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Friday, March 30, 2007
After Alex and I finished dinner I turned on the TV while I cleaned up the kitchen. There wasn’t much to clean up - the remnants of a spinach, tomato and feta cheese pizza, some carrot sticks with low-fat ranch dressing and skim milk.
A news report caught my ear and I listened as the reporter talked about the results from a new study that was just published in the New England Journal of Medicine
. It was not good news. The study found that this generation (our kids) is projected to have the first-ever shorter life expectancy than the previous generation due to the rising incidence of childhood obesity.
In other words, our kids are expected to die 2 to 5 years sooner than their parents because they are too fat!
Check out these reports here
or just Google “childhood obesity and life expectancy” for more.
It should come as no surprise to anyone that America is getting fatter. Not just fat, fatter. Remember when you were in grade school and there was maybe one or two kids at the most who were fat? They got teased and definitely chosen last for kickball. Today, what’s the big deal? The fat kids don’t even stand out from the crowd anymore.
Don’t start squawking that I’m mean and insensitive and all that. People who are fat, know it. Like me, for instance. I’ve been trying to lose the same 5, OK 8, pounds for three years. My goal is to eventually weigh what my driver’s license says I weigh. But being fat is no longer a self-esteem or “value” issue. It is a serious health issue and now we have passed it along to our kids.
There are a gajillion reasons why and I’m not going into them all here. But the biggest reason of all? Yep, the common theme this week - parents who are not paying attention to their kids and what their kids are eating! Kids do not have a lot of control over what kind of food is in the house or what kind of food is put in front of them to eat. That’s their parent’s job. And there are plenty of resources available to parents who want to make some changes so their precious children will live longer than they will.
One of those resources locally is the Mesa County Health Department’s new Shape Down program for kids and their parents. You can call (970) 683-6650 for more information on that one.
Anybody know of other resources? Post a comment to tell us. Gotta run because today is Cookie Day here at work and there are about fifteen varieties calling my name!
By Robin Dearing
Thursday, March 29, 2007
My mom and I made a quilt.
OK, it's not quite done yet but all that's left is to quilt it and put the binder on (yes, I realize that those are pretty huge things, but still ... we've got the top done!). My mom and I worked on it, off and on, for most of their trip here and we're really pleased with how it came out.
Quilting is something that my mom and I have been doing together since my dear friend — and frequent Haute Mamas commenter — Marlys was married ... um, I wanted to put "a long time ago" but that makes us seem so old ... anyway, when we found out that Marlys was getting married, we decided to make her a gift.
While visiting a craft fair, we saw a demonstration of the Quilt-in-a-day
method for making log-cabin quilts. We were inspired by the ease of the method and off we went.
Since, then we have made quilts on our own and have collobrated on others. And have even moved beyond the easy, Quilt-in-a-day, log-cabing quilts. Margaret has this lovely pink and white quilt patterned with hearts that my mother hand quilted and gave to her when she was born. Margaret has used that quilt for her entire life.
Then when Margaret was about a year and a half old, my mom and I made this quilt that Bill and I have been using on our bed for five years now:
Look at all those triangles. My mom said, "No more triangles!" after that one.
While we were working on our most recent quilt, she asked, "Why don't we just do log cabin for now on?"
We may not be in Sherida's quilting league
yet, but we sure are having a good time trying to get there.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
To help soften my tirade below, I wanted to post this picture of my nephew engaging in the toddler toilet-paper-caper, like Soren.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
This post is kind of like the people who write in to You Said It
complaining about “the blonde woman in the blue SUV who cut me off.” Dude, they’re not reading and they don’t care anyways. I know that the people to whom this is addressed are not reading it and they don’t care anyways. And all you parents who are good, responsible parents can just skip it.
Urgent message to Mesa County Parents:
Hello? Hello? Is there anybody out there? Hello?
Yeah, that’s the feeling I’m getting this week from a lot of you. Well, not you because YOU’RE NOT THERE!
It’s the feeling I’m getting from your kids. They know you’re not there and lots of parents who are doing their job as parents and paying attention to their own kids are paying the price for YOU not doing the same.
Let me just clue you in on what your kid might be doing while you’ve decided to take a leave of absence from your parental responsibilities.
Heard of Myspace? Ever been there? Ask your kid to take you on a guided tour. I don’t care what its original purpose was, this Web site is being abused right now and is one of the most dangerous places in America for unsupervised children. And that would be most all of them using it. Lovely messages going around this week posted by a kid in Mesa County from another kid’s Myspace account giving specific and graphic descriptions of sex acts between other Mesa County kids - complete with the anatomically correct use of “sex toys”. Real special. Did your kid write it? Would you know? I discussed it with two attorneys and they confirmed that posting sexually graphic crap like that is a crime in Mesa County. One local kid has already been found guilty of misusing Myspace and has a criminal record that will haunt him the rest of his life. Could your kid be the next one? It’s not that hard to track down who posts stuff.
