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All Quiet on the HAUTE MAMA front
As far as I know there’s still no Amigo and Robin is still away.
I’m headed out to Lake Powell, along with 743,000 other people for a few days. Never been there so I figured we’d go on what will be one of the most crowded weekends.
All the HAUTE MAMAS wish you and your family a very happy and safe 4th of July weekend.
Take a moment to remember and appreciate the abundant freedoms and liberties we enjoy in the USA!
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All Alone
Hey!
Where’d everybody go?!
I’m the lone HAUTE MAMA in the building.
Richie says still no baby Amigo outside the womb - that was as of yesterday afternoon.
I hard a rumor Robin was on vaycay in California.
I’ve been MoJo-ing for Richie, so not much time to post.
Ahhh - hang in there with us loyal readers.
Or even better - post a comment on a topic of your choosing to get the conversation started!
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No baby yet, just weird news
Still no baby — just in case you’re wondering.
One of my coworkers did send me this bit of interesting weird news though that I though I’d share with you.
In the infamous words of Robin Dearing, ” ‘the hell?”
Stupid people.
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Baby news?
I’m sure Haute Mamas readers are waiting with bated breath for the BIG announcement of the new Ashcraft baby.
Well, sorry to disappoint but we’re still waiting too. He just does not want to come out. Already he’s not listening to his mama. I keep telling him it’s time and he just does a crazy little naughty jig in my belly. I think I can hear him laughing at me.
Last night I thought the wait was over. Just before midnight contractions began. Hard enough to keep me awake, five minutes apart for well over an hour. Then they stopped. In some ways I’m happy because I was super tired but at the same time I’m ready to just get it over with already.
Inducing is crossing my mind more and more. But, at the same time it seems like the right thing to do is just wait.
And wait. And wait. And wait.
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Two’s Company, Three’s Not a Crowd
If you were just checking in on the Haute Mama’s Baby Watch ‘09 the update is that there is still not a #3 Amigo in the world yet. Not for lack of trying though. This morning the doctor offered to induce me and treated me to a complimentary “scraping.” Boy, WAS THAT FUN! I highly suggest you avoid that little procedure if at all possible.
Bringing another member into the family is quite an upheaval for everybody but especially so for a mom I think. Not because we’re the ones who have to labor, push and perform the nightly newborn baby hell but also because these feelings of guilt start to sneak up.
Last night I stopped in the door to watch my boys sleep for a second. I looked at Jonas sleeping with his big diaper butt in the air and I wondered “how could I have done this to him, making him a MIDDLE child?” What does that mean for him? Is he automatically going to be all messed up just because his parents brought another person into the world. Will he always feel second best or undervalued? Is there anything I can do to prevent him from feeling this way?
And right next to him lay Soren the big boy who is already blazing the path for his brothers. Although he’s big he’s still ever so small and will I have enough time to give him the attention he needs? Already there are things I wish I had more time to do, like work on his workbook or start teaching him to tie his shoes.
But deep down I still believe that I’ve given my boys one of the most valuable things a person can have in their lives, family, and it doesn’t matter what your place in it is as long as you have one. My goal from this point forward is try my hardest to make sure that all of my sons are bonded and close. I realize that sometimes siblings just don’t get along but I also know that fair parenting probably goes a long way in helping to build a strong relationship.
This morning the boys took turns kissing and rubbing my giant belly while they sang “Come out baby wherever you are!”
As I turned the corner to make breakfast for Jonas, unprompted and spontaneously, he said, “Sowen, I wub you,” and Soren replied, “I love you, too, Jo.” It seriously started a gush of tears in the kitchen.
I think it’s going to be OK.
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Sex or Enchiladas?
So baby Three Amigo can come out anytime he wants now. There have been signs this week pointing to an early and speedy delivery, followed by aches and pains, and now all has stopped. I’d be fine with him coming right now. Okay … now. Still nothin.
So I consulted Google this morning to find out what I could do to speed things along. As we learned from the gender guessing game, these wives tales are just that, tales, but I’d be willing to try something at this point to get things rolling again just so I could get this dang hand or foot or whatever it is out of my ribcage.
