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In all my Ugly-Bettyness

By Richie Ann Ashcraft
Thursday, March 22, 2007

First, and it has very little to do with this post, I'm happy to report that I no longer consider my hair to look like Ugly Betty. uglyrichiecopy.jpg I mean...seriously...what was I thinking when I cut these bangs? I was thinking that 80 percent of the time I have my hair pulled into a ponytail, or more like a big nesty thing on the back of my head, because my kid pulls it with his sticky fingers. I wish I had a better picture so I could show just how Ugly Bettyish my haircut really is. Lynn brought up the subject of our society lacking in manners and I couldn't agree with her more. It only takes a second to either ruin or make someone's day with our social behavior. For example, I wore my hair down yesterday in all its large Ugly Bettyness. I gathered a salad at a local deli and the checker said "You have the most beautiful hair I've ever seen!" I nearly leapt over the counter and hugged her! I replied..."Wow, nobody ever tells me that!" She said I should feel lucky to have naturally beautiful hair. I guess if I had to wear a hairnet all day behind the deli counter, I'd think my hair rocked too! Anyways it just goes to show you that it doesn't take much to be nice to people and maybe someone like me would really appreciate a compliment from a stranger every once in awhile. (Or STOP and let me cross the street when I'm out walking so my kid doesn't learn how to flip the bird to oncoming traffic before he turns two.) This post isn't really about my hair though. It is about how much I love my job, how much I love being a mom, and a very cool lady I met yesterday. Dana Nunn, from Mesa State College, made a visit to the newsroom yesterday. As she was leaving, she remarked that getting out of the building was a whole lot easier than getting in. It was countered by jovial laughs from the staff and a catcall of how many years each of them had been employed by The Daily Sentinel. "22 years, 26 years, 19 years and I'm just getting started." I almost piped up with my own "9 years" but you know, that would draw attention to my hair so I kept quiet. But it made me think...why do we have such a long running dedicated staff here? It's because we love our jobs. I've held all kinds of positions in the Sentinel from answering phones to selling ads to testing lip gloss. They actually pay me to write this blog and test lip gloss...it just doesn't get any better than that! Yesterday, I took my stunning hair to Sherwood Park to interview Nora Luoma, founder of the Grand Valley Active Moms group. Probably the very best thing about my job is that I get to meet a lot of new people, which cuts way down on the amount of paper pushing time I have to spend in the office. Nora was really nice, has a beautiful and well-behaved little girl, and she gave a great interview that I'll be writing for next week's Charm page. One of the things she said was "Any moms of all ages have similiar things in common no matter what age their children are." She is so right. I thought about what she had said before bed last night. This thing called motherhood bonds women together. Only another mom can understand the ache in our hearts for our children when we are seperated or the happiness a silly smile followed by a toot in the tub can bring to our faces. I realized after talking with Nora that I finally have become apart of this network of women that spans generations, ethnic diversity, and social classes. We are continuing the human race together and are bonded by this title of Mom. That is the common thread between Lynn, Robin, and I, and that is the thread we throw out to our readers. I'm so glad I met Nora yesterday. She's got a lot of experience at this mom thing (she has four children) and she seems like a person that would make a great friend. It's meeting people like her that keep me hanging on for the ten-year-pin at the Daily Sentinel. It's the interviews that makes us love our jobs so much. Wait, isn't that sort of like Ugly Betty anyway? Crap, I so AM her! GVAM meets every Wednesday at 10 a.m. for a stroller walk and talk at Sherwood Park. All moms are welcome. Learn more about the group at Meetup.com. 9 comments