Do you know where your kid was last night? Could they have possibly been running through my neighborhood throwing eggs at my house? I know there’s probably not a parent of a teenager out there who hasn’t been the victim of an egging. But I don’t think it’s cute or funny or a rite of passage. I think it is what it is - criminal mischief, vandalism and trespassing. And if and when the cops find out whose kid it was, you can bet I’ll press charges. And you might want to read up on the Make My Day
Hey - if I become known as the crazy mother of the neighborhood, I’m totally OK with that. I’m sick of the absentee parents who are too lazy and too irresponsible to raise their own kids. But most of all I feel very, very sorry for their kids who are allowed to do, say and act however they want because there are no consequences for them and they know their parents aren’t paying attention and don't care anyways.
And it breaks my heart for those kids.
For the rest of us parents - thanks for caring and good job!
By Richie Ann Ashcraft
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Other possible titles include: "Thank God Alex is Over That," "Aaawww....Remember when Margaret used to....," or "I Just Can't Wait Until My Baby Does That!
I've recently learned that toilet paper is the coolest toy ever! Luckily, it's digestable.
These things are everywhere except on his actual feet.
This will be the "Summer of Smeared Toes." I really won't have to worry about this much longer because pretty soon I won't be able to reach them anyway.
Know what this is? I know it's hard to tell but this is a Spider Man Band-Aid. We don't own anything that doesn't have some kind of Marvel Comic character on it anymore.
It's blurry because a mysterious tiny fingerprint showed up smack in the middle of my camera lens. I wonder how that happened?
By Robin Dearing
Monday, March 26, 2007
When my family and I wheeled back into town a week ago Sunday, we were surprised to see that our apricot tree was in full bloom.
Normally, as spring starts to slowly invade the valley, we notice new growth on the roses, the grass starting to green and the buds on the trees. This year, it seems, we didn't have the time to notice that spring was on its way. Instead we blinked and our yard had awoken from its winter slumber.
Maybe we didn't notice because it happened earlier than it has in the past. Last year our apricot tree bloomed on March 25, this year it was March 18. And it seems that I'm not the only noticing trees blooming earlier.
Whether it's the effects of global warming or not, spring is here early this year and with it came the spring yard cleaning.
As I've mentioned before, my parents are visiting. While my mom and I have been working on making a quilt, my dad has been spring cleaning our yard, garage and shed.
And let me tell you, they have never looked so good.
Anyone who knows Bill and I, know that we are ... ahem ... not the most fastidious folks — but my folks are.
My dad recently acquired a leaf blower and sucker, which he has used on every inch of our yard. Then he raked and cut back all the dead growth on our perennials. Then he organized all the junk and non-junk in our garage and shed. He even organized the pile of garbage we intend on putting out for the city's annual spring clean-up.
Yes, we have the more organized garbage pile in the city.
Bill and I are thrilled and a little embarrassed. My dad worked (non-stop) for a day and a half and now our yards look really nice. We have promised ourselves that we are going to keep them looking nice.
Let's hope we keep this promise.
The only bummer about the whole thing is that we realized that while we were in Denver a week ago, someone "borrowed" the picnic bench that has been in our front yard since before we even bought our house.
It wasn't new or even really that nice, but that picnic bench has supported the rears of so many of our friends and families and was a staple of our front-yard seating. We are very sad that it is gone.
I hope whoever borrowed it gets a big ole splinter where the spring's joyful rays of sun don't shine.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Three days of extreme teenage angst and drama has left me completely drained and exhausted. I’m not even gonna go into it here.
So last night was Bunko Barbie night. Yes, in spite of my initial misgivings I still go. But last night I was just so not in the mood. I was crabby, grumpy and generally ticked off for good reasons. I really wanted a couple martinis, but I decided to be mature (ha!) and go for a nice long walk to let off some steam and get those endorphins going and all that crap.
I headed down to the river trail - you know, the one by Blockbuster thinking I would pick up a good chick flick after my walk. I set off at a brisk pace muttering to myself and having a good time at my own pity party. I turn the corner on the trail and encounter about 4 or 5 young adults (and I use the term loosely) coming towards me. The young man (again, I’m giving him credit) has a large stick that he is hitting the other ladies (?) with. They are laughing, sort of, so I assume it’s all in good fun, sort of.
As they approach me, I give the male dude my best hairy eyeball, thinking he has been raised by something other than wolves and assuming he would get the message that his behavior was inappropriate. He responds by giving me some sort of smart-ass response. Wrong.
Thinking I was six feet tall, bullet-proof and forgetting I was in a place where my body could be easily disposed of, I respond, “Dude, you so do not want to **** with me right now.” And I continued my walk that was supposed to be making me feel better.
I admit - there’s probably one or two things wrong about this scenario. But the most wrong of all was that I had foolishly forgotten my pepper spray that I am almost never without when enjoying the great outdoors. Then I really started to regret that even though I took the class, I never did apply for my concealed carry permit.
It made me sad that I don’t feel safe in this town anymore. Not walking the trails, not in the area of downtown in which I work, not on Main Street after dark, not in our parks, not even driving the streets where some meth-crazed maniac can kill me or my family in an instant. I don’t even think our schools are safe.
It’s depressing and indicative of the wrong kind of growth this valley has experienced and the miscreants we’ve allowed to take over like kudzu. Or tamarisk to be more geographically accurate. So, what’s a mother to do? Not walk the river trail when she’s in a bad mood? Sing Kumbaya? Wear a WWJD bracelet?
Time to re-think the concealed carry permit.
I can use it for my water pistol.
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.
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.
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
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!
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.