Should there be a “request for licence” baby rule

Hello everyone! I’ve been painting and working on my book and just turned the TV on and  saw  there was an interview with the actors/tress’ from  OZ on the “E” channel with Guilana Renic. Now first I think E is just rubbish and second every time I see/hear of Guilana I just get so irritated. Now this is a women who told the world her troubles of not being able to conceive and cried and cried how much her and her husband wanted a child and this and that. So she finally had a baby via dr (which could take me on the subject of abortion which is murder because invetro proves it so does test tube babies, say a person broke into the lab and torched the eggs, or a baby 2 months old in a petri dish, well the scientists ,who by the way are the stupidest class of people to date, would say that that person just committed murder!!!!!!!! end of that shppeeell for today) so any way so had this baby that she was just dying to have then I read while in line at a store a few months ago that “the hardest deciesion Guilana ever had to do was to leave her 4 month old kid to go to work!!!!!!!!!!!!) are you kidding!!!! You just spent 3+ years trying to have a kid and on top of it you  made it everyone’s business to know about it because your cried to all of these news stations telling them your story which apparently was just a plot to raise Es ratings and yours by trying to become as well known as the stars you interview! SO either Guilana is the stupidest women in the world or she is just plain shallow and selfish and a star-monger because anyone with half a brain knows that babies are most impressionable and in need of their mothers and fathers voice, body heat, embrace and loving emotion the first 2 years of life ! And she just gave her kid away after a few months to go be on a trash channel just to be around stars and on tv—

How much respect do you actually think the movie industry let alone the world has for you since you spent years scamming us all!!! Guilana!

 

( P.S sorry for that short fit )  Have a Fantastical Night!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The Reluctant Star (a childrens story of encouragement for everyone everywhere to enjoy)

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It was time
time to sparkle time to shine
time to let go from all she knew

she wanted to run and hide away
she wanted to stay a child and continue to play
no one was going to make her stand out there all alone
not momma not pappa not anyone in her home

she thought herself unimportant and weak
she was too young and inexperienced
“this job is too big, it can’t be me the Star council seeks”

but most of all she felt that she wasn’t going to be a part of anything
“what difference will I make?”
she’d stutter, stammer and shake

then the sky began to fill with hues of blues and pink
twilight was here and time would not wait
she had to take on her knew role and could linger no longer
little did she know how this would make her stronger

the sun waved goodbye as the moon began to show his face
and this is where she found her place
twilight was hers half in day half in night
and in this new light she began to grow and grow quite bright

and suddenly she heard
very low at first and then much louder
one, two, three, four
until there were thousands and thousands more
and she understood what she was meant to be
her purpose was clear for everyone to see
she was hardly out there all alone
she had a new family to call her own

and as she embraced the sounds from the world below
she listened with happiness to the words whispered aloud each night
“first star I see tonight, I wish I may
I wish I might….”

valentines day for a six year old

I’ve always loved the month of february. as a little girl I’d cut out pink, red and white hearts, circles and other mixtures of shapes to hang like garland and sting off of lamps and hallway doors. I’d make clothes pin dolls and big heart shaped paper houses and mix up some cherry kool aid for my stuffed animals, cars and transformers. I love decorating the month of february but valentines day is another matter. before the days when teachers wised up to the fact that giving a choice to elementary kids for picking out their own valentine wasn’t such a great idea, it was a very stressful and anxious time for six-year olds to handle. would the kid who played with me, who was my science partner by choice, who’d always pick me for co-captain on the dodge ball team make me their valentine? when the valentines got passed out I’d hold my breath hoping to not be embarrassed by my own expectations. I wouldn’t look at them until I got home, smiling all the way home to cover any insecurities I had about being left out of the “boyfriend-girlfriend” social circles. my friends would call “I got a valentine, and some chocolates from so and so.” of course it would be from the person I thought liked me. turns out I was the decoy for their hidden “romance” and the valentines I got although were nice and thoughtful were from the five friends I had and a couple from “I don’t like you but my momma made me give one to everyone in the class.”-classmates, it was still a devastating day.
the next day I’d act like valentines day never existed and “the one” for me did the same as we continued to play the best buddy roles.I could breath again without having to be labeled in a “relationship” while the whole first grade watched our every move. So at least I had another 364 days before I knew if that valentine I secretly like was true.
Happy Valentines day:)