Miss-ed Manners

By {screen_name}
Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Did I miss something in the parenting classes for the current generation of children and teenagers that said common courtesy and manners were no longer important or even worth a second thought? I admit there are occasions when I am less than the Emily Post-er child, but on those occasions I am least aware that I am being impolite. Doesn’t excuse it, but awareness is at least the key to change. I have a friend, ahem, who recently confided in me that she hopes that along the road somewhere, somehow, she has instilled in her son better manners than she has witnessed lately in his peer group. She cited these examples: Example #1 - She drove a car full of children 20 miles to their friend’s house, after picking these children up at their own homes. She drops them off at the friend’s house and they get out of the car without so much as “good-bye”, “thank you for the ride”, or even a chauffer’s tip! Example #2 - Numerous of her son’s friends came to her home one evening. Being the alert yet mostly out of sight mother that she is when friends gather, she emerged from the back of the house just often enough to keep a watchful eye on things. At one of these emergences, she saw three girls actually going through her kitchen cabinets. In response to her incredulous, yet polite, question regarding their purpose for so blatantly violating her cupboard space, they informed her they were looking for food and saw some instant oatmeal they proceeded to make and eat. She had already set out drinks and snacks for the kids so they could have helped themselves, appropriately, to those. Example #3 - Although my friend is irritated and distraught by these examples, she understands that the parents of these kids are really the ones to be held responsible for this lack of common consideration. And who can blame the kids for it when their parents show up 45 minutes late to pick their kids up from her house?! Manners beget manners, and it seems there’s not a whole lot of begetting going on. My friend has raised her son to say “please” and “thank you” and god forbid - “yes ma’am” and “yes sir”. She’s aware that this doesn’t always happen, but again, awareness is the key to change. There are still standards of behavior that we all should follow called manners. All of us as parents need to be leading by example. Manners help us to peacefully and respectfully co-exist. Thank you, and have a wonderful day! 3 comments

Update on DiaBilly

By Robin Dearing
Tuesday, March 20, 2007

I hate to be a blog hog, but I asked Richie if I could cut in line so I could write a brief update on Bill since he was diagnosed with diabetes. All the test results are back and it's confirmed that my husband has Type 2 Diabetes. His body makes insulin but it doesn't use or process it correctly. He's on a really low dose of Metformin (brand name Glucophage). It lowers blood glucose levels primarily by decreasing the amount of glucose produced by the liver. And we've really started watching what food we buy and how we eat. A breakfast of cereal is no longer an option — nor is any meal that is predominantly carbohydrates. Now he eats eggs with fewer yolks and hearty whole-wheat breads. We're now eating fake butter and we've banned cookies and ice cream, regular soda and fruit juice. Three meals a day are a must. This can be tricky especially when you're traveling with a group of people. Fortunately for us, our recent trip to Austin was with great friends who understood Bill's situation and never complained when I said, "Bill's gotta eat" over and over again. Bill even earned the nickname "DiaBilly." Before the diagnosis, Bill and I had already decided that we needed to eat better and had begun buying pre-made dinners from Supper Solutions. These ready-to-cook meals are healthy and most are very low in carbs. Because we're so busy, these meals have been a lifesaver for us. As a result of the changes we've already made in these two weeks, Bill's blood glucose has been very good, often falling into the "normal" person's range. Follow up meetings with the diabetic counsellor and our family doctor left smiles on everyone's faces as they were very pleased with his dramatically reduced blood sugar levels. He's doing so well that with maintaining the diet and adding a regular exercise program, there's a chance he'll be able to control his diabetes without medication at all. It's a lofty goal but one we're hoping to achieve. Margaret and I are adapting eating a carb-conscious diet, but we are total cheaters. My parents are visiting and they parked their dessert-filled RV right next to the house — so it's easy to sneak out there for an after-dinner goodie. It's going to be difficult for Mar and I once they go home. Considering how difficult this disease is to manage, we feel very lucky that Bill is responding to it all the way he is. He never complains about having to test his blood over and over again throughout the day and rarely is bothered by having to forsake sugar. Instead he's looking at this as a way to actually improve his health with a balanced diet and plenty of exercise. So we thank everyone who called, expressed their concern and sent their well wishes. As we adapt to our new lifestyle, we know that it's all going to end up OK because we're surrounded by friends and family who are here to support us. 7 comments

