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More Polygamist News – Breaking News from MSNBC!

May 29, 2008

I have to say that in light of the MSNBC story
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24878696/,
I am just sad.

I wrote a blog post about a week or so ago
https://sugarsprouts.wordpress.com/2008/05/22/comparing-the-polygamist-mormons-flds-church-with-the-amish/ and I was so hoping this wouldn’t happen. But it did. So the shout outs to Texas are reneged. Come on guys. You KNOW this is happening and you know to date, Arizona and Utah have continued to sit on their hands. Why can you do nothing to protect these kids? I just don’t get it.

“Under Texas law, children can be taken from their parents if there’s a danger to their physical safety, an urgent need for protection and if officials made a reasonable effort to keep the children in their homes. The high court agreed with the appellate court that the seizures fell short of that standard.”

The women and young girls who have managed to escape this life, (and given the identically abuse-ridden tales that are told, it is NOT extreme to say they escaped) agree. Young girls are forced into nonconsensual sexual marriages with significantly older men, and when under a certain age (which differs state to state) that is rape. So when did rape stop being abuse? Is it no longer “a danger to their physical safety”? Rape?

And what of the girls from Colorado City Arizona who tried to escape only to be captured by their own fathers, beaten until almost dead, and returned to their “husbands”? Was this not abuse? Is there really no “urgent need for protection” against being beaten and returned to a rapist, dirty old man?

I agree with religious freedom. I tend WAY toward the left in wanting to ascertain that all of our rights as American citizens are protected. Saying it is worth giving up our freedom to stay free doesn’t ring logical in my mind. But this goes well beyond that. I guess if a grown woman, with no outside pressure chooses this life for herself she has that right (although legally she actually doesn’t). But if that right is taken away from a young girl and this lifestyle is imposed upon her, then that my friends IS abuse.

I hear so many people say it is religious freedom and we shouldn’t interfere. But wow are those same people up in arms when they hear of the welfare system abuse, and tax law abuse that goes on. We’re terrified of venturing forth into abuse that disguises itself as religion but let’s make sure we protect the almighty dollar.

I’m sure to some degree these mothers who want their children back truly love them. But it is these same mothers who will willingly give their daughters away as soon as an antique of a church elder decides he wants a new plaything.

I live practically next door to the Colorado City sect. It IS abuse wise Texas citizens. It is abuse in your state, in your back yard. I was hoping Texas could accomplish what Arizona and Utah don’t seem to have the balls to do.

Shame on Texas!

God bless those poor girls.

________________________ Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:
http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”

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Jogging with milk-filled boobies, and nursing in public

May 18, 2008

I tried to exercise while nursing. I really did. But my daughter and I kept this relationship going for over a year-and-a-half and frankly every attempt I made was thwarted with squirting milk and leak spots on my workout shirt. So I gave it up. Which is why I’m going after this marathon thing now.

But I’m thinking more about another milestone today, because today marks the anniversary of the surgery I had that ended the nursing relationship. And I must admit I am feeling a little blue.

I look back at how complicated developing the whole nursing routine was. My daughter was a severe preemie and couldn’t grasp my oh, so huge boobies. Her oxygen tubes kind of eliminated that for several months as well. But once that O2 came off, watch out! She was a nursing fool. And not a leisurely nurser either – she got right down to it and ate and ate – making up for lost time having her milk through feeding tubes and then pumped and served to her in teeny tiny preemie bottles.

But that was the easy part. Go figure. It was trying to keep my very hungry preemie baby fed when I ventured out of my house that was the pain in the butt. Not feeding her, but the comments from all and sundry. Family members actually scolded me for nursing her in public (aren’t we a little past that already?). One family member held a blanket up around us like a huge curtain so I wouldn’t be seen (AHHH! Scarlet letter “N”!!!!).

