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Swingin' on a Star: January 2006
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Tuesday, January 31, 2006. Yes that title is a blatant lure for search result hits.). Are at it again. 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. Links to this post. You kno...
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Swingin' on a Star: August 2005
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Tuesday, August 30, 2005. Blast from the Past. The little twinkles and I had lunch with Grammie Imelda (so named for her summer footwear fetish) today. She asked us to stop at my elementary school, pick something up, and drop it off at her office. No problem, except I must write an entry some time on how completely inappropriate the term "stay-at-home-mom" is. I digress. Posted by Momma Star at 9:02 PM. Links to this post. Tuesday, August 23, 2005. In a black and far off corner of my mind. Monday, August...
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Swingin' on a Star: December 2005
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Friday, December 30, 2005. These are the Backyardigans. Yes, take a moment to appreciate the irony of a television show about playing in the backyard. The music in this show is actually. And since Nickelodeon cannot air a show without marketing the hell out of it, the Backyardies have just released a cd. How very twenty-first century of them. Posted by Momma Star at 9:35 AM. Links to this post. Monday, December 26, 2005. Why do they hate the environment? Posted by Momma Star at 5:55 PM. Links to this post.
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Swingin' on a Star: September 2005
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Tuesday, September 27, 2005. If I haven't mentioned already, Boy Star has an unusual attachment to Grammie Imelda. A good thing, as far as that goes, but quite hilarious. She spent the day with us Sunday. She played video games and pushed toy cars around, and hand fed the kid, and spoiled him at the store. And when it was time for her to go, in his best Scarlett impression, he wailed," No don't go! Take me with you! I think I should be offended, but I can't seem to quite get worked up. Links to this post.
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Swingin' on a Star: October 2005
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Monday, October 31, 2005. She has to be kidding me. Cannot possibly be anything more than an early April Fool's Day prank. Seriously, now I'm going to have to rant. WTF is wrong with people that we continue to promote the woman as sex object stereotype in this country. Once and for all, prostitution, porn, and abstinence programs all have it wrong. Sexuality is not a commodity to be sold, paid for, or given as a freaking wedding present. Posted by Momma Star at 1:05 PM. Links to this post. We sat next to...
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Swingin' on a Star: February 2006
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Monday, February 27, 2006. It's gotten to the point where I must admit we have outgrown our house. Even if we throw out half the junk we have around here, we have still outgrown our house. Most days, the "opposites attract" balance between me and Daddy Star works out quite well. Especially with regard to the raising of the Twinkles. See, Daddy Star. He's a planner. He's an analyst. He is never happier than when a life event requires the creation of a spreadsheet. Woe is me. Posted by Momma Star at 9:43 AM.
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Swingin' on a Star: November 2005
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Tuesday, November 29, 2005. Boy Star has developed quite the imagination. He is also quite adept at expressing himself. BS: What's for dinner tonight? BS: I don't want pasketti. I don't like it. MS: I didn't ask if you like it. I told you what's for dinner. BS: That's not fair, mommy. MS: Fair's a place you take your pig, baby. BS: No mommy. You go to the fair all by yourself. And take your noodles with you. Don't talk on the phone. It'll kill you. I don't want you to get killed.". Links to this post.
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Swingin' on a Star: July 2005
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Saturday, July 30, 2005. So now I blog. All the cool kids are doing it. Yeah mom, I know, bridges and all that. Daddy Star is betting dollars to doughnuts I'll quit this in a month. Any takers? Keep in mind, he has firsthand knowledge of the partially-stenciled kitchen, partially-sewn Christmas stockings, partially-scrapped scrapbooks, and half-embroidered baby blanket for Baby Star, who'll quickly reach the half-year mark. Hello to the cool kids. Posted by Momma Star at 6:31 PM. Links to this post.
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Swingin' on a Star: April 2006
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Sunday, April 30, 2006. Since it's the end of poetry month, I thought this was fitting. Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad. And she walks with her hands in her dress. The poems are gone. The light is dim. The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up. Their eyeballs roll,. Their blond legs burn like brush. The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep. I am a new man.