Rockin’ mama

By Robin Dearing
Monday, March 19, 2007

Margaret spent the weekend in Denver visiting my mom's family. Even though I grew up in California, I have more family in Colorado than anywhere else. And I'm ashamed to say that I don't visit them often enough. I jokingly say that I come from hearty peasant stock, but really I just come from good people. And Margaret just loves them and had a great time playing with all my cousins' kids and visiting with my aunts, uncles and my gramma. Last time we visited with them, my cousins and I remarked how it used to be that we were the kids — now we're the parents ... and our parents are the grandparents and my gramma is the queen of it all — the great gramma (she's even great-great gramma to some). Jeeps, we're the parents now? How did I get old enough to be of the parental generation in my family? Old or not, I'm lucky to have the family that I do, especially for my parents who were willing to come all the way from California to watch Margaret for us while Bill and I flew to Austin, Texas for the weekend. Even though I'm more of a "late-summer chicken" now, instead of "spring chicken," I'm not going to pull out the polyester stretch pants and clip-on earrings just yet. My band played the Invasion of the GoGirls festival which is just one of numerous unofficial showcases that go hand-in-hand with the famed SXSW festival in Austin. It was a quick trip — we flew out Friday morning and back in Sunday — but it was long enough for us to see more bands than we could ever imagine seeing in one weekend. It seemed that every musician in the country descended upon the uber-cool Austin for this weeklong festival. There were literally bands playing in every imaginable space available. It was incredible. And there I was, this 36-year-old secretary/mother/wife, taking it all in. I almost forgot I was old — that was until the arthritis is my neck perked up to remind me of my "late-summer-chicken" status. We opened the GoGirls.com's line-up Saturday night and were beyond pleased (understatement) with the response we received from the generous crowd. Two adorable girls greeted us as we ended our set. They were the singer and keyboard player for another GoGirls band, Waiting 4 Wyatt. They are a plucky young band with a fun sound and a song currently being played on MTV. Their genuine enthusiasm was contagious and made me forget I'm old enough to be their mother — instead I just felt like another musician playing music. Some moms scrapbook or play tennis. I play guitar. Some married couples spend weekends away from their kids by relaxing on a beach or going out to shows. We go to music festivals and play rock 'n' roll. I never thought that getting older could be so much fun. 2 comments

From “High Needs” to “Spirited”

By Richie Ann Ashcraft
Friday, March 16, 2007

And so it begins...the terrible two's. I'm assuming it's plural because the behavior graph begins on both sides of the second birthday. My baby boy has gone from "high needs" baby to "spirited" toddler in just a couple of months. He's began testing me to see if throwing a howling tantrum while crumbling into a ball on the floor will make me cave enough so he can eat rocks in peace. The "Book of Lies" says to pick the toddler up when he's getting into something and distract him with a new activity. Yeah right! My kid will make a beeline right back to the thing he shouldn't be touching as soon as his feet hit the floor. He'll do this over and over and over again because he becomes fixated on things. Any thing that seems off limits is his favorite thing to touch. Daddy's bike is a particular favorite. He'll touch the chain getting grease on his fingers and rubbing it in his hair. Lovely! He'll turn the television on and off either via remote or manually, he really has no preference. He'll open cabinent doors and pull all the contents out. He'll take my folded stack of laundry and drop each piece off the side of the bed while erupting into 1-year-old giggles. He'll poke the radio, poke mommy's eye, poke the light switch, poke the stove, poke the lamp. When he's not poking he's pulling...pulling the baby spinach sprouts from the garden, pulling his toys out of the toy box, or a particular favorite...pulling mommy's hair or biting my toes. Sometimes the pulling backfires. A particularly strange cry came bellering from the living room. I rushed to find that a lightweight lamp had wrestled and pinned him by the back of the neck digging his face into the carpet. The lamp doesn't work anymore but the kid is fine. He eats well enough and is starting to "fatten" up, but he loves to throw food off the side of his high chair while watching my reaction. Or he'll spit milk into my face...my particular pet peeve. Every single night, the howling begins at his bedtime. Then it stops and begins again around midnight. Then it stops and begins again around the time my eyes are too blurry to focus on the clock. This kid is never going to sleep...I've just accepted that being his mom is a 24-hour job! And, I didn't even mention the head-banging!!! Somebody pour me a glass of wine....oh wait....nevermind.... 6 comments

Rite of Passage or Passed Out?

