The No-Fun-League

The No-Fun-League has locked out the players and it’s looking more and more likely that we will not see NFL games this fall. It’s a real sad state of affairs. I love football. I love everything about football. I look forward to the draft every April and then start the countdown till training camp. I grew up in San Jose and was a 49ers fan. Notice the past tense. I still follow the 49ers but my love for them died when Eddie D was forced out and the York’s made a mockery of the team. My father was a huge 9ers fan. He actually went to games when they played at Kezar. My father and I have never been close but football was the one language that we could both speak to each other. I now know that I became a fan of the game because it was the only real way that my father and I could ever have a relationship. So for that I thank him.

Now the owners and players may deny me my fall past-time. I am trying very hard to understand the key issues for the two sides but it really comes down to billionaires vs. millionaires. I can’t relate. I will never have that kind of money. $20 million salary to play a game must be nice. One of the key issues is that the players want to see the financials of the teams for the past 10 years to really see what the owners are making. The owners of course said no. I don’t blame them. Minus the Green Bay Packers who are actually owned by the public, these are private companies. This would be like the employees of Facebook asking Mark Zuckerberg to account for every penny for the past 10 years. Facebook is a private company and they don’t have to disclose the financials of the company to the public. The owners of NFL teams have the same right. Though I do agree with the players, I would like to know how the owners are crying poor when they are making billions in revenue from tickets to merchandise to TV rights.

Speaking of ticket prices, the owners need to wise up on that. They have priced out most families from ever experiencing a game live. Cheapest seats for a game average about $60 a ticket. You then have to factor in parking ($25), food and you are looking to drop about $350 just to go to one game. I don’t know about you, but I can’t justify paying that much when I can watch the game at home for free (unless it’s a Raiders game which is always blacked out.) Plus going to a game is no longer a safe place for a family with kids. Candlestick is a pit. They place is rusting and falling apart and it’s a joke that the 49ers play there. It’s cold and difficult to get to, not something I want to drag my family too. Raiders games, forget about it. No family in their right mind should take kids to see a Raiders game. There is fighting, drunk people and beer being thrown and that’s just in the parking lot. If owners want to continue to make the billions they are making, they need to start making it affordable and more family friendly to go to a game.

So I will sit and wait and hope that there will be an NFL season. I will at least have college football. Go Dogs!!!


Sorry Charlie, you are not “Winning!”

I am so over Charlie Sheen and “winning!” It’s a catch phrase that everyone seems to be using and it’s already old and annoying. God, help me even my daughter is using it. It’s all over Twitter and Facebook. People want to be funny but it just comes off as so annoying.

The sad state is that Charlie Sheen is not winning. What career he had is now being flushed down the toilet with the rest of the vomit he spews out on his drug binges. Now I am not a mental health professional, but from the interviews I have seen, that man has some serious psychological issues. He seems to blame everyone else for his failures. His ego is out of control. Sorry, Charlie, you are just not that hot or that smart. You are now just a washed up actor that is one drug binge from being six feet under.

I feel so sorry for Sheen’s family and children. How he is still able to see his children is beyond me? No child should be subjected to the craziness that surrounds Sheen. His family really can’t do much but sit back and watch the three-ring circus that is Charlie Sheen’s life. They can try to help him but you can’t help a man who thinks he is so much better than anyone else and that there is nothing wrong with him. I hope Denise Richards is able to get the kids away from him and shelter them from the public downfall of their father.

I really hope that Charlie Sheen gets the help he needs before he hurts someone or himself. It would be a “winning” situation for all.

Houston, we have a problem…

I have come to realize just recently, that my child is hyper-sensitive. I don’t know when it happened or if I just chose to ignore it but it’s becoming a bigger problem. It’s bad enough, that I sometimes have issues relating to my daughter with her being the ultimate girly-girl but now she is an uber drama queen.

Lauren is at the age right now where she questions everything, how is a car made? Why does it rain? What makes green green? A day doesn’t go by without 20 questions on what is going on around her. I am happy she is so curious and I do my best to tell her as truthfully as I can about what she is asking. Sometimes I don’t know and tell her so and say, let’s go to the computer and find out. Thank you, Google and Wikipedia. Other times I just avoid the questions outright: Mommy, how do babies getting in mommy’s tummy? Mommy, what happens when someone dies? Two deep questions that I just don’t think she or I are ready to handle right now.