The number one wive’s tale to induce labor, according to Google, is to have lots and lots of sex. Pregnancy is beautiful, but this giant bulging belly is in no way sexy. That is just about the very last thing I feel like doing right now. As a matter of a fact at this point I cringe whenever anybody touches me. It’s enough to have someone poke poke poke from the inside all the time, I don’t need anything else poking me anywhere thanks very much.
There’s the eat some Mexican or Indian food. Anything spicy. I’ll say that this did seem to induce labor with Soren when I ate my mother-in-law’s spicy Super Bowl chili. I’d be willing to try that again and have debated all day about what I could make for dinner that is spicy but my kids would still eat it. At the same time I fear the heartburn that will inevitably follow if labor doesn’t start.
I did find one Website who said that if your hubby made you Kraft Macaroni and Cheese with a side of A1 then I’d go into labor immediately. I have a friend who SWEARS by eggplant parmesan.
Breast massage. Uh. That just sounds boring.
Evening primrose oil apparently is supposed to work but you have to rub it on your cervix. Ew. Maybe my friend Tamara will just let me come down to her store and sniff all the essential oils. That actually sounds kinda fun.
Pedicures-well, I did try this one last Monday and it didn’t work but whomever has to hold my legs when it finally does happen is going to appreciate my pretty non-gross pink tootsies.
Is it a full moon? I don’t think so and I’m not willing to wait another month for one to roll back around.
Jumping rope-oh hell no!
Deep knee bends and walking are also highly recommended by those old wives. Actually, I am going to give this one a try because I hiked the day before I had both Soren and Jonas. I can promise a Father’s Day hike will happen this weekend.
And lastly, but my most favorite labor inducing wive’s tale is: Have a glass of wine! Oh yeah now we’re talking! But, again, I’m the queen of clean when pregnant and I don’t think I could do it, except uugh, there’s that foot in the ribs again …
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Things I Learned This Week
Never stick your finger in molten chocolate and sugar. And ESPECIALLY don’t lick it off because you’re getting third degree burns from it.
Occasionally you will forget that 10% is the same thing as one out of ten. (Isn’t it?)
Chile is a really long skinny country with lots and lots of islands at the end.
And yes, OK, I’ll admit it - I never really understood that whole “British Isles” thing until Dan explained it to me. It still seems like a lot of ground to cover for one Queen.
A couple ice cold pomegranate vodka martinis will make you not care whether you learned anything or not, or help you forget what you did learn.
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Practicing to be an Empty-Nester
It’s been mighty quiet around my house this past week. Alex is in Denver with his daddy-o doing whatever it is they do when they’re together. Play tennis, eat bacon in their underwear, run with scissors and sleep late.
Chloe, the A.D.D. dog, is happily spending the week with her new friend Budd, Dan’s dog, in Budd’s backyard. She chases him relentlessly (Budd, not Dan) and he tries to hide behind the lilac bush. A match made in heaven.
Alex has the upstairs of the house to himself - the boy cave. I have only ventured up there once while he’s been gone, and that was to close the windows and the doors. My plan is to work up to cleaning his bathroom in the next day or two but I may have more important things to do with my free time!
Even though is Alex is 17 and will be leaving for college in a year, I still cry when we part ways. He gives me a big hug and kiss, (I made that part up), tells me how much he loves me, (made that up too) and happily jumps in the car with his dad (that part is true). As I watch them drive off I feel like I’m missing a piece of my heart. Which I am.
I try to swallow the lump in my throat and then decide, what the hell, might as well cry and get it over with. Which I do.
A week passes pretty quickly, and Alex calls me every day to see how I’m doing. (Right.) So far, I’ve only made contact once, and for me that’s a record. The boy needs his space, after all. He needs to learn to get by without me (that will never happen, I hope).
Ah, well. Only a few more days and he’ll be back. And I suppose I’ll have to go retrieve Chloe the A.D.D. dog too. Until then I’ll enjoy the quiet, and get started on that bathroom.
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The “T” stands for trustworthy
Do you know from which movies this quote comes?: “The ‘T’ stands for trustworthy.”
I’ll give you a hint. The movie came out in 1984, some 16 years before my kid was born. But Margaret knows the answer.