By {screen_name}
Thursday, March 15, 2007

It’s a scary world out there for parents of teenagers. And apparently it gets worse when they leave for college. There is an alarming new report out about binge drinking and drug abuse. Although I might argue with myself about “new”. College and drunken stupors go hand-in-hand. But I think the stakes are higher now, the drugs more addictive and dangerous and the consequences more severe. Or maybe it just seems that way because I’m on the other end of it now. Regardless, I don’t like it and it bothers me a great deal. What’s a mother to do? Or a father? We talk to Alex frequently about the dangers of over-indulging in alcohol or recreational drugs. He's been told that too much is not fun and can kill you. And that death is a pretty permanent condition. I’ve told him about kids from my high school who drove drunk and one was killed and one is living in a wheelchair hooked up to machines that feed him and breathe for him. Not pretty. And let’s face it. If you went to high school or college, chances are you drove drunk (or at least impaired) or were probably in a car with someone driving who was drunk or impaired. Statistically, you were just lucky if you made it home in one piece. I think the statement in the article that college administrators say there is little they can do about the problem is total crap. Isn’t the legal drinking age everywhere in the U.S. 21? And aren’t most college students under that age until the year they graduate? I bet a couple of big busts would get their attention. And I’m not talking about the ones being flashed at spring break . . . that’s a whole other topic for another day. 1 comments

Cars

By Robin Dearing
Wednesday, March 14, 2007

My parents are here for a visit and to watch Margaret for us while Bill and I travel to Austin this weekend. Monday I took the day off work so we could make the gorgeous drive through Gateway Canyon and to John Hendricks' car museum. Anyone who's made that drive knows its splendor. It is so beautiful. I love that drive. It so characterizes the Western Colorado landscape with its diversity and utter beauty. Then there's Hendricks' Gateway Canyons. I have mixed emotions about the development out there. I feel for the people who have lived their lives peacefully among the statuesque spires. But I also love having another reason to go out there to visit ... and believe me, the car museum is a great reason to make the drive. My dad has always loved cars and I developed a love of cars, too. The history of the automobile is a history of innovation and speed and glamour ... and I could go on and on. The collection that John Hendricks gathered is exceptional, with the $3.24 million Olds concept car being the cherry on an already delicious cake. Each car in the museum is special and the way that they are displayed is wonderful. It's a great place for an afternoon getaway. green.jpg orange.jpg red.jpg 6 comments

It’s good to be pregnant at K-Mart

By Richie Ann Ashcraft
Tuesday, March 13, 2007

There are so many unmentionable uncomfortable aspects to pregnancy that I just have to look for the little positive and cool things. Here's one of them: sign.jpg That sign is located in the K-Mart (Wait—is it called Big K now?) parking lot. There are two spaces reserved for pregnant mothers. How cool is that? I've never seen any other store that extends that courtesy. You would think that people would park there regardless of the sign but they really don't. That parking space keeps me going back to K-Mart for my little stuff like cleaning supplies and nail polish on a regular basis. I used it at Christmas, not really showing yet, and I felt a little embarrassed. But now that I have the rotund belly I intend to park there every chance I get for the next five months. All stores should take note and add a few "mom of little people spaces". What mom couldn't use a little more room to drag the double wide stroller out of the trunk, unshackle the kids from the back seat, strap them in, search for the diaper bag, grab the purse, lock the doors, unlock doors to retrieve cell phone, lock the doors, unlock the doors to retrieve sippy cup, lock doors, and then finally get the stroller moving without getting hit by oncoming store traffic? The WORST is when the occupants of the car next to you come up and stand there waiting to get into their car. I apologize but I can't really get out of the way fast enough much to my embarrassment. I haven't seen that many businesses extend an extra courtesy to moms. My little City Market on First and Orchard insists I let them load my groceries for me when I'm pregnant or even toting Soren. That's pretty nice. Motherhood Maternity offers a place for moms to breastfeed privately and without scorn or proof of purchase. Anybody seen other cool "extras" put out there by businesses just for moms? 4 comments

