Archive for December, 2008

T-Mobile Let Business Walk Away

Shopping for cell a cell phone carrier can feel as slimy as shopping for a used car. That’s why I’m grateful that my DH manages both of these duties. But I’m compelled to share this moronic story from his recent adventures in the wireless world.

Our current carrier is Verizon. We’ve got three phones with them (mine, my husband’s and my daughter’s). We’ve got our minutes and our texting plan, and we’ve been fairly satisfied with their service (except at the Lake of the Ozarks). Our two-year contract was up with them in December, so my husband began shopping around because I’d like an email option with my “upgrade” and my daughter would like more texting. After doing quite a bit of research into plan options, my husband had our selection narrowed down to Verizon and T-Mobile, and we were leaning toward T-Mobile. Until today.

We had heard that there are some coverage issues with T-Mobile in our neighborhood, and when you check it online, it’s questionable. I use my cell phone for work, and I work from home, so that would be a deal killer. My husband went to one of the local stores and told them he is ready to sign the two-year contract with them, but first he wanted to bring a T-Mobile phone to our house and make sure it would send and receive calls.

The sales rep said no.

My husband said he’d leave his driver’s license and a credit card, and we only live a few miles, and we’d be happy to use the sales rep’s phone, etc., etc.

The sales rep said no. He said we’d have to sign up, ink the two-year contract and then we could bring OUR new phone home and try it.  How generous of him! That’s some serious diplomacy.

My husband told him if we couldn’t try a phone from our home first, we’d take our business back to Verizon.

And the sales rep let the sale walk right out the door.

I guess this economy isn’t affecting T-Mobile. Good for them.

These people, and this person, and these people experienced T-Mobile coverage problems, so maybe that sales rep did us a favor.

NOTE: I feel compelled to to pull the punch I threw at the used car industry. It was strictly for literary purposes. :)   In fact, we recently purchased a used Honda Odyssey from Bommarito Honda in Hazelwood, MO and the entire experience was a good one, including the follow-up service we’ve had thus far. Maybe the cell phone industry could take a few lessons.

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Youth Sports — How much is too much?

I’ve written a lot about my 13-year-old daughter being a competitive swimmer. She’s now training at the highest level for our swim club after having achieved her first sectional cut in August. What that means right now is that she has 21 scheduled two-hour practices between Dec. 19 and Jan. 5.

Last week, as she was getting ready for her second practice of the day, my father-in-law said that he thinks her practice schedule is “too much.” He said he doesn’t think young kids should be pushed so hard. I would agree with him if we were pushing her.  I might even agree with him if I thought her coach was pushing her. But SHE is the one who wants to be present for 21 practices. SHE is the one who decided about a year ago to up her weekly practices from four per week to five  or six per week. SHE also is the one who started seeing the results in the pool as her times began noticeably dropping. And as she matured, her mental game matured as well — she began reading about her sport, learning more about nutrition, hydration and dry-land training, and practicing mental racing strategy before meets. She started listening more attentively and incorporating more thoroughly the suggestions of her coaches.

But things weren’t always that way.  My DD began swimming competitively at age 6.  And the first five-plus years of her swimming “career” looked much different from her swimming commitment today. When she was in our “bronze” training group, several of her friends got moved up to the “silver” group ahead of her. Her father and I didn’t pound on the coach’s door, demanding to know why she hadn’t moved up with her peers. We knew why. When her friends were swimming laps to build endurance, she was taking bathroom breaks. When her friends were doing the drills to improve their strokes, she was swimming to the bottom of the pool and pretending to be a dolphin.  But once her friends got moved up ahead of her, she had a new motivation. Still, it was for purely social reasons that she kicked things up a notch in order to advance. 

As my DD progressed through the next two levels of our swim club, she practiced three times a week, and we often had to insist on that third practice. We had to remind her of her commitment and suggest rewards for attendance (i.e. getting to go to travel meets) and consequences for skipping (i.e. NOT getting to go to travel meets). Some of her peers were practicing five days a week at that point, and I even heard of 9- and 10-year-olds who were practicing six days a week. Maybe we could’ve made our daughter attend more than the minimum practices, but I wonder what purpose that would’ve served.  Certainly, her practice ethic showed at swim meets. She didn’t embarrass herself, but she wasn’t at the top of the pack. Sometimes she made the relay, sometimes she didn’t. She bore the natural consequences of her time, or lack thereof, at practice.

Now, at the age fo 13, the threat of not “letting” her attend a swim practice is just about the only discipline my husband and I have to use to reduce backtalk, improve sibling relations, or motivate the completion of chores. She just WANTS it.