Last weekend during our weekend of indulgence, we went to the movies … twice.
I know. It’s like we’re made of money … well, actually it’s like we saved up all our movie trips and redeemed them all in one weekend.
And you know what, it was awesome.
Friday night, we acted like bad parents (something that comes naturally for us — eat your hearts our, good parents) and took our kid to see a PG-13 movie. But it had to be done.
My husband is a HUGE (understatement) fan of Will Ferrell. So, yes, you guess it, we saw Land of the Lost.
We love juvenile humor and Mr. Ferrell is the best at that. Also being of the age when we actually watched the TV show Land of the Lost, the nostalgia factor along with the Ferrell factor made this movie one we didn’t wait for DVD.
Bill and I both laughed at the silly humor and reveled in its inappropriateness (and it is inappropriate for younger viewers, but all of that went well over Margaret’s head). Mar thought it was scary. Those slow moving sleestaks and their stupid pincher hands, I guess.
So on Sunday to make up for our bad parenting, we joined our friends to see the 3-D version of Up.
This is a movie, as stated by its PG rating, that is for children. After it was over, I asked Mar how she liked it. “It was too sad,” was her reply. And I had to agree.
The animation and 3-D were spectacular and the moral was a good one, but Jeez-oh-Pete, Pixar, why you gotta be makin’ kids movies that make me cry?
I don’t want to spoil the movie for those planning to see it, but when did fertility issues become a topic for children’s movies?
Anyway, so we saw two movies last weekend and we enjoyed them both. But if you asked Margaret what is her favorite movie of late, you know what she’ll say? Romancing the Stone.
I kid you not.
She’s been really into older action movies lately. We’ve watched all four Indiana Jones movies, all three original Star Wars movies, both Romancing the Stone movies and we’re on the look out for more.
So I had to laugh last night when we were downtown. Bill was talking to a man about his bike. After we walked away, Margaret said, “That guy looked like Jack T. Colton … and the ‘T’ stands for trustworthy.”
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Guilty pleasure
So, what did y’all do this weekend?
Yeah, I didn’t do a whole lotta anything … and it was awesome.
It’s been a long while since my weekend was filled with one grueling and/or fun, but exhausting and/or laborious task. We’re such a busy family and the summer is so short, between vacations, family visits, band shows and kids stuff, most of our weekends are full up.
But not this one.
Bill had a work function for most of the day Saturday that kept us from driving over the mountain to see all my mom’s siblings together in one spot. I sorely missed going, but luckily many of my family members (including my 87-year-old grandmother) are on Facebook. So I’ve already gotten to see the pictures of the six “kids” all lined up in age order. Fer cute!
So while I missed a family event, I did get a whole bunch of sleep — which I needed in the worst way. Saturday, Mar and I slept in until 10 a.m. I can’t remember the last time I slept that late. Then we sat around in our pajamas until we had a good enough reason to get dressed.
The afternoon saw us riding our bikes around delivering invitations to Margaret’s upcoming birthday party. She’s going to be 9. Nine!
The remainder of the day included hanging out with our friends in their backyard and hanging out with friends in our backyard. There was some game playing and some Thai food eating. They were was some more sleeping in and the various tasks around the house, but nothing exceptional.
And the “nothing exceptional” weekend is just the weekend I needed.
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Out of the mouths of babes
Yesterday the boys and I were loading groceries into the trunk of the car. Across the street from the store is a soccer field which was blasting the song, “Whatcha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk?”
Soren says: “Why’d that lady over there ask what we were gonna do with the junk in our trunk?”
I replied: “It’s just a song honey.”
He then screamed at the top of his lungs to the strange omnipresent rapper: “WE’RE GONNA EAT IT!”
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Preparing for the big day
It won’t be much longer and I’ll be the new mommy of yet another teeny tiny baby son. The last of my teeny tiny baby sons. There is a ever-hanging excitement in the Ashcraft household as we wait for the big day.
Most women nest at this point. Yeah, that’s WAY overrated. Nesting means working on something, be it painting, wallpaper, organization, whatever. That’s about the very last thing I want to do right now, work.