Small Town Blues

By {screen_name}
Monday, March 12, 2007

Sometimes I’m in serious need of a big-city fix. Grand Junction is a nice place to live, but we’re suffering more and more from big-city disadvantages without the corresponding advantages. We’ve got too much crime, too many drugs, burgeoning gang problems about which we seem to be in denial, traffic issues, growth issues, and on and on. What we don’t have are the things I really like about big-cities that make all the other stuff tolerable. Lots of ethnic restaurant choices, upscale shopping, wide variety of entertainment options and people out and about on the city streets past 10:00 p.m. who are having fun legally. Oh, boy - please don’t comment and tell me if I don’t like it here I can move. This is not a bitch session about GJ. I like living here. It’s my home for several more years at least. And yes, we have all the above-mentioned stuff, just not in large quantities. It’s just that, cue the music, sometimes you want to go where nobody knows your name. And you want to go to a stadium that seats more than half the entire population of GJ and happily plunk down $6.00 for a nasty Budweiser. And go to more than one mall on any given day, and go to the other three the next day. Alex and I were born and lived in big cities. He is definitely a big-city boy. He likes the action, the options, and the eating of gyros, curry, dim-sum and cannolis. He is fun to travel with and likes to go to lots of places once the destination is reached. He is equally happy to just hang out and veg in that same destination. So our mini-excursion to Denver this weekend was good for both of us. I went to the mall, he shopped for lacrosse stuff with his dad. We all went to the Pepsi Center Saturday night to watch the Crush play arena ball. I never heard of it until a few hours before we went - it’s indoor football played on a 50-yard field. It was fun and we had a great time. Then we cruised downtown. Did some other city stuff on Sunday and then I drove back over the mountains while Alex stayed behind to enjoy more of the front-range with his dad. It was a really beautiful drive back and I saw one helluva sunset. Honestly though, I could have used another day in the big-city. It was a lot of driving for a short break. I find myself kind of homesick for big city life. I could be suffering from a bit of grass-is-always-greener syndrome, but I’m not looking for a cure anytime soon. Next stop . . . . Seattle? San Francisco? Chicago? D.C.? 2 comments

Jolt to the system

By Robin Dearing
Friday, March 9, 2007

Earlier this week I told my fellow Haute Mamas that I wanted to write about this story and the fact that my band got its picture on the cover of the Out & About today. But as I was writing that entry earlier this week, I got a call from my husband. Our doctor was admitting him to the hospital. His blood sugar was sky-high and he suspected diabetes. After a two-day stay in St. Mary's, it's been confirmed. Our lives will never be the same. It's manageable, of course, but anyone who has this disease or who knows someone with this disease knows that it takes constant vigilance and dedication. Now we're just trying to adjust and alter all those things that need adjusting and altering. And we're answering the phone which hasn't stopping ringing. I'm so thankful to all our friends and family who have called with concern-tinged voices asking what they can do to help. Our dear friend and next-door neighbor was one of the many calls I fielded last night. As I talked about how I would be going on Bill's diabetic diet with him, she quickly chimed in, "And your neighbors, too." It may not seem like it, but I guess you could say that we're lucky. We're lucky that we caught this before his out-of-control blood sugar caused him to have a seizure. We're lucky that we have lots of treatment options and the ability to easily and quickly check his sugar levels. We're lucky that Bill's home and ready to do what he has to do to stay healthy. After all, it is what it is. 4 comments
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