I was reading celebrity news today on Dlisted.com. Michael K wrote about Salma Hayek and her addiction to breastfeeding. I’d be addicted to it to if breastfeeding did for my breasts what it did for hers. Lucky Lady! Anyhow, Michael posted this video of a woman who breastfeeds her 8 year old daughter. Huh? Wha? EIGHT!? ANd while I totally get her connection to her child and the bond of breastfeeding, her philosophy on letting the child decide when to stop, the safety and comfort it offers in a world too quick to humble a child… Her daughter is EIGHT.
Do your boobies hang low, do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow?
I’m betting she can do all that AND jump rope with them.
Ok, that’s not funny. But I needed a filler post so forgive me…
Apparently Google is making it super easy for you to whistle blow on your brothers and sisters if you don’t agree with their using their site to make money.
Dear Tattler,
Nevermind that some people pay for their domain name/ website and this USED to be a free country where people could make money without being punished for it. Nevermind that people pay WAY more for advertising those stupid commercials you’ll watch during Superbowl. Yeah, those ones that cost enough to feed the lower half of Africa for a month! But you don’t care about that, do you my friendly tattling friend? It’s more important to make sure that little guy doesn’t buy or sell links to build a small business or feed a family. Those little guys are so very, very bad. They deserve to be punished.
Nevermind that there are oil tyrants and political figures using great military forces to dounthinkable injustices IN YOUR NAME & right under your petty little noses to make their money. NO, DON’T WORRY ABOUT THAT! Because you need to focus your attention to the little guy who made $500 last month writing paid posts. Stupid, rediculous pettiness. Go tattle, you bored asswipes! Google WANTS you to!
Sincerely,
Stepherz
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I guess I have less of a problem with everyone’s opinions on “buying/selling links” and more of a problem with the whole whistleblower thing. I’ve not tattled on anyone in ages. I like to think my energy could be better used in other ways. There’s always those that get off on that kind of thing.
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I LOVE YOU, GOOGLE!
Ok, I feel better now. Stoopid crazy unstable pregnant hormones.
I’m not ready for flu season, are you? I can never decide whether to get the flu shot or not. Seems I don’t exactly trust what it is they put into those shots (mercury, uhhhh, is not good for the body), and history has had it that I get the flu on the years I take the shot anyways. So why bother? They say your symptoms may be lessened when you have the shot, because you may still get a different strain. I think the flu shot is just another way for those pharmaceutical companies to make some dough, personally. You know, we Americans are always playing into that fear factor. Woosies.
I did just read an article by Dr. Weil. He said, “Keep in mind that influenza is not just a bad cold. It means a few days of misery with aching, chills and fever. Worse, the flu can lead to pneumonia, which can be deadly. Each year, more than 100,000 people are hospitalized and 20,000 die as a result of the flu and its complications.”
Yeah, the fear factor. You better hurry! Go get your shot! Good Gosh, what is he? The spokesman for doom and gloom? Jeez. How many people die from choking on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich because they ran out of milk to wash it down? If you ever wondered, just pay Mr. Pessimism to write an article about it. Then the dairy farmers might make as much money that year as the Pharmaceutical companies!
How about that bird flu scare that made billions of dollars for the pharm companies? What ever happened to that money? Someone please direct me to the research that those billions went towards. Oh, wait… I forgot. It didn’t go towards any reasearch, it did go towards Rumsfeld’s retirement right? Oops. Silly me.
Sometimes the world bothers me. I think I’ll just take a nice tall order of the flu to go with this PB&J sandwich, please.
I was thinking this morning about how much time I spend a day on laundry. I would say that I average about 3 loads of laundry on any given day. If I dare to skip a day, ohhhhh. Let’s just say I try not to. I have some obsessive compulsive tendencies, and my laundry happens to be one of them. Nevermind that I sweep and mop my floors (and vacuum the rugs) every single day– that’s a post for a different time. Today, I’d like to introduce you to my least favorite room in my house. Bloggy friends, meet the laundry room. Laundry room, meet my bloggy friends:
I am just thankful that I don’t have to go to a laundry mat– been there, done that. But this room? Is the ugliest in my house. I think I loathe it. I store too many things in it, the linoleum is awful, and there’s a huge freezer that has no food in it. Nevermind that there is a huge hole in the drywall, we inherited the hole when we bought the house.
I am obsessed with fabric softener. I love bleach. Put those two together and I am in heaven. I could sit all day smelling my laundry. I hang my clothes on the line when it’s warm. I wash all the sheets in the house on Tuesdays. Bella loves to help put the ingredients in the machine. And, when I go once a month to the laundry mat to wash comforters, I can’t leave and come back when they are done. I put a chair right in front of the machine so that I can watch the clothes spin and wash. I love it! It’s better than television.
I thought I’d post this info so that you have further proof of how strange I am. So there. Are you convinced? You should atleast be convinced that I am having severe writer’s block.
"She fearlessly defeats monsters hiding in closets and under beds. She bravely conquers vast worlds of laundry on weekends. And she painstakingly protects her young with her nurturing love and her mighty mommy muscles..."