Of course I’ve gotten out the baby hand-me-downs, washed them up and put them in the drawer. I took a shopping trip for baby wash, pacifiers, newborn diapers. I took a mental of checklist to make sure we enough crucial supplies of infant Tylenol and receiving blankets. I put clean sheets in the crib.
And that’s that. I in no way have the energy, nor can I bend over far enough, to nest further.
As a matter of a fact, the closer to labor I get the lazier I become. I bought the biggest stack of paper plates from Sam’s Club on which I serve up some homemade Bertolli’s pasta.
I’ve kept up on the housework for the most part, but I do not have the desire to organize any closets or scrub my windowsills.
Anytime I think of something I should do in preparation for the new baby, I find some excuse to procrastinate it. My top priority right now is rest and sleep because I know that the awful hell of NEWBORN just around the corner.
In part I think it is just because I’m a wiser parent. I know that most the gadgets are unnecessary. I know that labor is long enough that I can pack a bag right before walking out the door to the hospital. I know that all I really need is a blanket and working boobs to take care of my new son. Our family will adjust without me worrying about it today.
If I’ve done any nesting at all, it’s basically just a few things I need to do for myself. Like, a pre-labor haircut and a pedicure. I’ve made sure the bills are paid and the car has gas. Everything else will just have to wait.
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Ashcrafts go unplugged Friday
For over a decade now my husband and I have never had cable television. (Oh, I can hear the shocking gasp from our readers.)
Are we crazy? Are we part of some kind of anti-television religious cult? Are we trying to be hippie granola people who forgo T.V. just to be cool and different?
Noooo. We just don’t like television enough to actually spend money on it. It’s a bill we can easily live without.
In college, we scrounged up $15 to buy a new bunny-eared antenna for the new 15-inch television my parents bought me. It’s the best $15 bucks I’ve ever spent as it provided years of free network television.
We’ve watched every episode of Northern Exposure and hours upon hours of PBS programming. There was Seinfeld, Friends, The Simpsons and more recently How I Met Your Mother and Pushing Daisies. We suffered through the reality television nightmare with the rest of America and happily didn’t pay a single dime to complain about it.
When we are privy to the 200+ cable channels, we are always amazed at how many spins around the dial it takes to find something good to watch and that people actually paid to complain about there being nothing on.
All that is about to change on Friday when the mandatory switch from analog to HD occurs. We still have that old television in our bedroom and a bigger but still old set in our living room. We made no effort to purchase the converter box or to buy a new T.V.
We’ve decided it is the perfect time to just stop being consumers of the entertainment/advertising machine. (There’s that gasp again!)
There are lots of reasons to do it, many of which I agree with, but none of which are the reasons we’re doing it. If you need a good reason check out turnoffyourtv.com. We’re just doing it because it’s something we just really don’t need in our lives at this point.
It’s not going to be hard or a big deal. I can honestly say we don’t watch a lot already. We’re busy people who work all the time. When we do have free time, it’s normally spent gardening, hiking, cooking, cleaning, and playing with the boys.
Since we’ve had children our television time has been cut back extensively because much of what is on Prime Time is inappropriate for toddlers anyway. I never realized how much blood, murder, sex and monsters were on television until I started actively watching for it. It’s come to the point where we just can’t turn it on until the boys are in bed.
It actually makes things easier because we don’t have to answer uncomfortable questions or be asked a million times if we can go to Taco Bell or buy Super Soakers.
We are going to keep our televisions so that we can watch movies, most likely renewing our Netflix subscription soon. If we hear of a particularly interesting network show, we can rent to watch sans commercials. Our kids will still get their Bob The Builder and Spiderman DVDs from our weekly trip to the library, for free. I can’t think of anything we’ll be actually “missing.”
Oh, and news, well I promise there isn’t anything on our local television news programs that The Daily Sentinel and GJSentinel.com hasn’t already covered with more depth and detail.
Sure, we might plug back in at some point when our lives are slower and boring, or when the kids are-cringe-teenagers, but at this point I really hope that television is never something we value so much that we can’t live without it.
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A birthday hike
That was a tough hike: long, steep, sketchy, long, steep and long. But it was so worth it. The views were amazing and getting to the top was quite an accomplishment for me.