According to this article, by the time girls reach age 13, 70 percent of them will quit soccer and other team sports. Maybe those 13-year-olds were pushed too hard at the age of 8, 9, or 10? According to a CNN.com interview with Cal Ripken Jr., “seriousness occurs naturally in a sport.” He also encourages parents to “just allow the process to unfold.”

Don’t get me wrong — my husband and I have made our mistakes when it comes to being swim parents (and when it comes to being parents in general, for that matter). We’ve failed to hide our disappointment when she adds time at a meet, even when the coach told us it would happen.  We’ve  tried to “coach” her before races, even though neither one of of us ever swam competitively. We’ve compared her to other swimmers, despite advice not to do so.  But we’ve also learned a lot along the way. We’ve got some great “role model” parents in our club — parents of older children who have learned the fine art of supporting their young athletes.  We’ve also got great coaches who offer up words of wisdom, like “Do you know realize how many other swims your son/daughter is going to have between now and the end of college? That (DQ, missed race, etc) is no big deal.”

So I guess my amateur answer to the “how much is too much” question is this: It’s too much if you’re having to push your child to do it. And I think most parents who say their children “need to be pushed” are probably fooling themselves. That’s like saying a child needs to be pushed to play.  Certainly, a child may need to be pushed to finish schoolwork or chores. But a child should enjoy his or her sport. I agree with Cal — seriousness occurs naturally in a sport. If that natural progression is allowed to happen, then I believe there is less likelihood of burnout.

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Product that falls into the “who knew” category

My family went out to dinner tonight, and with our 14-month-old along, that process involves finding a place to let the baby walk around while we’re waiting for our food.  The weather is unseasonably warm in St. Louis right now, so my DH took DB for a walk outside the restaurant. In doing so, he spotted a product in the window of a wild bird supply store that neither of us knew existed — a bird bath heater.

I buy a big bag of “critter” feed every fall, and to my husband’s chagrin, I throw it all over our deck throughout the winter.  I mainly do this to attract squirrels. I like to watch squirrels and I like to take pictures of squirrels.  The seed also attracts birds, and some of them are pretty and worth watching.  My family owned parakeets when I was young, and I even owned an African Grey Parrot for a few years (that’s a story for another post). In other words, I’ve had friends that are birds.  And I understand that people spend money on bird baths, but it never occurred to me that people HEAT those bird baths.

Admittedly, the people in my household are far from the “animal activist” category. Not that you need to be an animal activist to want a bird bath heater. And there’s nothing wrong with being an animal activist (hee hee). But I’ve found that my interest in animals — particularly animals that I’M responsible for — diminishes with each child I’ve birthed. Therefore, I now barely agree to feed and water our Yorkie, whom I adored when we brought her home four or five years ago. In fact, we got her because I was wanting another baby and I thought she would do the trick. Not so much. 

These days, I only like animals that live with other people, or ones that live outside and take care of themselves. Throwing seed out the back door onto the deck doesn’t feel like a responsibility to me. But I think the maintenance of a bird bath — especially a heated one — would make me feel burdened.  However, if you’re interested in such a gadget, you can find one here, along with some pretty good reasons for providing such a luxury to your feathered friends.

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Christmas Memories

Like a lot of people, some of my favorite childhood memories involve Christmas.  It’s a magical time when you’re a child — the excitement of waking up on Christmas morning, getting out of bed and racing to see what Santa left under the tree. I remember those agonizing moments that seemed like hours when we had to wait for my mom and dad to brush their teeth, put on their robes, brew the coffee and get their cameras ready before we were allowed to emerge from the hallway and see the payload. I remember the drink and wet doll, the Barbie Townhouse and Barbie Airplane, and the Pong video game system. I remember decorating cookies and skipping school one day each December to go to downtown and see Santa at the Christmas display in Famous-Barr.

Although those are special memories, some of my fondest Christmas memories have taken place during my adult years.  I remember the bittersweet feeling of leaving my fiance in South Carolina to come home to St. Louis and spend one last Christmas with my family as a single woman. I remember thinking the Atlanta airport was the loneliest place I’d ever been when I was waiting for my departing flight that holiday season.  And I remember the extreme excitement I felt as I made my connection through that busy hub on my way back to Easley, S.C., knowing I’d never spend another Christmas away from the man who became my husband a few months later.

I remember just one year later, our first Christmas together as husband and wife — living unexpectedly back in St. Louis.  I remember thinking it was one of the coldest December’s I’d ever known, but my blood was still very thin from living in the South. I think the thing that made me the happiest that year was hanging a Hallmark “Our First Christmas” ornament on our tree.  That ornament — complete with a picture of us looking MUCH younger — hangs on our tree today.