A woman with VERY nasty breath lectured me at a local restaurant for feeding my baby at the table. Apparently her husband was offended. Side note, it was a booth, well hidden and fairly dark. And no, I never used a blanket – talk about calling attention to yourself. And it’s not like I was doing something illicit. I was feeding my child. Besides, sorry, after all that O2 I wanted my girl to have fresh air to breath. And what kind of message am I sending her at that tender young age if I am HIDING her under a blanket. No way sister.

By the way, to what I thought was my hubby’s chagrin, but I later pleasantly found out was true PRIDE, I told that bitchy woman that her breath was far more offensive to my meal than the tiny bit of boob I was flashing. And if you don’t want to see it, don’t look. She huffed away I recall (as her husband gawked from their table). He sure didn’t LOOK offended to me.

Seriously though, I had friends who have never had children (and one who had but chose not to nurse, HER choice yes, and one that our of respect for her I didn’t question, but I never understood. I seem to recall she “wanted her body back”. Hmmm, she’s in for a rude awakening.) who all had opinions. I digress. Anyway, I had friends who at one year proclaimed it time to wean.

Didn’t know I asked them to weigh in. I mean, this is the only child I will have. I am OLD. And this relationship is very special, to her from a nutritional and hopefully bonding standpoint, and for me the same. Breast-feeding lowers risks of breast cancer. The benefits to the baby are well documented. And the relationship between mother and child cannot be described.
But hey. Many people just felt the need to comment. Family, friends, the general public (I lived in a very small place at the time). And I chose to ignore them all. This was between my daughter and me and no one else.

And by the way, for those of you who suggest that nursing women should go to the bathrooms to nurse, why don’t YOU take your greasy, dripping burger and beer and try and prop your fat ass on a toilet and eat.

You don’t eat on the pot where you crap. No way in hell my baby does either.

(Wow! I just reread this. Didn’t realize I was still quite so pissed off. Oh well.)

____________________ Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:
http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”

Check out this site for some cool insights: http://wetfeet.typepad.com/wet_feet/2006/07/boobie_talk.html

More thoughts on the Preakness

May 17, 2008

I think I feel guilty. Now as I wait for the Preakness to begin I am watching the clips of the Derby and the whips. I know, my “horsie” friends tell me the whips don’t hurt, but how could they not? Maybe I was too quick to believe the horses weren’t harmed in any way because I just enjoyed watching too much.

There is much talk now of two things: banning whips, although jockeys and trainers say it would be disastrous. But you know, I never even tap my dogs nose with a newspaper, and I would NEVER hit my child for any reason, so I go back and question myself, and again my personal motives and wonder why this never bothered me before.

Also being discussed is disallowing pain killers, not to cause the horses pain, but to make trainers and owners pull horses that are hurting and allow them to heal instead of racing themselves to injury, or in the case of Eight Belles, even death.

Ultimately I wonder where we stop. Are the breeders today breeding for strength and durability, or are they breeding primarily for the Triple Crown races and later stud line? If it is the latter, how ethical is that? If, as horsie people say, the animals love to race, is breeding only for the few big races that will bring millions in sales and stud feeds really in the best interest of the horses. Why is running a horse who could be injured seeming to become more and more predominant? Is it because, like we are all hearing about Big Brown, that he may never race again after this season? Are horses really being bred for money and not sport? Do I even want my daughter exposed to that? Or can those who just love horses keep the spirit pure?

I would be really interested in hearing from all of you, many of whom have more horse experience than I. There are lots of opinions out there and I am open to hearing them all.
But I must say, the Budweiser ad with “Frank” in training rocks!

____________________ Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:
http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!

Still learning at an “advanced maternal age”…

May 16, 2008

I am just getting into this whole blogging thing, and I have to tell you, for a fairly Type-A personality IN PERSON, I have found it surprisingly scary to interact on the web.  I don’t know why?? 

Maybe it is because I can’t read body-language to sense when it is OK to “jump in” to a conversation.   Maybe it’s simply because it’s new.  I’m not sure.  But I can tell you that so far, I have found a wonderfully supportive group of Moms who have been willing to give me advise and support.  I feel like I have made a whole community of new friends in just the several months I have been at this.  But it is still new and scary and these are not feelings I like or am accustomed to.

