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My Mother’s Typewriter

June 11, 2008

My daughter wants to play with my computer. It is a brand spankin’ new MacBookPro and she is two years old. It just ain’t happening.

I can remember back to when my Mom’s typewriter (Yes! I am that old.) was something I wanted to play with and bang around on. It was a Selectric Quiet Touch I think – very cool and BLUE! I loved it because of its color, and because it made these amazing soft clicky sounds when she typed. It was a magical thing. We didn’t watch television much when I was very young so I can remember days when I would sit and play and color and just watch my Mom, in the morning sunlight, sitting at the dining room table typing away. These were always good days, peaceful days filled with the wonder of what she might be doing on those beautiful sheets of creamy white paper. She could type so swiftly and rhythmically that it sounded like music on the keyboard.

It’s amazing that after all these years I can still remember the sound, almost exactly, as if I had just heard it a few minutes ago. It had an impact on me. And I think that watching her type away made me appreciate words – words that I could type, that I could read, that I could write. And I remember the day, oh, I must have been three or four, when I was finally allowed not just to approach, but to touch that beautiful electric machine. I was breathless. I only typed a bit because I was afraid I would break it, and I had grown to love its sound and the joy it brought my mother. But she encouraged me and I typed a bit more. I learned my A-B-Cs on that old typewriter. I learned my numbers. I learned to spell my name. I learned to spell Mom.

And so I relented, sort of. I dug out my old laptop, the one I had finally retired after months of battles. I couldn’t get rid of it, and now I’m glad I didn’t. Yesterday I sat in the sun at the dining room table with my daughter, a little younger than I was with my Mom, and I let her start banging away on the keys. The look on her face as letters started popping up on the screen was priceless. The memories it brought back made me appreciate once again the gift of words my mother had given to me all those years ago. It made me realize my obligation, my gift of being able to share my love of words with my daughter. Today, that love of words is taught with a computer instead of a typewriter, but the love is conveyed with the same joy, the same breathlessness.

My Mom’s typewriter is long gone now, drowned in a flooded basement. Mom uses a really nice computer and she still can type faster than anyone I know. Her fingers have arthritis and cause her to occasionally drop things, but when she is in front of that machine, dreaming of beautiful words to share, the pain goes away and her fingers fly.

________________________ 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 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!”

No Longer a Tagging Virgin – I’ve Been Tagged!

May 29, 2008

Hey, thanks to Daisy at http://daisyolsen.com/ for teaching me about memes and tagging (as in “Tag! You’re it!”). I have a lot to learn but I have found such a supportive group of friends and other Moms online with such a tremendous wealth of experience that I have never truly been alone. YIPPEE Daisy!

So here goes my first tag…

What was I doing ten years ago?

Planning my wedding, river rafting the rapids of the Colorado River and, recovering from a NASTY Brown Recluse spider bite;

Five things on my to-do list for today (well, tomorrow):

Work on metatags for cafepress store – redoing everything to have a better focus (other than Mom really, really needs some creative outlet and is drawing anything her two-year-old ASKS her to draw – HA! – advice??? Let me know – check it out at http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts;

Playdate for my daughter;

Run 5 miles (OUCH! And buy new running shoes SOON!);

Find something for dinner that balances the food groups somewhat while still enticing a two-year-old to eat;

Figure out how to transfer my wordpress blog (https://sugarsprouts.wordpress.com) to a self-host without losing everything (SCARY!).

Snacks I enjoy:

Triscuits with melted cheese; popcorn, Blue Moon beer that is ice cold with an orange wedge, strawberries, bananas and grapes, salt and vinegar chips, and Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey.

Things I would do if I were a billionaire:

After I give all my family and friends enough to never have to worry about anything, ever, I would: – take care of some good left wing causes (environment, women’s rights, etc.);
– help out some causes in countries in Africa where I have lived; and,
– ensure that no kill animal shelters like “Best Friends” in Kanab, Utah have enough to operate
without ever having to turn an animal away.

THEN, my hubby, my daughter, me and all our critters would have a special electric hybrid souped up RV designed and follow the Nascar (yes, I said it – the Nascar Circuit). READY BOYS! There’s a little bit of redneck in this here tree hugger!! At least that’s what my husband always says.