Of course, I fondly remember our first Christmas as parents.  Our DD was almost nine months old at her first Christmas.  I remember shopping for that “perfect dress,” and putting a Fisher Price dollhouse and a few other toys in layaway at K-Mart. But the holiday took on a whole new significance for me that year. I’m a Christian and always believed the Christmas story. But for the first time, when I heard the Christmas story, I really thought about Mary. The song “Mary Did You Know” describes the thoughts that formed in my head as I held my own baby that Christmas. And I’ve returned to those thoughts every year since. Did she know? And if she did, was she able to experience the same joy at becoming a mother that I experienced all three times it happened to me?

I’ll think of Mary and her baby, Jesus Christ our Lord, again tomorrow as I celebrate Christmas Eve with my family at our church. I’ll also try to remind my children why we’re celebrating and creating memories that I hope they will one day look back upon with joy and happiness.

What are your fondest Christmas memories?

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12 Days of Christmas

I just got back from COMPLETING my Christmas shopping.  Yeah.  I’m all done. I’ve got three things left to wrap (thanks to the wrapathon my DH and I conducted Friday night). I’m in good shape. Plus, I got to finish my Christmas shopping in my new (used, but new to me) minivan. I wrote about totaling my Kia here. Now I’m sporting in a Honda Odyssey, which I’ve coveted for some time.  I’ll write more about it later.

So, while basking in my “done shopping” glow, I came across this fun 12-days of Christmas video on You Tube and thought I’d share it.  It’s worth the three minutes it takes to watch it.

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Love My Flip video camera

I got a new Flip video camera by Pure Digital Technologies right before the Thanksgiving Holiday and I absolutely love it. It’s almost foolproof, and the built-in software makes it incredibly easy to load your videos onto your computer and then upload them to your blog, MySpace, You Tube and any other Web site.  It also has functions for saving the videos for emailing, creating movies with music and even capturing pictures from shots in the movies. I literally learned how to use this camera and its software in about 15 minutes. It actually only took about three minutes to learn to use the camera, and 12 minutes to learn to use the software.

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As you can see from the photo, the Flip fits right into your palm, and it has a little USB connection that “flips” right out of the side and connects directly to your computer. It’s that easy.

I should’ve wrote this review weeks ago, but the holidays arrived and it got pushed to the back burner.  Then, something happened to my FLIP and it quit working. I had registered it on the Flip registration site, so I went there for help. And help I got!  My first inquiry was answered immediately, and the instructions from their support team were very clear.  First, they had me take the batteries out of my Flip for two full days in order to do a “hard reset.”  When that didn’t work, they instructed me to mail it back to them with a return merchandise authorization number that they provided. I shipped my camera on 12/12/08 and got a replacement via UPS today (12/18/08). They had promised to try to fix it and if it wasn’t fixable, they would replace it.  They believe my problem was an isolated circumstance, but regardless, they replaced my camera and sent me a new one in time for Christmas.  I am so happy. Pure Digital Technologies deserves a round of applause for their online support and customer service.  I not only high recommend this product because of its ease of use, reasonable price point ($149 for Flip Video Ultra) and downright coolness.  I also recommend it because of my experience with their support and customer service.  Those are hard things to find these days.

Now, check out my first attempt at “movie-making” using the Flip software.

PS — don’t forget to enter my first-ever giveaway:  http://newmomoldmom.wordpress.com/2008/12/12/big-skincare-giveaway/  The deadline is 11:59 p.m. Dec. 19, 2008.

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Car Accident Puts Things in Perspective

While driving my baby to Mom’s Day Out yesterday, I wrecked my minivan.

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I was driving around a curve on Strecker Road in Wildwood, MO, when I encountered an SUV coming the other direction that had crossed the center line.  I swerved to the right to avoid the SUV, and my right front tire went off the road.  I swerved to the left, overcompensated, lost control and my minivan went careening across the road, between a tree and telephone pole and into the ditch.

I found out today that the van is totaled. You can’t really see the damage in the picture because it’s all on the driver’s side, but the glass broke out of the windows on that side, the roof buckled, etc.  It doesn’t matter.  What matters is that my baby was completely unharmed (she was in back on the passenger side in her Britax Marathon carseat) and I only suffered some minor stiffness last night.