I liked that feeling, so I decided that I wanted to do a hike for my birthday. I picked a hike I had done before. I knew it was challenging, but doable, plus there is hot springs nearby.
I chose to hike to Hanging Lake near Glenwood Springs.
Last time I hiked this one-mile, straight-up-the-side-of-the-mountain hike, it was two years ago when my brother and his family were visiting. We made it and were stunned by the beauty of this hidden mountain lake.
Saturday we got up early, packed up our camping gear, gathered up the Davis clan and headed to Glenwood Springs. We drove right to the hike, planning to set up camp after the hike (all of which was followed by a long soak in the springs).
And we were off:
The trail, while rocky and steep, is mostly in the shade and almost tropical:
I had to stop several times to catch my breath and drink water, but I was chugging right along and only complained about the trail being too steep a couple of times. It wasn’t easy, but I guess all the other hiking, skiing and bike riding really does make a difference:
The Davises had no problem with the trail, but they’re all fit ‘n’ junk like that:
But Mar never complained, instead she just had to stop to pee every 100 paces:
Next thing I knew, we were at the bottom of the sketchy stairs carved into the stone that lead up to Hanging Lake. We were almost there and I hadn’t even gotten angry at picking to hike to celebrate my birthday instead of going to the bar.
Up the stairs and we were there:
Man, that lake is gorgeous. The water is crystal clear and blue and green and wonderful.
And the waterfalls are picturesque:
Here’s me behind the falls. It was cool and seemed more like Hawaii than Colorado:
All in all, I was really happy to have gotten the chance to take this beautiful hike for my birthday. The only tinge of disappointment came with the fact that the hike, while challenging, was a bit short (I know that seems stupid and the me who hiked this trail two years ago would have punched me now in the face for saying such a thing), but I was ready for more. And that’s the best present I could have ever gotten myself.
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Mixing Movies
Alex has seen almost every movie that’s out in theaters, and almost every movie that’s at Blockbuster. I am just the opposite.
We agreed to watch a movie together last night, a rare occurrence, so I went to BB to find one. After phoning home to see if we could agree on one that didn’t involve blowing up everything on screen or girl stuff, he just told me bring home whatever.
So I brought home The Duchess. I figured it had history and maybe some double-crossing stuff that would interest him. Eh, so maybe not.
He retreated to his room to read as I started the movie. I yelled upstairs “What? Rated X for naked Britsh girls?”
“Nice try,” came the response. I thought so too.
Anyway - it was a great movie. I really liked it. Spectacular costumes, but makes you glad you live in the here and now.
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Say what?
Scenario: Bill and Margaret are walking home from swim lessons. Bill is talking to me on his cell phone.
Margaret stops and yells to her dad: I dropped my Swedish fish.
Bill: Hey Mar, can I have one of those?
Pause, and then chewing sounds come from Bill over the phone.
Bill: Thanks.
Mar, laughing: That was the one I dropped on the ground.
Nice.
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Say what?
Scenario: The Ashcrafts were listening to Bob Dylan last night.
Dylan sing/talks: “His body was on fire.”
Soren: “Mom, why he’d say his ‘Potty was on fire?’ How’d it catch on fire, Mom?”
Ha!
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Say What?
So I was telling Alex about this yesterday, and he said “That’s really stupid.”
“Why?”
“Because texting is much less dangerous than talking on the cell phone while you’re driving.”
I sputtered something appropriate I’m sure and he told me “It’s more dangerous for YOU to text because YOU don’t text. Teenagers text all the time so they know how to do it.”
Which proves Robin’s point and makes me all the happier that we now have this law to protect (!) us.
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What the bleep is wrong with me?
I’m tired and annoyed and/or worried that everything’s my fault.
And it sucks.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I don’t know if it’s because I just celebrated my birthday and now the realization that I’m a mere 12 months away from my 40th birthday (something that I never thought would bother me, because, hello, the alternative to getting old is dying) or if it’s my anxiety rearing it’s ugly head almost a year after I battled it into submission. Regardless, everything bothers me one way or another.
Saturday a bunch of our guests all left the grad party we had for Sean without saying goodbye to either Bill or myself. Instead of realizing that they probably just wanted to go home, I internally fretted for days that I’d done something wrong, said something wrong, was just wrong.