I think the only other time I recall feelings resembling these was when I first entered the “Mommy crowd” in our neighborhood – play-groups, playground get-togethers, mall days, etc.  I was so out of my element.  Most of these Moms, even though they were all pretty friendly (I mean they invited the old lady to attend, right?), are also significantly younger than me, and that fact was made very clear as I look at their polished, unlined faces and hear references to things in their childhood that I recall distinctly as being my own recollections from college or later.  (Oh, the FIRST Gulf War atrocity.  Yeah, I remember having a few beers with friends and hearing about it on the news.  OH!  You were just starting kindergarten and only remember your parents being upset.   Hmmmmm…)  EEK!  I got over that one pretty quickly though because no one but me seemed to care.  I don’t even think they noticed.  Of course, I tried 9and still try) not to broadcast my “advanced maternal age”.

I was however, not attuned to any kid’s shows (Dora who?), or toys (my little one was still under 6 months) and I felt at a loss in conversations about potty training.  How old are they for that – five or six?  HA!

I could talk for hours about my old work, but no one cared about politics and communications anymore.  I was always very at ease in those work situations because I had felt in control, and also in social situations because I was the proverbial butterfly.  I loved the bar scene and parties.  But now I was attending children’s birthday parties and while I could throw a mean cocktail party with little notice was terrified of my little one’s impending first birthday.

So, if I chicken-shit out and don’t throw her a big first birthday bash for all the play-group kids will I stunt her for LIFE?!?!

But surprisingly, in time, heading to story-time at the library became less tenuous because I started making and receiving phone calls to attend with other Mommys and kids.  The first call had me feeling like I was calling a boy for the first time in Junior High.  I was sweating and hung up twice before it rang.  I think I was so afraid that these Moms were only being nice to me because of my daughter but that they could see RIGHT THROUGH me to my former self.  I mean becoming a Mommy, while it is the very best thing that has ever happened (and I don’t give a damn about that cliché – it’s true!) wasn’t exactly planned.  I was sure they saw me as a fraud and I was afraid of putting myself out there for ridicule and rejection.

But I made the call.  And the Mommy and her son weren’t home.  They also didn’t call back because they were out of town, but of course, I thought I was being dissed by the Mommys.  But I tried again the next week and guess what?  They came by and played on the swings and we went to story-time together.  This sort of opened up invitations from others and made it easier for me to be the initiator. 

Now, I doubt I will ever be the host of massive play-dates.  I just don’t think I have that in me right now.  Excuse number one – I’m old remember?  But I feel pretty secure in the Mommy friends I have clicked with – and a few that I like that otherwise I would have never crossed paths with.  And while I may never be close to these women, I am at least friendly with them.

And this leads me to my current situation of trying again to wade through the Mommy Blogs, identify ones that seem to “click” with my personality and introduce myself.  Kind of scary, but I’m working through it.  I think I’ll be OK.  Because all-in-all, when it comes to being a Mommy, we DO all have something in common that anyone who isn’t a Mommy can never relate to. 

I just hope I don’t come on too strong. 

For those Mommy Bloggers (and others!!) I’m communicating with already:

Jeff at www.alignnorth.com

Kim at http://buchheitcreative.com/

http://skimbaco.blogspot.com/

http://acowboyswife.com/

http://www.tubbybundle.com/blog/

http://queenofspainblog.com/

http://www.cafepress.com/argylestripes

and those I will in the future,

                           kick my ass if you need to.

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Art imitates life, and life imitates art.

What I see every day influences what I create, so writing this blog and creating my designs are natural extensions of who I am.

If you are interested in viewing my designs, primarily for kids but also some cool stuff for adults and also doggies (who we all know are integral parts of all families) check them out at:
http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts

See you around the mountains and canyons of northern AZ!

“If you don’t laugh at life, it sneaks up and bites you in the ass!”