Places I have lived:

Ohio, Pennsylvania, Utah, Kenya, Tanzania, Madagascar, Arizona, New Mexico, and Washington DC.

Tag:
Lori at http://acowboyswife.com/

Katja at http://skimbaco.blogspot.com/

Erin at http://queenofspainblog.com/

Lisa at http://www.iowaavenue.com

Astacia at http://lifeontherunblog.com/

http://www.mayasmom.com/profile/bmxmom

http://www.mayasmom.com/profile/curlymama

http://www.mayasmom.com/profile/monkeysmama

________________________ 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!”

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

The Preakness

May 17, 2008

No, I am definitely NOT starting this by comparing my limping old bod to a thoroughbred horse.  But hey!  So I ran early today – 30 minutes, not too long but my long run of the week.  Drove into the park (Grand Canyon) and ran along the rim.  SO beautiful.  I heard robins and it was crisp and cool and clear.  Lots of visitors later on, but that’s the time of year.  It’s a great thing that people care to come visit.   But I ran early so I could rush back and watch coverage of the Preakness.

My hubby and I often go to local races, and pre-baby to the local bar that has off-track betting.  I always, as I tell the hubby, “cheer for a horse to win”.  I don’t know much about horse racing – I just know I enjoy it immensely.  The smell of the track, the crackling electricity in the air at the beginning of the races, the cheering crowds, and yes, the party atmosphere are all things I enjoy as I crack pen a nice cold one and kick back.

I have friends who are very PETA-oriented and hate the thought of horse racing and rodeos.  Other friends (in northern Arizona there is a wide variety of opinions and you can literally know people from all over the spectrum, all good people, but the ability to float between the groups without offending anyone is a learned skill) are rodeo riders, current and retired and one friend even owns a portion of a racehorse.  From them I understand that most of these critters (and admittedly there are horrific exceptions to every rule) are cared for and loved and not in the least abused.

This brings me to the Preakness.  I wasn’t going to watch it.  After the loss of Eight Belles in the Derby several weeks ago, I was so saddened that I thought I’d swear off watching any more this year.  But I can’t do it.  The horses and jockeys who will compete today have worked their lives and careers for this day.  They deserve the same support as they did had Eight Belles not been lost.  But it will still be sad.

I considered briefly in the days following the Derby if there was any correlation between women in the working world and the fate of Eight Belles.  She was one of the only fillies to rise to this type of success.  Was this a parallel for women in corporate America?  In any workplace?  Is the fate of Eight Belles significant to us all?

I pondered it, and possibly there is a link there.  But I had to eventually let it go.  It was just too sad to consider such a beautiful animal lost so tragically.  And I want to share this love of horses and exciting time of year with my daughter.  She already loves horses and mules and ponies.  She has ridden a tiny pony named Sprinkles at the county fair.  She has t-shirts with horses (I’m still working on getting that drawing right for my site, so for now other critters have to suffice).  He plays pony on her stick horse.  I want her to grow up thinking watching the pretty horses is fun, and not tragic.  She has the rest of her life to learn about tragedy.

I just hope I can protect her from it as long as possible.

__________________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!”

Poop in Potty

May 16, 2008

I just have to show my Mommy pride – the little one pooped in the potty for the first time this afternoon.  Off to celebrate with ice cream!!!!

Awesome Mom Blogger Alert – Suri Cruise’s Ladybug Shoes

May 14, 2008

So I spent my lunch break surfing around today trying to find other Mommy bloggers. And WOW! I found bunches, and good ones to. Ones that inspire. Ones that make me know I’m not too much of a “nut-job” for trying to do the home mom business thing.

In particular, there is one story I would like to tell. You may have already read about it online but here goes anyway. A small at-home business mom and blogger was selling adorable lady bug shoes. She sent a pair to Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes’ daughter Suri. Later, Tom and Oprah PROMOTED them on Oprah’s show. WOW!

Now I have had friends try and get things on Oprah. It just doesn’t happen. But it did to this shop owner. So go check out her shop: http://skimbaco.blogspot.com/. It’s great. Maybe your little one will find shoes like Suri’s or some other fabulous thing to make his or her day bright.