The accident could’ve been a lot worse.  The van could have rolled as we went down the embankment. I could have hit the tree or telephone pole head-0n.  My baby’s carseat could have been on the driver’s side, which likely would’ve resulted in at least cuts and scraps from the branches that came into the van when the glass broke.  Suffice it to say — I think Jesus took the wheel. I’m thankful and feel very blessed, once again.

Several times in my past, something or someone has helped me put the holidays in perspective.  Two years ago, we got an amazing Christmas letter from a neighbor whose husband beat a terrible form of blood/bone cancer. When I read it, I took a deep breath, counted my blessings and vowed to try to appreciate the holidays as much as their family appreciates them.  Last year, I got an heartfelt letter from a friend who is raising three kids alone after her husband died from cancer the previous January.  Again, it reminded me to cling to those I hold dear and not sweat the small stuff.  Almost 10 years ago, one of my husband’s co-workers died in a car accident right before the holidays and just months after she’d married the love of her life. That one made me realize how important it is seize happiness and joy when it’s in front of you.

While my car accident isn’t nearly as dramatic as the above-mentioned events, it did help me adjust my attitude.

  • There have been some people who have really gotten on my nerves and under my skin lately.  (Insignificant)
  • My house isn’t as clean as it used to be.  (Totally insignificant)
  • I’m not done shopping. (I’m lucky to have money with which to shop)
  • Money is tighter. (My husband is employed, I’ve got freelance work and I’m not having to choose between food and heat)
  • My van is totaled and we may only get enough money from insurance to pay it off. (We have insurance and my DH was GREAT about the accident)

I am truly blessed. My three amazing kids and my husband are upstairs sleeping, which is where I’m headed when I’m done here. I will say my prayers of thanks before I close my eyes.

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New Sectional Cuts for My Daughter

My daughter achieved two new sectional cuts this weekend at a swim meet at the St. Peters Rec Plex.  She swam the 1000 free in 11:02:54 and the 200 back in 2:13:88.  Congratulations girl!  We’re very proud of and happy for her, as she has been working extremely hard and hasn’t missed a practice in more than three months.

When she got her new cuts, she was wearing her Blue Seventy racing suit, which I wrote about for the first time here.  She wore the suit at the suggestion of her coach.  A large number of other swimmers on our team, as well as other teams, also wore the Blue Seventy for competition this weekend.  Some swimmers in the suit achieved new best times and got new qualifying times.  Some did not. In fact, my daughter was the perfect “case study.”  She achieved new best times in the suit on Saturday, and she added to her best times on Sunday. Like her coach said:  “The suits do not make you fast.  When used properly, they are the finishing part of championship performance.”  (She’s not only a good coach, she’s good at summing things up without wasting words.)  Coach Pete , who writes a blog on WordPress, tends to agree.  He wrote about it here

There has been controversy about these suits within our club and within the sport.  I applaud healthy debate, emphasis on the word ‘healthy.’  Simply put:  FINA has approved the suits, as has USA Swimming and our own LSC, Ozark Swimming, which I wrote about here. More simply put:  If I bought the same golf clubs that Tiger Woods uses, I couldn’t hit a hole in one.  If I wore the same tennis shoes as Michael Jordan, I couldn’t sink a basketball. If my bat was borrowed from Barry Bonds, I doubt if I’d even make contact with the ball, much less hit a home run. I don’t even think the steroids would help me. :)   The athletes using the equipment in combination with their hard work achieve the results.

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“Life’s Not Fair” – That Famous Parental Axioms

The past two weeks have presented several opportunities for me to have some form of this discussion with one of my children:

Child: “It’s not fair!”

Me: “I agree. But life’s not fair.”

Child: “I hate it when you say that.”

Me: “I don’t like saying it. I hate it when you have to learn it and experience it, but it is true.”

These are not the fun parenting moments.  But they’re the necessary parenting moments.  And they’re the moments that matter much more than when we teach our kids to tie their shoes or make their beds or eat their vegetables.

As my child and I moved through the “life’s not fair” lesson the past two weeks, we learned some things together:

  • Even when life isn’t fair — and sometimes especially when life isn’t fair – we should count our blessings.
  • Observing or experiencing what we perceive to be an injustice is a great reminder about how we should behave publicly and privately.
  • It is not our job to try to fix things that aren’t fair or to educate others about things that aren’t fair.  
  • Being respectful and kind to others is a choice, and it is always a good choice, even if you don’t believe those people have been respectful and kind to you.
  • Doing the right thing pays big dividends.

I’m proud of my kids when they behave honorably, and I’ve had the opportunity to be very proud this week, indeed. 

I’d be interested to hear stories about how you’ve taught your kids the “life’s not fair” lesson.

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