David Cook Wins American Idol!!

May 23, 2008

OK, I just have to say it. From my more serious polygamist post earlier today, I cannot help but go a little “pop”.

I love David Cook.

There. I said it. I am over ten years older than him but I love him for his talent, his humble nature, and those eyes. WOW! Those eyes. Hey. A Mommy can look can’t she?

The other David was awesome too – of course he was. He was flawless. But there was something special about the gritty way Cook approached his songs, the creative ways in which he changed classics (Billie Jean and Hello anyone?), and the notes. Ah, the notes. As a former music major myself, I know one of the more difficult things to master is the long-held, in-tune last note. And David is a master. Just like an Olympian ice skater throwing in a triple axle at the end of a program, these notes at the end of a lung-blowing rock song were astounding.

Don’t forget though, in the hubbub of Cook’s win, that for our kids, as much fun as American Idol might be, there REAL American Idol has a day all his own. Father’s Day is coming folks. Check out some new ideas for Dads (from shirts to beer steins, we’ve got it!) and carry on the ideal that is American Idol.

________________________ 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:
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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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Comparing the Polygamist Mormons (FLDS Church) with the Amish?

May 22, 2008

A great big shout out to the Life on the Run blog for it’s heartfelt and informative post of polygamy and plural wives.

I actually live VERY (frightening) near the FLDS community of Colorado City (otherwise known as Short Creek). **** It is not at all unusual to go into town and see one man, five wives, and a multitude of children entering the WalMart together. It is just accepted as the way things are. I have in fact heard people comment that it is no different than venturing into eastern Pennsylvania and seeing the Amish pull up in their buggies.

**** SIDE NOTE: Colorado City is actually two towns – Colorado City, AZ and Hilldale, Utah. Word is, whichever state is hassling them at any given time, they claim to be the OTHER state’s residents. Neither state has done much though, or these problems would have been quelled years ago. The town’s share law enforcement and politicians – they are in essence the same town. People don’t own their homes or land – the FLDS church does. Tick ’em off, you are out on your ear with nothing. Oh, and one way to tick ’em off GOOD is to NOT allow a perverted old man to marry your thirteen year old girl.

Now I grew up near the Amish and this is very, very different. The Amish do not force young girls into servitude as sex slaves. (And yes, call it religion if you like, but when you marry off a thirteen year old girl against her will to a 60 year old man for the purpose of reproducing and satisfying that sick old man’s sex drive, then THAT my friends IS a sex slave). The Amish honor their children.

The Amish also do not believe in multiple wives. Now, if an adult wants to willingly go into a plural marriage, part of me want to say OK. You’re decision honey. And in the case of television like “Big Love”, the women really do seem like they have made that decision freely. But what if you are, as the Life on the Run blog indicates, indoctrinated into this way of thinking? Is an 18 or 20 year old who has been told her whole life that God will only love her and allow her into heaven IF she is a plural wife any different than a thirteen year old?

Back to Amish briefly. At around 18, before being baptized, and most likely married, young Amish adults are allowed a time of Rumspringa (German for “running around” or “jumping around”). During this time a young adult may even leave the family fold for a short time to experience the world. But most Amish return home. They are not attempting to escape in the dead of night only to be captured and beaten and tortured before being returned to their 60 year old husband/captor (where they are likely beaten and raped again). Most Amish return home because of the love and tranquility they feel there. Amish subscribe to something referred to as Gelassenheit or humility, calmness and serenity.

So don’t go comparing the Amish to the FLDS polygamist sect of Colorado City and Texas. I have experienced watching them firsthand in public and in their communities. Yes, I have ventured into the community of Colorado City/Hilldale on occasion if I happen to be driving through and need gas, or a candy bar (no Diet Coke though – and heavens, NO beer!). It is like being in the middle of a macabre Stepford Wives horror film – the children (girls in their long dresses and boys dressed in crisp shirts and ties to play outside – not really a commentary on style but more a visual for you who have never been there) step back in unison as an unfamiliar car trolls by. Mothers warily enter their yards and gather their children near. They seem the protective and loving parents. And in some ways I’m sure they are. But can a Dad who has fathered forty children (not an exaggeration for an “elder”) even know all of his children’s names? Does he even care? And those same little girls playing in the yards will soon be auctioned off like cattle to the oldest man with the largest brothel. It is heart-breaking to watch.

And let us not forget the boys, Many of them, unless they are pegged to be something greater and therefore, cherished and protected, are set out. They are seen as a threat to the old men in their quests for younger and more beautiful wives. So they too are victims of this cult.

And don’t be fooled. This offshoot of the mainstream LDS church IS a cult. Any organization that attempts mind control, body control, financial control of its members is nothing else. And when you throw in a bit of sexual deviation and out-and-out rape of young girls, well, there you go. You have yourself an American born cult.

THANK YOU again to Life on the Run blog for bringing this issue forward today!

Also, kudos to Texas for at least in the present, appearing to have the balls to do what Arizona and Utah have been unwilling to do for decades.

Also, check out http://gosw.about.com/od/southwesthistory/a/polygamy.htm

_________________________ 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:
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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!”