But sometimes my truthfulness bites me in the ass. Last night started out a typical night. Lauren came home from preschool and I asked her about her day. She told me how at school they did a fire and earthquake drill. So I asked her what she learned. She told me about what she needs to do if there is a fire and then how she has to get under a table and protect her head if there is an earthquake. I praised her for learning that and then the dreaded question came, “Mommy, what is an earthquake?” I explained in my basic science about how earthquakes happen and we feel the ground shaking, kinda like when a big truck drives by. I watched my curious child turn from curious to frightened. She ran from the room crying. I chased after and found her under our coffee table protecting her head. She was crying away saying over and over. “I don’t want the earthquake to get me.” It was heart breaking to watch. She was scared out of her mind. I tried to re-assure her that earthquakes are rare and only last a few seconds. Nope, that caused more crying.

I had to break out the big guns. I called my husband. I knew it was the wimpy thing to do but I also know that my daughter thinks the world of her daddy. So poor Daddy at work trying to fix a server that went down , had to calm his hysterical child down. It took over 20 minutes and even then; I don’t think it convinced her that everything was going to be ok.

I could tell it was going to be a long night. She calmed down but I knew as soon as bedtime came around, the earthquake phobia was going to rear its ugly head again. That is exactly what happened. Two hours of her screaming from her room about wanting to sleep with us so we could protect her from the earthquake. I felt bad for her but also frustrated. Why does she have to be so damn sensitive? My husband and I finally calmed her down and she did get to sleep at 11pm. Ugh!

I have always wanted to be somewhat truthful with my child when she asks about the world but now I am learning I will just have to tone it down or outright lie to my child so that she can cope with reality. I hope she grows out of this. It’s becoming increasingly hard to explain to her about stranger danger without her wanting to stay indoors and never go out. I don’t want her afraid of the world but want her to understand what is out there so she is prepared. What is a mother to do?

Let the battle begin…

While I have some time to find myself, I decided to take this time to take up a battle that has been going on in my house for 4 ½ years: our child doesn’t sleep. I knew early on that all parents are sleep deprived in one way or another but it always centers on when the child is an infant. No one told me that 4 ½ years after giving birth, that I would still be existing on so little sleep. My child doesn’t stay in bed. Oh, she goes down fairly well in the evening, but just like an infant, she wakes up and comes in to our bedroom almost every 3 hours. It’s insane.

Now to understand how it all got this way, you need to understand the history of it. Lauren was 2 weeks early and a rare breach. So out went the birth plan and I had a C-section. I was in the hospital for 4 days to recover. Lauren had no real complications so we were sent home. She developed normally and slept normally for the first six months then…. She got sick. I don’t mean run of the mill cold but RSV with pneumonia. The poor kid was having a hard time breathing and had a cough that sounded like she was a 3 pack a day smoker. I remember the doctor telling me, you can take her home and give her treatments every 3 hours for the next four days, or we can put her in the hospital and the hospital staff can do it. My husband and I decided to bring her home and do it. So for almost a week, I was up every three hours, giving her treatment and just hoping it would work. She did get better but the cough never seemed to go away. So the getting up every three hours seemed to stay. She would cough so bad at night that I need to get up and sit her up so she could breathe better. My husband and did every trick in the book to prop up her mattress and help her breath better. For almost a year, we saw what seem like a million specialists and doctors to try to figure out why this beautiful little creature was still coughing like a 3 pack a day smoker. I remember the looks I would get from other parents when I coughing fit would come on. You know that look, the one of looking down your nose in judgment of another parent. There seemed to be nothing to cure her. We finally saw a pediatric pulmonologist who figured out that Lauren had a really bad lung infection that never seemed to be cured. She was put on a high dose antibiotic for four weeks. The doctor said if that didn’t work, that lung surgery would have to be done to find the reason for the infection. Three weeks went by and nothing. I was in constant contact with the doctor and we both started to make plans for Lauren to have major surgery. Three weeks and four days into the antibiotic treatment, the cough disappeared. For good measure, the doctor continued her antibiotics an extra week. The cough was gone but the effects of over a year and a half of getting up all the time coughing, Lauren had no idea how to sleep through the night.

We though the war was over but just the first battle, now battle number two was beginning. We thought, she will grow out of it, and then we tried the cry out method. That didn’t work, she figured out how to get out of the crib. We tried putting the baby gate on her door so she couldn’t get out of the room. That worked for all of four hours. She figured out that kicking the bottom of the gate would loosen it and she spent that time kicking it and then freeing herself. I won’t mention the damage she did to the door. By then both the hubby and I were just tired and gave up. I just gave in that every three hours I would have to get up and put her back in bed and just hoped and prayed that she would grow out of it.