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!

And remember, you only live once. Do what makes you smile inside!

Being a Mom

May 14, 2008

I spent the last two hours simultaneously trying to hold down an angry, scared toddler while trying to pull a splinter from her foot.  It didn’t work.  We ended up at the doctor’s office where it took three nurses PLUS me and two shots of pain killer to get it out.  She recovered pretty quickly after though – lots of treats did the trick!

So my question is, to a toddler, having someone poking around in your foot for a splinter is the scariest thing ever.  Yet she recovered in minutes as if nothing had happened.  What has happened to us as adults that we hold on to hurts, physical and emotional for so long?  Have we lost the resiliency that children possess?

Take my marathon training for example.  Yesterdays went SO well, but I woke up this morning stiff and sore and convinced I couldn’t do it.  My daughter wouldn’t think that – she’d just get up and go.  What is it in children that grown-ups lack?  When do we lose that sense of invincibility?

Maybe it is common sense that settles in around 21 or so (in me closer to 31).  Or maybe it is the responsibilities that come with being an adult – having a job, paying the bills.  Or maybe it is that we actually did lose something, some sense of wonder that the world will always end up OK.

I don’t know for sure.  What I do know is that a toddler can be one of the best teachers.  They love all, forgive all, and when grumpy, eventually, after going limp baby on you, embrace all.  Maybe we all need to be more like our kids.

 

Why I am writing this blog and other cool stuff

May 13, 2008

Hey, by the way, I am a Mom, and a runner (well, trying to become one) and a designer. I am writing this blog to create interest in the beautiful part of the country I am so lucky to live in, as well as to promote and hopefully share the joy of my designs. Sometimes you may notice shameless links to my site – you can enjoy them or ignore if you aren’t interested. Whichever you choose. Hopefully our discussions and postings about our families, pursuits of exercise and smaller butts, shopping and such will interest many Mommys and more out there!

Marathon Mom has arrived!

May 11, 2008


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OK, so I decided my little one needs a good mommy role model. Yeah, I would prefer to plop my ass down in front of TV and watch a good rerun of “Eureka” on the SciFi channel, and eat a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey, but what message would that really send?  No, I have decided to do the unthinkable – I am training for a marathon.  And not the ice cream eating kind.

I have actually been a runner off and on my whole adult life.  I ran track in high school, kind of.  I was mostly a “jumper” in a school that prided itself on its long-distance trainers and hurdlers.  The jumpers (high, long and triple) kind of hung out on the mats, jogged around and usually ended up sharing a stromboli uptown while everyone else ran their butts off.  That was my track experience.  It was later, in northern Arizona that I discovered the runner’s high (for me, this was usually followed but an insatiable quest for pizza and beer), but still, I ran.  And then I quit for several years.  And then the Olympics (or a random track and field event on television) would get me going again.  It never became a habit.  It never became something I enjoyed.

But I became a Mom of “older gestational age” at 38 a few years ago and after that marathon, I decided I could truly do anything I set my mind to.   I mean, why not?  I have many friends who have crossed that finish line.  Besides, I didn’t want my little one to wake up one day and wonder why Mom’s butt was wider than the fridge.  Besides, she’s fast.  And she’s a little monkey.  I needed some speed and stamina to keep up with her.

And so this blog is dedicated to that purpose.  To share with you my training, my pain (and I expect I’ll be complaining a lot about the pain), my joys, and my accomplishments. 

And so, WELCOME!  I hope you all decide to join in to the conversation, and share your training stories, as well as your Mommy stories.  It’s all fair game here (but keep it clean please!).  Hopefully those of us training for the first time will encourage each other and take advice and strength from those who have already completed this mission.  Also, we can share our stories of painful butt muscles and Ben & Jerry binges. 

The training starts tomorrow ladies.  I am starting with a 16 week schedule to get me in shape for the actual 16 week marathon schedule.  We’ll start running four days per week at the beginning. 

Let the pain begin!  We can take it!!!!!!!

Check out my very cool designs at http://www.cafepress.com/sugarsprouts.  Feel free to make design suggestions on anything from kidwear to your very own uniquely designed marathon tee!