, Frenchmen, internet porn, no matter how hard that moron tries to convince me otherwise.

But I'm glad it wasn't me searching for "mile porn."

Blocked

Momma Star apologizes for the lameness of this post. It seems she has seriously pissed off the muse.

Inspiration has gone. There are a million political things going on, but still nothing. Not even in the mood to gush over George Clooney at the Golden Globes.

Most pathetic blog entry ever.

Salesmen

So I've been playing around with the
MyHeritage face recognition site, trying different photos to see what results I get.

Today's photo, and granted it's a flattering one ten punds ago, gets this list:

Katie Holmes
Penelope Cruz
Isabella Rossellini
Sofia Coppola
Angelina Jolie
Scarlett Johansson
Maria Callas
Shakira
Kate Winslet

Umm, okay. That first one, I'm not so sure it's a compliment these days.

Games

I've been tagged, woohoo! Now, dear reader, we come to the part of the blog where you get to be bored to tears reading about me.

What were you doing 10 years ago?
Ten years ago I was in the middle of my first year of college, dating my hubby, and working a job so inconsequentional I don't remember it.

What were you doing 1 year ago?
A year ago I was pregnant out to here with Baby Star, wishing with all my might that Boy Star wouldn't hate me forever.

Five snacks I enjoy
1. Chocolate
2. Popcorn
3. Veggies and dill dip
4. Chocolate covered popcorn
5. Biscotti

Five songs to which I know all the lyrics
1. Hotel California
2. You are my Sunshine
3. Grow Old with Me
4. Mrs. Robinson
5. Annie's Song

Five things I would do if I were a millionaire
1. Get out of debt
2. Buy a bigger house
3. Open a bookstore/cafe and stock obscure books that I adore
4. Fund a commune
5. Buy a ton of animals from Heifer.org

Five bad habits
1. Crack my gum
2. Saying "y'all"
3. Cussing
4. Eating dessert for breakfast
5. Snacking in front of the tv

Five things I like doing
1. Reading
2. Writing
3. Shopping
4. Baking
5. Dancing

Five things I would never wear, buy or get new again
1. A size four anything
2. Jewelry
3. A car
4. Aprons
5. Disposable plates/cups/silverware

Five favorite toys
1. Remote starter for the car
2. Digital camera
3. Kitchenaid Artisan mixer
4. Boy Start's color wonder fingerpaints
5. Needlepoint supplies

So here’s the deal: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot

An Elephant’s Gestation
So, it’s come down to this
OmegaMom
All Hail Suburbia!
Swingin' on a Star

Then select five people to tag:

Over the Rainbow
Crazy Cat Lady
Space Age Housewife
Pretzelbag
Suburban Meteorite

Tag! You’re it! Har!

Sweet baby James

I finally bought Back to Bedlam this morning.

There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
Tears drying on their face.
He has been here.
Brothers lie in shallow graves.
Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he's been here.

And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.

Houses burnt beyond repair.
The smell of death is in the air.
A woman weeping in despair says,
He has been here.
Tracer lighting up the sky.
It's another families' turn to die.
A child afraid to even cry out says,
He has been here.

And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.

There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
But no one asks the question why,
He has been here.
Old men kneel to accept their fate.
Wives and daughters cut and raped.
A generation drenched in hate.
Yes, he has been here.

And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness

When will we be finished sending our poets to slaughter?

Spirited children

As we were leaving the pediatrician's office the other day, Boy Star was extremely upset with me about oh who can remember what. I think it involved the water fountain being too tall for him. I believe he feels I'm supposed to magically lower all water fountains for his drinking pleasure.

So he says loud enough for all the office staff to hear "Mommy, you aren't my mommy anymore." Of course, the lovely office ladies think this is hysterical. So he continues, "You're my daddy now. Daddy is my mommy."

So, which one of us should be insulted?

Out, out, damn germs

MommaStar worships at the church of modern medicine.

Praise the name of all that is antibiotic. Glory be to St. Orapred.

Take that you bloody sinus infections and croup, and the unfortunate combining of DNA that created breathing problems in the little twinkles.

Someday I'll wax philosophical and metaphoric about fighting to breathe. Today I'm just happy to feel human.

You make me sick

Somebody needs to tell all the the infectious agents lurking out there that I don't do sick.

Day 1 Momma Star wakes up at 1 am with the sore throat from Hades.

Day 3 the sinus nastiness kicks in. Boy Star joins in with the dripping nose.

Day 5 Boy Star is better. Momma Star seems to be turning a corner. Until.

Day 7 Momma Star hit full on with the sinus nastiness once again. Boy star up at 3 am with coughing and fever. Dripping nose follows.

Day 8 Momma Star still sick. Boy Star still sick. Daddy Star now with the sore throat, and for our finale, Baby Star with the fever. And a new tooth.

We're now under quarantine. Did I mention I don't do sick?

New Year

Courtesy of the lovely Om Powered, I spent the past few minutes rating my life.

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	7.6
Mind:	7.1
Body:	7.5
Spirit:	7.2
Friends/Family:	6.8
Love:	7.3
Finance:	6.8
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

Surprisingly balanced.

In other New Year's news, my dearest friend had a baby boy on the first. Welcome to the world William Andrew. Other dear friends had a little boy last New Year's Day. Unusual timing, as both of those babies were surprises.