Then, a change of insurance and a new doctor for Lauren. I was by now used to being sleep deprived. I just thought, all mothers are tired. I mentioned to the new doctor, Lauren doesn’t sleep. She was concerned. She had us try several things and still no change. So she sent us to the Stanford Sleep Clinic to see exactly what was going on. A sleep study is a scary thing for a 3 year old but Lauren went through it like a trooper. The sleep study confirmed what I knew as a mom, my kid doesn’t sleep. She was barely getting seven hours of sleep. She had sleep apnea. Not so bad that she needed a special machine but it explained why she was waking up all the time. Off to another specialist who recommended surgery to have her tonsils and adenoids removed. So August of 2010, she had surgery. The surgery was successful and she was given a clean bill of health. Lauren was breathing better but she still couldn’t sleep through the night. That was about the time that she started to refuse to go to bed at all. Night-time was a stress time in the house. A screaming child and screaming parents. We knew that the physical issues for Lauren not sleeping were gone but the psychological ones remained. Our doctor sent us to a child psychologist who was able to get us through stopping the going to bed battle but the getting up all the time remained. We have tried everything. Bribes, punishments, logic and nothing seems to work. So for the past six months we have been in survival mode. We moved the mattress from her toddler bed (she has a full bed in her room) into our room and now when Lauren gets up, we just usher her into the “little” bed in our room so I can get some sleep. It’s really hard to sleep train a 4 ½ year old when you are working full time.

So I am now tackling getting Lauren to stay in bed. Through various different parenting blogs and Parents Magazine, I was recommended the book; “The Sleep Fairy” by Janie Paterson. Since Lauren lives by fairies and princesses, I will give it a try. Concept is that you read the book with the child and if the child stays in her bed all though the night, the sleep fairy comes and leaves a little prize under her pillow. So the plan is in place. The husband is moving to the spare room while the child and I battle it out to get her to sleep in her own bed all through the night.

So here’s to hoping the “Sleep Fairy” can cast a spell on my child and we can get some normal sleep in our house. Once that happens, maybe I can convince the hubby to have another child. Hahahahaha, yeah I know, crazy idea.

My Mid-life Crisis

I have found myself with some free time lately which is unheard of as a working mom. But this working mom is not working. I recently quit my job. It was one of the hardest things I have done in a very long time. The job was just not the right fit. Between being miserable at work and making the one hour and 15 commute one way every day, I just couldn’t do it anymore. So my wonderful hubby and I crunched the numbers and found I could quit and “find myself” for a few months before I needed to go back to work. So here I am doing the stay at home thing

I am calling this period in my life my mid-life crisis. I turned 40 this past November without much fanfare. I am fortunate that because of genetics, I don’t look 40 but I can say I feel 40. Just rundown and tired.
I have spent over the past 20 years working in broadcast journalism. I got into journalism because I wanted to be a sportscaster. Now at the time I decided to do this, there were hardly any women doing sports on TV. That didn’t sway me. I am used to being dismissed as a woman then knocking men back with my knowledge of sports. Along the way of studying journalism at Fresno State University, I found out that all the things I love about journalism (finding, researching and breaking the story) could be done from behind the camera. My career was born. Now after 20 years of working as an assignment editor, producer and guest booker, I am not sure I want to do it anymore. I really don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.

I know getting married and having a daughter changed things for me. Before the hubby and the kid, I didn’t mind working long hours, holidays and weekends. Now, I just want to be there for my family. I know every working mom has said this, but I want it all, a good job that can balance with my home life. Yeah, good luck with that. I really don’t know one woman or man who can say they have the perfect balance between home and work. Some have it close. I would like to at least try to find it.

As I go through my “mid-life crisis,” I will be figuring out what my next move will be. Is it PR, or back to TV? I am not sure. But it will be a hell of a ride figuring it out. In the meantime, I will enjoy my time with my daughter and being a domestic goddess at home. Martha Stewart watch out.

Hello world!

I have been told time and time again to start a blog.  I always thought why would anyone really care about what I have to say.  Now that I have some free time (I’ll save that for another post), I thought why the hell not.

So my plan is to write down my thoughts about life, TV and the world plus my struggles and triumph as a mom and a wife.  I will of course talk football since it’s such a passion of mine.

Now for the disclaimers.  The thoughts and opinions on this blog are solely mine and not those of anyone associated with me.  Now if you are easily offended by certain language, let’s say George Carlin’s Seven Words You Can’t Say on TV, then don’t read this blog.