Running Naked Through Sprinklers

May 20, 2008

It is HOT here. Hot in Arizona, but we aren’t in Phoenix or Tucson. We are in northern AZ, Flagstaff, Grand Canyon area. We’re in the mountains – it’s SUPPOSED to still be cool and nice. The last five or six years though, we have reached highs in mid-summer of near 100 degrees. That was unheard of fifteen years ago. So it’s hot.

And you will likely hear me whine about it quite a bit.

But one thing that has me smiling is watching my little one start to recognize the change in season. She is picking out her dresses every morning (as only a two-year old can do – awesome combinations of patterns and colors that only a child can wear and still look cute!) and lovin’ wearing her little pink Crocs. The days are longer and so warm that she can play outside until almost bedtime.

It reminds me of my childhood. But with one big exception. I feel badly that she will never run through sprinklers, in her swimsuit, or again, like all two-year olds, happily naked without a worry in the world, feet wet in the soft, sweet-smelling grass. Because you see, we don’t have grass. We have dirt and woodchips and cactus (yeah, even in the mountains). The only grass that would take root here would be the course, stuff that grows in clumps and thrives in the arid climate. I feel a tremendous guilt sometimes that she will never romp wild and free and BAREFOOT outside.

Now let me digress for a moment. We live in a spectacular place – truly. We have Flagstaff, AZ, Grand Canyon National Park, Williams, Sedona, Prescott and more. We have mountains and canyons. Views are breathtaking. Kids can grow up hiking and biking and enjoying the outdoors in a clean environment, breathing clean, relatively unpolluted air. It IS a great place to grow up. It is very different than my memories, but wonderful.

But still, no grass. No sprinklers. No running carefree through the water all day.

Except Sunday, we were invited to a friend’s house. I was advised we should bring her swimsuit and I thought she’d splash in a kiddy pool for awhile, then get all covered in the AZ mud that takes so long to scrub off because of it’s sticky resiliency. Ah well, if it makes her happy…

When we arrived I was surprised to see that our friend’s driveway had been turned into (sans grass) the play area of my youth. A HUGE sprinkler was set up for the kids to run through. Big towels and blankets spread out for relaxation (many layers because, hey, they WERE on hot asphalt, but still). The Moms hung out drinking cold drinks while the kids played. For hours. Running and squealing through the water, which in the desert they don’t get very often. The joy on my daughter’s face made me realize that it doesn’t matter if she has the east cost, grassy memories of MY youth.
She is happy. She is growing. She loves the experiences SHE is having, and that is what truly matters.

And sure, eventually some of the kids DID run naked through the sprinklers (but they were wearing their Crocs)!

__________________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

BIG BROWN! GO BABY GO!

May 17, 2008

PROJECTED WINNER IS:

BIG BROWN!!

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!

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!!!!

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!”

Marathon Mom in Training – Week 1, Day 3

May 16, 2008

Just did my third run – only 20 minutes, and I limped through a lot of it, having left my right knee behind me five minutes in, but HEY! My daughter greeted me at the door with the biggest smile and hug and kiss. It’s all worth it when I think of the message I will be sending her.

She was hanging with a friend while I ran. My friend told me that when I left, my little one peeked up and out the window, pointed and said “Mama running.” So she knows. At least she has some concept. Not to be too sugary sweet here or anything, but it is that tiny little person that will get me through (limping, cussing and probably minus both knees by then) to the finish line.

I want her to have the positive body image I never had. I don’t want her to be an emotional eater. I don’t want these horrific images of self-starved Hollywood types to be her ideal. When did Paris Hilton become beautiful? I don’t see it, no offense. She looks a bit like an underfed basset hound that has been bleached to within an inch of her life. I hear how all-natural and health conscious movie stars are but they all just look hungry.

Go eat a cookie already!

But I digress. I need the support of all of you too. So write in. Give me advice. Kick my ass. Get me out there and keep me running!

And I’ll eat a cookie or two for us all.______________

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!”

Guns in national parks

May 15, 2008

What the hell are Bush and his wacky minions DOING?  Dick (oops, I mean Dirk) Kempthorne states that apparently people need to feel safe in national parks so hey!  Let’s allow them to carry concealed weapons.  That will make everyone feel better.

I don’t live in a park anymore, but I used to, and when I did, believe me, they were the safest places ever.   We never even locked our doors.  But ya’ know what.  Some wild animal might come up and try and eat your head off right out the window of your gas-chugging SUV.  

And now, Dick, I mean Dirk, is being forced to protect Polar bears, but darn it, he is NOT going to make that force him to protect the gosh-darn environment – he just won’t do it dammit!

Getting these ignorant, right-wing, gun-toting asses out of control cannot happen soon enough.  And with that I will get off my soapbox.

Well, almost.  If you too cannot stand what our country has become (politically, environmentally, economically) please get out and vote. 

Please.

If you are reading this blog, you are probably a Mom, maybe a military Mom as in my family.  Protect your loved ones.  Bring them home.  Stop this war.  Stop the raping and pillaging of our environment.  Stop all the disgraceful spending.  Save this country for your kids.

Please.________________________________________________________________

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!”

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!