Margaret won’t clean up after herself. Instead of realizing that she’s an 8-year-old girl who has never really been one to tidy up except on rare occasions, I assume it’s because she’s turning into an unruly, undisciplined child and needs to be badgered into submission.
I’ve gained back some of the weight I recently lost. Instead of realizing it’s because I’ve been eating like a pig and I need to step away from the s’mores, I’m worried I’ll never win the battle of the bulge and that once Bill gets a good look at my gelatinous thighs, he’ll be turned off forever.
I’ve been exhausted and sleeping poorly. Instead of realizing I just need a couple nights of decent sleep, I worry that I’ve got the same sleeping disorder that plagued my father to death.
Of course, there are some other things that truly are worth worrying about going on right now. And they are so depressing, I can’t even bear to mention them here in this long-winded whine of mine.
So yeah, I’m tired and worried and sad and possibly dying … just in case you were wondering.
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The Very Hungry Haute Mama
Remember Soren’s version of “The Very Hungry Caterpiller”? Well, it could easily be retold as “The Very Hungry Haute Mama.”
I’m 8 1/2 months pregnant today. And boy, have I ever been an eating machine this pregnancy. My mindset is that this is my last pregnancy so I should just enjoy it. I’ve tried to eat a well balanced diet of healthy dinners but I’ll admit I’ve indulged A LOT in high-fat, high-calorie, and highly-tasty food like cheeseburgers, hot dogs and JUCO brownies. I rarely eat these things nonpregnant, but I figured”You’re only pregnant three times, so oh well, eat whatever.” Ha! And, whatever is exactly what I’ve had.
Just today the story would go something like “She ate some scrambled eggs, a cup of coffee, a bean burrito, a chicken-soft taco, a taco burger, a coke, a decaf mango iced tea, a caramel coconut blender, …” and I have yet to have dinner or my peanut butter and jelly sandwich snack before bed.
Each week I dutifully step on the scale at the OBGYN. And for the past 2 1/2 months I haven’t gained a pound. I KNOW-I HATE WOMEN LIKE ME TOO!!! It’s not that I haven’t been trying. As a matter of a fact, I’ve lost three pounds for a total gain of 21 pounds. How is that even possible? And how it it that my arms and ass are totally fat?
The doctor doesn’t seem to be worried about it. She said often she sees women like me with two young children, a job, and an entire household to run having a hard time gaining weight. I’ll admit I never sit down unless it’s in my car speeding off to my next MoJo story. When my feet hit the door, I pretty much run my tush off by cooking dinner, folding laundry, changing diapers, playing cars, and on and on and on.
Still it is bothering me because I worry that Amigo isn’t getting enough and I should either eat more or slow down. I don’t really care how much weight I gain as long as the story still ends with “Out popped a beautiful butterfly.”
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Driving and Distraction
I read today that Governor Ritter is signing a bill that goes into effect this December that bans texting on your cell phone while driving. If you get caught - you could get a $50 ticket.
Well, glory hallelujah! It’s really rather sad that we need a law to prevent this - but apparently plenty of people think they can drive safely AND send text messages at the same time. I am an excellent multi-tasker, but even I don’t do this.
The bill also bans anyone under the age of 18 from talking on their cell phones unless they are using a hands-free device. (Exceptions made for emergencies - which for teenage drivers could be just about anything.)
Frankly - I would be OK if we passed a law that banned talking on your cell phone altogether while driving. I wouldn’t like it, I would moan about it, it would dramatically change my conversation patterns but at the end of the day I have to admit that NOBODY pays attention to the road like they should when they’re talking on the phone. And that is downright dangerous.
Come to think about it, maybe we should pass a law that bans doing anything except actually paying attention to driving while a driver is actually behind the wheel. I’ve seen (and admittedly done) some strange things behind the wheel. I’ve seen people floss their teeth, eat a bowl of cereal, groom their dogs and perform some X-rated activities all from behind the wheel.
I’m sure these are just the beginning of what America does while driving. What do you think of the texting/talking ban? What are some of the strange (or common place) activities you’ve seen, or done, while driving?
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